"The Walker Apocalypse, days 598~599."

You had been with Rick and the other Alexandrians for a while now, being but a child when the walkers took over, you grew up alongside Carl and you've grown quite attached to the boy; being there when his mother had died, Judith was born, and everything in between. Carl had thought you were quite pretty, but that had to be brushed away when you were in unfamiliar territory, the reason why? You were all traveling to Hilltop for medical treatment for Maggie Rhee and being forced to move on foot through the woods, the survivors suddenly hear whistles coming from every direction.

They realize that they are surrounded by the Saviors; a ruthless group led by the dictator Negan Smith. You all go to run but are herded in a large circle and up back on the road, enclosed by over 100 Saviors and their vehicles. Which there you had realized that Eugene too, has been captured. The head Savior from earlier takes their weapons and forces them to their knees, denying Rick's frightened pleas for negotiation. Carl immediately latched himself onto you, threading your fingers together so if he was dragged away like Glenn, Rosita, Michonne, and Daryl were, The Saviors had no other choice but to bring you along with him. While everyone kneeled in a circle, massive floodlights blinding everyone, the leader of The Saviors, Negan Smith stepped in front of everyone, berating Rick for killing his men.

Carl sat there, his one eye narrowed in analysis as he stared up at Negan, watching, waiting. He had to make sure you were okay, and safe. Your pinkies locked together in a simple, loving gesture; one you both enjoyed more than simple hand-holdings, gentle and tender caresses, or kisses. Negan went back to explaining, eyes occasionally drifting to you two, "In exchange for the men you killed, I'll be taking one of yours. How will we decide that? Eeny meeny miney moe!" Negan boasted with unusual cheer. The game was played, and Negan stopped in front of Abraham, ready to strike.