Chapter 2 :

Daryl found Charlie smoking a cigarette on the porch to her home, her friends still asleep during this late evening.

"SO...ya'll gonna offer me as a sacrifice?" she asked teasingly seeing him come up to her.

She noticed the not happy look on his face and frowned.

"Oh god..what?" she asked.

Daryl looked at her and decided to not beat around the bush.

"There's a plan to get you in as one of Negan's wives. He has a small harem of women he's married, treats well, they get everything they need and we're under the understanding that he doesn't force them to do anything. It...everyone said it would be a good way to get close to him," he said simply.

Charlie narrowed her eyes and before Daryl could tell her she could refuse...she was back in Rick's house. Everyone looked at her but she was quick to push Rosita over in her chair and give her a kick in her side.

"That's for formulating that little fucking plan!" she yelled at her, Daryl rushed in as well and pulled her away as the others helped Rosita up.

There was a tense silence.

"I'll do it. Ill fucking do it but only because there are people worth saving in this town..but none of them..except maybe Daryl...are NOT in this fucking room," she told them, growling as she yanked away from Daryl to go to her home.

Daryl looked at everyone then pointed to Rosita, "that plan was mostly spite and you know it. You deserved what you got just now," he scolded her and left with Charlie.

Daryl walked into her home and waited in the living room until she left the bedroom her friends and she was sharing.

"I'm sorry Charlie. I really...really don't fucking like this," Daryl said knowing it wouldn't help.

Charlie shook her head, "You're the one person on my side, I know that. But fuck that shit, okay...so why does he have so many wives...and not because of the obvious reasons," she asked as she packed some of her things.

"Dwight told us he marries women who need things...medicine for themselves or family members...or they just can't handle life these days," he said.

Charlie sat down and rubbed her legs, wincing. "Well, at least there I have an 'in'," she said and took out two bottles of medication from her pocket then threw it to Daryl.

"What are these?" he asked looking at the names.

"My nerve and pain medication. I was a bad breach birth, doctor fucked up my legs, I've had nerve damage since I can remember," she lied a bit. "Those meds...let me move along without these," she said and pulled a pair of arm crutches from underneath her couch. She unfolded them, locked the hinges in place and put her arms into the slots. "In a day...I'll be depending on these," she said.

"Shit girl...no one knew," he said gently.

"I don't broadcast my weaknesses," she shrugged and went back to packing.

"Look...I know you're mad but...just don't let him change you. He's a charismatic bastard, very charming and if you keep yourself the way you are...he'll notice you alright. Just..don't fall for any of his shit," Daryl told her importantly.

"Jesh, you don't think much of me do you?" she asked as she zippered up a large duffel bag.

"You don't know him like I do...you don't know him at all," he reminded her.

"Okay. Well, let's do this. I have a plan to get in there since you told me its locked down pretty tight," she said. "But I wanna do this before I chicken out. I need you to drive me as close to Sanctuary as you can get me," she asked him.

Daryl nodded and they headed out.

As they walked down the road, they saw the others standing on the porch, looking to Charlie and Daryl.

Charlie stopped in front of them...she started to point to each one of them. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck, fuck you, Carl..don't ever ask me for weed again but you're cool, I'm out!" she yelled then got into the car with Daryl.

Rick looked at his son, "Carl? Really?"

Carl looked at his father wide-eyed and started to stammer.