AUTHOR'S NOTE: There are other characters from another TV show in this story. But I don't know how long they will be written about, so I chose not to put this in the crossover section.

BACKSTORY- Six years after Rick Grimes is whisked off by way of a mysterious helicopter, everyone that loved and cared for him, thinks he's dead and has somehow carried on without him. But it has not been easy, especially for Michonne, who discovered she was pregnant shortly after Rick appeared to have died in the explosion, and was left to raise Judith and his son named Rick Jr., or 'RJ' for short, without him.

A flood swept through the area, a year ago and unfortunately, Michonne was forced to let Negan out of his basement cell just to make sure that he didn't drown. And for some inexplicable reason, Negan was never forced by anyone to return to it. Ten year old Judith Grimes, along with RJ, were thrilled that their 'Uncle Negan' was free and in an odd way, he took Rick's place in their lives and hearts. Michonne doesn't like their relationship with him, but oddly, believes that Negan cares for the kids and would not harm them.

Darryl, who had been wandering alone in the wilderness for years, returns to Alexandra and is livid that Negan is not still caged or dead. But he 'pretends' to agree to his being free, much like he feigned going along with Rick's vision for the future, all those years ago. Darryl's outrage does not get much better when Dwight and Sherry return with twins and no where else to go. They too are allowed access into Alexandria, along with the long missing Heath. And Heath does not want to talk about where the hell he has been all of this time.

But the real trouble begins when Maggie returns—with a new husband, a sister-in-law and her son and step-son. Maggie's new name is Maggie Morgan and her husband is none other than Dexter Morgan…


There was always trouble around here. And sometimes, Michonne was grateful for it. It made her not think about certain things or certain people that were no longer here. On this particular day, she got up, found a note from Judith saying she was out with Herschel and Harrison and would be back for lunch. Michonne crumpled the piece of paper and tried to tell herself that Judith becoming too independent for her own good, was not necessarily a bad thing in this world. Though today, she had asked Judith to look after RJ while she rode over to the Kingdom to see Carol and King Zeke. She would ask Sherry if she could look after RJ, along with her own children as well.

She had thought about taking RJ with her, just so he could begin seeing the world outside of Alexandria. It was less dangerous these days. There were less walkers actually 'walking'. They were usually on the ground, snarling or writhing around, so they didn't sneak up on people like they used to. Michonne was pondering whether it was a good idea or not, when she looked out of her living room window and grimaced at the sign that was on top of an old house, furthest away from all of the others, that had been turned into a bar.

It said 'Negan's'. Michonne closed her eyes. Lord, what had she done when she let him out of that basement! But…he had been behaving himself. Sort of. He was still annoying. And there had been a council vote as to whether his building a bar here was a good idea in general. But oddly(or maybe not so) there had been a resounding amount of support for it.

What Michonne did not support, was what was used to make the liquor. Eugene, 'genius' that he was, had made a special grain from the dead walkers. There was a crematorium he traveled to, a good distance away and the ashes of the walkers were bagged, then returned here for Eugene to tinker with some more, so that the nasty remains could then be used to make some kind of special drink called 'Dead Walker Cocktail'! How, or why, no one turned into a walker just from the drink, was beyond anyone's understanding.

And of course, Negan was heading up the whole thing! Michonne's eyes moved from the Negan sign, to the sight of Debra Morgan, Maggie's foul mouthed sister-in-law, heading towards her porch steps. Michonne hurried out of her bedroom, down the stairs and walked over to the door. She opened it before Debra could knock.

"Oh, hey! I guess you saw me coming." Debra said, putting on a friendly front.

"Yeah. Why don't you come in?" Michonne said and stepped aside so that Debra could walk in. Once she did, Michonne closed the door and leaned against it.

