Author's Note: No long winded intro note this time guys. I am sorry about the wait, I had intended to update far sooner but real life has had other plans for.

If I could make a song recommendation for this chapter: Check out Battleme's cover of Hey hey, My my. I listened to this song quite a few times while writing this, particularly while writing a specific part. Which I will mark with a * for you guys in case you're curious.

As always, this is not Beta'd so any mistakes are my own.

I hope you enjoy it!


They're gone. They're just gone.

The lack of a struggle or bloodshed aren't as comforting as they might be to some. She had given Haley explicit orders. Outside the walls, Haley always listens. She wouldn't just wander off, her communication with Sadie is still a work in progress and she has limited ammunition. She isn't equipt to be out there on her own.

The walk back to the car is long as it is torturous. Every step of the way the urge to turn around and drag the man back through the forest nudges at her a little bit harder. It feels like she's abandoning Haley. She knows where Alexandria is. She's been there. They could get there on foot and easily before nightfall. That wouldn't be smart, one person against an entire community? No one to have her back if her presence is ill received. There doesn't seem like there's much point in piecing together a backstory. Who knows if Haley's said anything; if they know that she wasn't alone or where she had come from.

She can't start shit. They're already living in fear of an imminent attack. Everyone seems to think that it's only a matter of time before what happened at the satellite outpost happens to them, too. Gavin would have her head if she did anything stupid. Given that her best idea involves pressing the muzzle to the man's head and giving the Alexandrian's to the count of ten to produce Haley, it's safe to assume Gavin wouldn't be thrilled.

She can't go in guns a blazin' like she so badly wants to. She needs to stop and think.

Thinking's hard. Squashing down the panic is hard, ignoring all of the what-if scenarios. She had been at the satellite outpost, she had heard stories about all the people they had killed. Haley's just a girl but who was to say that mattered anymore? What if all they needed to know was a Savior?

It isn't just the fate of Haley and Sadie that are distracting, or the way her heart is beating a million miles a minute in her chest. Beth remains hyper vigilant, gun resting on her leg and a finger ready to drop to the trigger if he so much as looks at her wrong.

"What's your name?" The man keeps trying to talk to her. Open up a dialogue, that's what Gavin would call it. Whatever the fuck he's trying to do in the passengers seat. It's a tactic. She had seen it before. Sucking up to the person who has their hand on the loaded gun. It wont work with her. It's never worked with her. She wont suddenly slam on the brakes and shove him out the side of the car like he's got to be hoping for. Beth says nothing. "My name's Eric. Eric Raleigh."

He says it like she actually cares.

Beth just keeps her eyes forward. Attention divided between the man, the road, and the gun on her lap. She can't go back to the outpost and she can't go to Alexandria. She grimaces at the realization of how disgustingly limited her options are.

"Are you married?." Beth's eyes narrow as she glances over to him. He leans further back into the space between the car door and the seat. Is she married? What the hell type of question is that? "We got word from another settlement-" She already knows where that is going to go. "A man showed up, he said his wife was missing." It's amazing that he can't seem to pick up on how disinterested she is, and there's no possible way he does because Eric soldiers on. "He got separated from his wife by a herd, from the sounds of it. He doesn't know what happened to the rest of the group but he made it out. He has a baby with him," Beth's gaze shoots up to catch her reflection in the glass. Why the hell is he telling her any of this?

"A dog too," Eric's brow furrows. "His name is Mac, I think. He's looking for someone who sounds a lot like you."

The car comes to a screeching halt as she slams her foot down on the break. "What did you say?"

Now somehow Eric looks confused, like he's completely thrown by the fact that he now has her full attention. "Did you say his name was Mac?" It's too much to hope for, it's stupid. She had seen the site with her own two eyes. She knows better than to hope for anything because the world is always going to break your heart. There are no exceptions.

But he mentioned a baby and a dog. What were the odds? Especially in this world?

xxx

That changes things. Eric hasn't seen him with his own two eyes but he describes Mac, describes Bear, even the baby. It presents a whole new problem on it's own because they're at Hilltop. Safe for now, Eric tries to assure her that they are all safe. She could just roll right up to the gates and proclaim that she, wife of Mac, has returned.

As much as the words would cause her physical pain to say out loud. She'll play whatever role she has to. The Hilltop is the Widow's domain. There's no way that Gregory has any say there, not anymore. Not from everything that she's heard. She wants to square off with the Widow as much as she does Rick. They both seem so equally unhinged. Broken past the point of reasoning.

Fact of the matter is that Mac cannot stay at the Hilltop. All they need is one impromptu visit from Simon and it all goes to hell. He'll find out about what they've done, sneaking the people and children out, or he'll assume that the Hilltop has taken hostages. "Where are we?"

They'd been driving for a little while. Not long, under an hour. They aren't going far, and she has a plan now. It's not the best ever but it's something. She pulls the car to a halt off the side of the road, under the cover of the trees. They aren't far now. A ten minute walk if that. Eric looks more than a little bit terrified as she motions for him to open up the car door. He doesn't recognize the area or he's genuinely concerned for his safety. Neither are high up on the list of things that she's worried about. It's better if he's scared, if he thinks that she might actually pull the trigger. It means that he should play along with her.

