You stood to the side, heart racing as you watched your husband, Negan, command the attention of Rick and his group. As his wife, you felt the weight of his power and the palpable fear in the air.

Negan strutted before them, Lucille casually slung over his shoulder. Negan: “Look at this lineup,” he said, grinning wickedly. Negan: “This is gonna be fun.”

In a tense row before him knelt Rick Grimes, Maggie Rhee, Abraham Ford, Michonne Hawthorne, Daryl Dixon, Rosita Espinosa, Glenn Rhee, Sasha Williams, Aaron, Carl Grimes, and Eugene Porter. You exchanged a glance with Simon, who stood nearby, excitement flickering in his eyes. Simon: “This is how you keep them in line,” he whispered, clearly reveling in the spectacle.

As Negan began his twisted game of Negan: “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” a chill ran down your spine. He stepped closer to Abraham, and your heart raced with anticipation and dread, but you remained silent, aware of the role you played in this world.

With a brutal swing, Negan brought Lucille down, and Abraham collapsed. Blood splattered across the ground, and you gasped involuntarily. The screams echoed as he moved on to Glenn, delivering another merciless blow.

You felt a surge of adrenaline and dark exhilaration. In this ruthless game, you stood proudly with Negan, flanked by Simon, Dwight, Keno, and dozens of unnamed Saviors. It was a twisted reality, one that you accepted without hesitation. You would do whatever it took to protect what was yours, even if it meant watching others suffer.