"What can I do for you?" Michonne asked, eyeing her. The Morgans were potentially another 'problem'. Maggie had not quite explained how she met her husband, Dexter(or maybe Michonne had been too distracted by a zillion other things to really listen) or why or how Dexter's sister came with the package. Nor did she understand why Maggie opted to return to Alexandria instead of the Hilltop. Michonne did know that Hershel was good buddies with his new step-brother, Harrison, and that Maggie was also angry that Negan was free.

She didn't know if Maggie had told Herschel who Negan was, exactly, but if Maggie and Dexter were planning on staying here in Alexandria, instead of over at the Hilltop, then that little fact either had to stay hidden, or it needed to be dealt with.

Debra sat down on a couch.

"I noticed that you all don't have a police force around here. From what Negan's told me, you could use one."

Michonne lifted a brow.

"Negan?"

"Yeah. I know you have alliances with other communities, but you never know when someone might get out of line. And Negan is well aware of how his bar could contribute to degenerate behavior. I used to be a police detective in Florida. I could be of enormous help here." Debra told her.

Michonne suspected that Debra just wanted to make herself useful around here, which was not a bad thing. The problem was that the idea actually came from Negan. And this could be his way of using a bat again to crack skulls.

"I'll think about it. It's not a bad idea." Michonne said, before opening the door again.

But Debra didn't move.

"Negan told me about his past and what was done. So I'm guessing his input is what's making you hesitate."

Michonne closed the door again, this time a bit more forcefully!

"Why don't you tell me what Negan told you about his 'past'?"

Debra stood up and shrugged.

"Just that he had a community called 'The Sanctuary', he found you all here starving and when he tried to help you, two of your people jumped him and he he had to use his bat on them."

Michonne's mouth nearly dropped open!

"He told you that he was 'jumped'?"

"Yeah, in the middle of the night! He had been dropping off supplies here and that Maggie's husband and another guy, tried to beat him down! Look, Michonne, I know Maggie is saying something different about that. That Negan just killed Herschel's father for nothing, but I was a cop. Nothing is as simple as all of that."

"Except for your mind." Michonne said coolly. "Now go and tell Maggie that same story and see what she has to say."

Debra's jaw tightened at the insult. She folded her arms.

"Why don't you tell me which part of what Negan is saying, is a lie?"

"All of it." Michonne said and then opened the door again. "I'll think about what you said."

Debra struggled to keep her cool as Michonne, essentially, threw her out! She took deep breaths as she looked over at the sign that said 'Negan's'. She had heard so many different stories about him since they arrived here and none of them were that positive. But then again, everyone had to do what they had to do, when this world went to shit.

When they first arrived here, it looked as if they had finally found heaven in paradise. The gate and the housing…it reminded Deb of how things used to be. And there was a concerted effort to make things work, with cooperation from some other communities.

Then Maggie caught sight of Negan, and everything became complicated. And then Dexter got mad because Maggie was upset. Debra had decided to confront Negan about what Maggie was accusing him of.

She did.

Only she didn't shoot him.

She fucked him. In his bar. And she kept on fucking him and now she was beginning to think that the person she had really 'fucked', was herself! She hurried down Michonne's porch steps and towards Negan's bar. HE was the one that was fucking lying here!

Debra slammed open the door to Negan's Bar and saw Negan counting bottles, while Judith Grimes called off some numbers, while looking at a clipboard. Judith stared at her when she burst in and Negan slowly turned around. Debra noticed that Judith's hand went to a pistol she carried on belt she was wearing! Would a 10 year old really have shot her?

Debra slammed the door closed!

"I need to talk to you, Negan, and what I'm going to say, can't be said in front of a child." she said shortly. Negan, who was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, grinned at her, before looking at Judith.

"Honey, go make sure those boys aren't causing any trouble. I saw Herschel pissing in one of the potato gardens."

Judith made a face!

"Yuck!"

"Yeah, I know. Just keep an eye on them and if you see him or that other boy…"

"Hold on!" Debra snapped. "Neither Harrison, nor Herschel, would ever do anything like that! But you're good at lying on people, aren't you?"

