Hello! This chapter is similar to the actual TV show. After this point, however, things will diverge and become different. I just wanted to set it up correctly! Leave a review if or if not you enjoyed it! Thanks:)

Michonne couldn't sleep. She and Rick still didn't have a mattress from when the saviours had burned them, but they had made due by stuffing dry grass, feathers and excess pieces of fabric into large makeshift cloth bags. Michonne had gotten the idea when she had been on run and had picked up a "The Little House on the Prairie" book. She had taken it home and started to read it to Judith as a bed time story of sorts. However, this DIY mattress was not why she couldn't sleep. No, it was because she hadn't seen Carl all day. She had only become worried when she had set out supper for her and Carl and he hadn't shown up. Carl was experienced and frequently went out beyond the wall of Alexandria. He seemed to have that Grimes luck, that no matter what, he never got hurt. He also had been raised with the Southern politeness that meant when he had told Michonne earlier he would help prepare supper tonight, that he would be there.

Now it was late in the evening and he wasn't back. She tried to remember back to their conversation that morning, if he had said anything to her that may explain why he wasn't back. Like it was said earlier, Carl was tough, Michonne would not worry if she had known that he was spending a night outside the walls, or if he had taken the trip to Hilltop. But she didn't know. And not knowing was the worst.

Carl waved to Jesus from the saviour's truck as it continued closer to the saviours… what? Their den, their lair? They all sound like something from an old comic book. But the through of calling it the saviour's community sounded worse, because they were as far from a community as they could be. The truck slowed and Carl ducked. His mind was racing too fast for second thoughts, for any hesitation. He tried to run through his plan again, but there was too much adrenaline pumping through him to get past the first part.

Shoot Negan. Shoot Negan. Shoot Negan.

The truck stopped and voices came closer. One saviour picked up a box that Jesus had cut the bottom out of for no other reason than to mess with them. Swearing, he looked around for another box.

"What the!?" he gasped when he made eye contact with the blue-eyed kid glaring at him behind some crates.

Carl open fired, as he walked to the mouth of the truck.

"No one else has to get hurt!" he yelled. "I only want Negan"

Everyone seemed startled, but not Negan. He walked forward, slow clapping in a patronising way. He grabbed another saviour and held him casually in front of him, as a human shield. Carl cursed his poor eyesight, before he would had easily been able to make the shot, but now he could just as easily hurt the saviour in front of Negan, as Negan himself.

But then Dwight lunge for him. And then he tried anyway. The gun fired and men fell, just as Dwight made contact and Carl was slammed into the ground. He should have brought his arms up to throw a punch, or at least protect himself, but he was more interested in who he had shot. He turned his head to the side.