(THIS STORY IS FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY, Contains Sexual content)
It had been a week since Rick defeated Negan is a one on one battle, slicing Negan's throat. At this time no one had any real idea what to do with Negan. Rick wanted him in a cell so he could watch the people grow and prosper. One small issue, no one had a cell to put him in. It's not like there was one laying around out in the woods. Rick chose to bring his senior people into a meeting to see if anyone had any idea's of what could be done.
The next day Rick had Michonne gather the others and meet in the main sitting room. Rick was pacing back and forth in front of the floral 18th century couch. He was about to pace a line into the ground, his nerves always hit him when he had to make a choice. It was a battle in his mind if it would be the right choice or not. Carl is the only reason Negan was honestly still alive. If he hadn't of written those letters, Rick would have killed Negan with no hesitation. What seemed like forever passed in only a few moments by the time Daryl entered the room through a large wooden door that had a brass handle and ornate carvings on it. Daryl had his cross boy slung over his shoulder as if he was ready for anything. Rick nodded to him as he entered the room as if to thank him for coming. Seconds later, Maggie, Carol, Jesus, Sara and Michonne walked in. Michonne closed the door behind her so they wouldn't be disturbed. Maggie didn't look pleased, her arms were crossed as she has a scowled look upon her face. Jesus stood near Daryl behind the couch as Sara and Michonne sat down on that same floral couch that Rick was pacing in front of only moments before.
Rick slightly bowed his head to everyone "I thank you all for coming. I know this isn't easy for any of you..." He was quickly interrupted by Maggie raising her voice and scolding Rick like a child. "Isn't easy! You took away my revenge by letting him live. You took away everything I fought for. You lied to us!" Rick could only stand there and take it from her. He knew she was right. Even Michonne lowered her head in sadness. It wasn't that he lied to them, there was so much more involved than what Maggie knew about. He heard Maggie stop a moment so he lifted his head and looked to her. With a calm voice he started to speak again "I know and I understand. I didn't want to keep Negan alive. But Carl... he.. he um..." He almost couldn't say it. As if he was trying to forget the memory of his son, but there was no forgetting.
Rick reached into his back pocket pulling out the letters that Carl had written to the others before he died. Stepping forward he handed them to Michonne, she took them with her right hand and pulled them to her so she could read the names on them. Michonne took one letter in her hand and reached it out to Daryl "These were Carl's last words to us. Just read them." She said as she handed Maggie her letter, than Jesus his passing them all out to the people in the room. Each letter spoke of a greater good they could all do if they just stopped the killing. If they learned to believe that they were better than they are now.
Maggie started to tear up, Rick had to lower his head as he saw her do so. "I haven't read any of your letters, so I don't know what they say." Rick said calmly to them. He looked up for a moment and saw Daryl nodding. "He's a smart kid.. or was. He asked me to protect the people and help the ones in need." Daryl said as she put his hand that held the letter down to his side. "I can do that." He said with his half smile he did so well.
Jesus nodded and looked to Daryl than back to Rick. "I agree, there shouldn't be anymore killings." He put his letter in his pocket, as if to keep it to remember Carl. Maggie was shaking her head slowly as she covered her mouth slightly. The tears were racing down her cheeks. "No, I can't do it. I want Negan dead!" Rick took a deep breath "I know you do." Maggie couldn't handle being there any longer. She tossed the letter down and ran out of the main room. Michonne leaned forward off the couch and picked Maggie's letter up, looking up at Rick "What now?" Rick looked to the others with a leg cock and his hand on his belt. "I think we need to choose what we do with Negan. We don't have a cell to put him in and he's getting better by the day. Keeping in the infirmary wont be an option if we ever need it."
Daryl looked around than burst out "You want someone to guard him?" Ricks eyes lit up. "That's not a half bad idea. But who?" He asked around as he saw Daryl walking backwards waving his hands in front of him "I wont do it." Rick looked to the others as they had no plans to be his life long baby sitter.
Sara a nice girl, in her mid to low 30's and with light blonde hair and a nice build. She wasn't skinny or tiny by any means. She stood about 6 feet tall and had a roughness about her that Daryl liked, breaking her silence "I'll do it." Rick raised a brow to her "You will?" Sara looked at the others "Sure, I have the military training and know how to keep a prisoner. Besides I draw blue prints, I don't do much else with my time."
Daryl didn't like this plan, he had strong feelings for Sara, but he wasn't the kind of man to just tell someone what to do but he had to speak out "I don't want you to do it." Sara turned to look at Daryl behind her "You and I are the best option for guarding him other then Rick himself. You have to do too much as it is Daryl, you can't take this on as well." Rick nodded "She's right Daryl. We need someone fully capable to do the job correctly, and you two are the best options." Daryl sighed and lowered his head a bit. He knew they were right he just didn't like the idea of the woman he cared about being around that man all the time. Sara reached back to take a hold of Daryl's hand to reassure him. She smiled to him as Daryl smiled slightly back to her. Sara turned to Rick and nodded "I'll take the job." Rick was happy that he had Sara willing to do this for them "Thank you, Sara. We will get your room moved so you have enough room for your stuff and Negan." She nodded to him with a smile.