Judith eyed Debra, before setting down the clipboard and walking out. This sounded a little too grown up for her. She'd return later to help Uncle Negan with the stock. She walked past Debra and out of the door, closing it behind her.

"Okay, Deb. What flew up your ass?"

"Besides your lying dick?! I just talked to Michonne about the police station idea. As soon as she heard it came from you, she freaked!"

Negan eyed her.

"Chonnie doesn't 'freak'. I'm sure you're mistaken."

"'Chonnie? Michonne doesn't strike me as the nick name type!"

Negan leaned against the bar and stared at her intently.

"What are you asking me?" he finally said.

"I'm asking you if your goddamned story you told me, is true or not? Maggie hates your guts and that's stressing out Dexter…"

Negan suddenly grinned again!

"Dexter…your creepier than fuck brother, right?"

Deb's eyes widened!

"What the fuck did you just say?!"

"Your. Creepier. Than. Fuck. Brother. You know, Maggie's other husband, the one I had to kill in self defense, he was quiet like that too. I didn't know him that well but I could tell."

"Maggie has always said that you just killed Glenn. You just bashed his head in because you could." Debra said.

"And yet you're fucking me anyway? Look, Deb, if Michonne didn't like your idea, that has nothing to do with me. Maybe she just doesn't like you." Negan told her slyly. Deb walked up to him.

"Fuck you! You're proof that we need some kind of law and order around here and…"

Negan suddenly grabbed her face and pulled her into a hard kiss! Deb did not even try to fight the inexplicable lust she felt for this man, as he turned her around roughly and pulled down her pants, and his own, pressing her against the bar. She felt his mammoth sized organ enter her wth the force of a fist punching through curtains, and soon, Negan began thrusting in and out, hard and fast. His hips stroked madly against her parted, buttock cheeks.

And that was what Darryl walked into the bar and saw. He slammed the door loudly and Deb squeaked! Negan slowly pulled up his pants and turned to face him.

"Darryl. I thought you were off on some kind of possum hunt or something? Or was it a squirrel you were looking for?"

Deb corrected her clothing and walked out, too ashamed to look at Darryl. Darryl waited for the door to close before speaking.

"I guess you don't give a fuck if Judith, RJ or some other kid walks in on some shit like this?" he asked. That irked Negan. Darryl's bringing up kids. Especially Judith and RJ.

"That would never happen." was his reply. "Now what are you fucking doing here?"

Darryl said nothing for a moment, before walking past Negan and picking up a bottle.

"This shit causes blindness, you do know that?"

"Oh fucking Christ, Darryl! If you're talking about that shit that happened to…uh…what the hell was his name again?"

"Heath." Dwight announced, as he walked in and stood next to Darryl. "Siddiq doesn't know if he'll get his sight back."

Negan folded his arms.

"Are you both really going to fucking blame me for some asshole drinking eight bottles of my liquor? Shit! You both should be apologizing to ME, for coming in here with this shit!" Negan sniffed.

Dwight pulled a bat from out behind him.

"You're going back to the jail cells. This shit just isn't working out." he said quietly. Darryl walked over to the windows and began to pull the shades down, when he saw Michonne headed towards them!

"Damn!" Darryl snapped. "Hide the bat!"

"Why?" Dwight asked, irritated.

"Michonne is on her way over!"

Negan grinned again! Saved by his Chonnie(pronounced 'Shownie'). He ignored Darryl and Dwight and pondered how long it would take for Michonne to give him a real chance? He stared at the door until it finally opened and Michonne walked in. She eyed Darryl and Dwight.

"Hey. I didn't realize you were back?" she asked Darryl.

"I just got in." Darryl grumbled.

"Oh." Michonne said and looked at Dwight.

"I thought you were going on a run with Aaron? I know he's looking for you."

Dwight said nothing. He nodded to Darryl and left with the bat. Michonne nodded to Darryl and they stepped outside of the bar. Darryl closed the door behind him.

"What did I just walk in on?"

"I'll tell you what I walked in on," Darryl told her, "Negan and Dexter's sister fucking against the bar."

Michonne did not visibly react to that news. Probably because she wasn't surprised.

"Debra was over earlier, trying to pitch an idea of a 'police force' or something. Negan was behind it." Michonne admitted. "I need to talk to him."

But Darryl grabbed her arm!

"Michonne, this ain't going to work. You know that. With Maggie back, it can't work! Maggie's family, he isn't."

"I agree. I'll ask him to leave."

"No." Darryl said firmly. "If we let him go he could swing back here in a year or two, with the same bullshit he did before. Either he dies or he goes back in the cells."

Michonne glanced at the window of the bar, before looking at Darryl again. Darryl had no idea that Negan had been outside of the gates plenty of times to go on runs and other things. Her hope had always been that he would not return. But he always did.

"How are we going to get him back down below? I don't see that happening. And Rick wouldn't have wanted him killed."

"Michonne," Darryl said in a hard voice, "we can't worry about what Rick wanted or didn't want. He's gone and we have to make this work however we have to. And Negan's being out here, running a bar with liquor from walker ashes, wouldn't be what he wanted."

Michonne was quiet. She hated hearing him say that Rick was 'gone'. Somehow saying it out loud made it hurt all the more. Even after all of this time. Darryl noticed her flinching and eased his grip on her arm.

"I'm just saying that it doesn't work. Keeping him alive." Darryl told her. There was a part of him that could not get past the feeling that Michonne had let Negan out, because of the part he and Maggie had played in getting Rick killed. He didn't know. He couldn't tell with Michonne. He couldn't guess anything about her anymore.

"I know." was Michonne's response. "I'm going to talk to him alone."

Darryl nodded and walked off. He and Dwight and maybe even Dexter, would take care of the deed. Michonne didn't need to know the details. Meanwhile, Michonne opened up the door to the bar and found a smiling Negan, waiting for her.

"Well good morning, Chonnie! You're looking beautiful…"

"Shut up." Michonne said calmly. "Debra told me about your idea. The answer is no. So don't send her to me with anymore of your requests. If there is something you want to ask me, then come to me yourself."

"Do you mean that?" Negan asked.

"Of course I do! I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

"Okay. Then I'll ask you something else. Directly."

Michonne stared at him expectantly, wondering what category his question would fall in to? Would it piss her off or just annoy her? Or would it possibly be an actual good idea? As she pondered her choices, her eyes fell upon a hat. One that used to belong to Rick, then Carl and now Judith. Michonne slowly walked over to the bar where it sat on, then picked it up, turning back to face Negan.

"Judith was here?"

"She was helping me with inventory, Chonnie."

"She's ten. I don't want her knowing about 'liquor' inventory."

"But you don't mind her firing a gun? Come on! We weren't open and…"

"She told me she was out with Herschel and Harrison! I don't even know why I'm telling you any of this! I need her to watch RJ while I'm at the Kingdom."

Negan rolled his eyes and walked behind the bar to pour himself a drink. He took out another glass but Michonne shook her head. He left it out anyway.

"Why the fuck would you go over there? Seriously, Chonnie, they suck over there. And they're weirdos. None of them come over here to drink. Just the Hilltop folks. And some of the raunchier women from Oceanside. I'm thinking of asking some of them to waitress for me, what do you think?"

"King Zeke and Carol don't suck."

"Yes they do. You know it, you just don't want to say it out loud. And you told me what you told me about the kids, because they do what I say…and you know that. Which brings me to the question I'm going to ask you: when are we going to fuck?"

Michonne rolled her eyes, turned and headed towards the door! Somehow she was not surprised that was Negan's question. He had begun leering at her the moment he heard Rick died. But she hadn't given it any real thought because he was behind bars.

Negan moved quickly and blocked the door! Michonne gave him a warning look.

"Get out of my way!"

"Okay. Maybe I didn't say that so nicely."

"It doesn't matter," Michonne said blithely, "because I got the general idea. I always got the general idea. Let me remind you of something that either you may have never known, or just forgotten after the world went to hell and back: there are some women that aren't 'drawn' to men that bash people's skulls in right in front of them."

"So," Negan said, drawing the word out, "that's a 'no' for now?"

"Forever." Michonne said, just as Dexter opened the door, bumping it against them. Negan moved out of the way as Dexter squeezed into the bar.

"I hope I wasn't interrupting anything." Dexter noted rather than asked.

"No. I was just leaving." Michonne said and left the bar. Dexter closed the door behind him and faced Negan, then looked around him at the place.

"Boy. You have a lot of work to do before this place becomes fully operational."

Negan eyed him before speaking.

"I've had a few customers. I need to hire some waitresses, but it will be up to snuff soon. What brings you by?" Negan asked, walking behind the bar.

"Oh, I think you know." Dexter responded in a chipper tone. He picked up a bottle of something and poured it out on the floor. Negan's jaw tightened.

"Alright, 'Creepy Dexter', say your peace and then get the fuck out of here."

Dexter smiled at Negan. Negan would never know what an almost phenomenal pleasure it was to make his acquaintance. To meet someone that could satisfy his 'Dark Passenger' so completely. Someone that no one would care about if they died…

Or were murdered.

"My wife is upset. My sister is upset as well and the common denominator seems to be you."

"No one told your wife to come back here. She belongs at the Hilltop." Negan said casually.

"Actually, my understanding of things is that you belong in one of the basement cells. But you were allowed to run loose around here because of a little thing like a flood?" Dexter asked in a fake sounding tone, as if he truly did not understand the answer.

"Okay, fucker, I've seen about as much of you as I care to. Your wife can just suck it up and try and be civil when she sees me. Michonne has a say here and she wants me where I am."

"No," Dexter disagreed again, "you're trying to get to her through her kids. And she's influenced by that. But from the looks of what I walked in on, Judith and RJ are the only ones that like you. 'Mommy' does not. Neither does my sister—anymore."

"I just fucked your sister against the bar ten minutes ago. And I'll do it again tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that." Negan replied, grinning. But Dexter noted that his grin didn't quite meet his eyes, and he sensed that Negan knew there was something different about him. Dexter was happy about this.

The door opened and Judith returned.

"I forgot my hat. Hey, Dexter! I can't find Harrison or Herschel."

Dexter slowly turned from Negan to face Judith.

"I think they're playing in the basement of our house. I'll take you over there." Dexter said and walked over to Judith. Negan called out to her.

"Honey, your mother saw your hat in here. Let her know you're going to do as she says while she's gone, okay?"

"Okay, Uncle Negan." Judith chirped and left with Dexter. Meanwhile, a naked Maggie, who had gotten up late, pulled on a robe and looked out of her bedroom window. She stared at Dexter and Judith coming out of that bar. She knew Dexter had probably had words with Negan, and she loved him so much for looking out for her and Herschel. She ran a hand over her face. What the hell had Michonne been thinking. God, was the hell was Deb thinking?

Not that it would matter. Tonight she planned to burn down Negan's 'bar'. Hopefully he would be in it.

She watched Michonne leave Alexandria on a horse, just as Darryl stepped out into a clearing. He stopped and looked up at Maggie. He nodded up to her and Maggie nodded back. Darryl understood. Darryl had always understood. So did Dexter.

Things were going to be put right again, now that she was back here with her new family. And Michonne would have no choice but to see that they were right. Maggie tore her eyes away from the window, pondering Michonne. She suspected that Michonne knew they were right but was distracted by other things. Too distracted to think about doing what needed doing. But what was it? What had been going on with her in the six years Rick had died? Maggie suspected that there was more to Michonne's life than running Alexandria and raising her children.

Maggie was right to be suspicious, of course.