"Don't say a word. Got it?" Beth growls as the gates come into view. "Talk and I shoot." The hurried nod she receives in response means that at the very least, he can understand simple instructions.

The toe of her boot clashes against the metal. "I need to see Ezekiel."

xxx

They aren't happy to see her. They are not happy at all. That's fine, she doesn't need to be liked she just needs to be let in. Needs that audience that she's demanding. Beth stows the gun and her threats had clearly made some impact because Eric doesn't looks even slightly more at ease. It's easier than she expects it to be. Do they want to be leading her through the Kingdom? No. Are they doing it regardless? Yes.

It's a part of the community she had only seen once in passing. A large auditorium with a throne on the stage. This time the throne isn't empty. Ezekiel is perched on top of it. Shiva standing beside him in all of her glory. Jerry is to his left, holding what looks like some sort of movie prop. "Lady Bird," His voice rumbles over the sound of Shiva's own growl. "You've returned."

Not willingly. "Who is your companion?"

"Eric Raleigh." He doesn't miss so much as a beat. Beth head swings round to glare at him so quickly that pain flares up underneath her skin. He's not a companion. She has to bite her tongue to keep from saying it out loud. They aren't friends. If anything, he's a means to an end.

"I need safe passage."

"You do not make demands of -" Jerry immediately launches in to some sort of speil. Which, she does not have the time or patience for.

I need safe passage to the other communities. The Hilltop and Alexandria."

The smile that had initially graced his features as they had been led into the auditorium vanishes. It's about the reaction that she had been expecting, if she is being honest with herself. "Why the Hilltop?"

"There were survivors from the other group." and they can't stay there. The baby maybe, but Mac? He needs to get out, the sooner the better.

Ezekiel leans back in on the throne, reaching for Shiva's head. "And Alexandria?" To her ears, it actually sounds as if he's considering her demand.

"They found something of mine, and I found something of theirs." Beth can practically feel Eric cringing beside her. It is a far nicer, more docile explication for what had happened. "I just want to make things right."

She hopes that's convincing enough. She's trying, it's hard. It's incredibly hard to sound anything other than angry and bitter. Ezekiel seems smart. He has to be, to keep a handle on an operation this big. He'll see right through it, he'll understand that she didn't find Eric so much as took him. Kidnapped, essentially if they 're going to get picky about wording.

She only did what his people had done to Haley.

Ezekiel's eyeing Eric closely. Like he's silently willing the man to speak, or to profess to some horrible mistreatment. "If you do this for me, I'll do something for you." The words virtually echo in the room.

"What do you offer the Kingdom in return?"

She had no idea whether or not that would work. If he would consider it without her sweetening the pot. Time is off the essence and she's done enough standing around. "I can get you a doctor. I know you're going to need one." In theory, she could get them a doctor. If she finds Siddiq, it's entirely possible. That had been the plan from the start. Find Siddiq and send him to the Kingdom where he can be safe and most importantly – useful.

"Jerry, why don't you take Miss Bird and Sir Eric to see the children? I'm sure they will be more overjoyed to see her again."

"But what about-" Ezekiel holds his hand up and the words die on her lips. Her gaze turned smoldering.

"Go, see the children. We will speak later."

xxx

"She's demanding safe passage to the other communities."

She hadn't expected to see her again. Carol had thought, been so sure that once Beth walked back through those gates it would be the last time that she ever saw her face again. They were on two different sides of a war, for all intensive purposes they were enemies. To hear that she has returned, not only returned but was requesting aid is nearly enough to make her head spin.

"The Hilltop first, she knows about the survivors. Then to Alexandria."

"To negotiate with Rick. She has one of his people, an Eric Raleigh." Ezekiel gives her a firm nod.

It's too soon. She's not ready. They aren't ready. "You should ride ahead," Carol's eyes widen at the suggestion. "The guard will escort Beth and your friend. This way you can warn Maggie. If you go ahead you have more control over the outcome. It's better this way – what would become of her if she showed up at the gates alone?" How he can sound so confident still amazes her, even after all this time. His plan isn't far off from her own. Warn them, yes. This way they have some control over how it plays out, what happens.

xxx

Ezekiel had sent two guards with them along with the assurance that she would not be harmed at either community while his people stood watch over her. They drive to the Hilltop, loading her and Eric up in the back of a van. Once she can see the walls a feeling of dis-ease unfurls in the pit of her stomach.

Eric had tried to assure her that Mac was safe, but she had heard the stories. Everyone had this point, about the Widow and Rick. They may be people – just like she had tried to convince the children. Flesh and blood people just like she is. Only they've done a hell of a lot more than she has, than she hopefully ever will.

At the Kingdom, she's not sure if anyone had ever made an official announcement. Gathered every resident up in the auditorium and mentioned that they had Saviors in their midst. It sure as hell felt like they knew. It's a similar feeling when the van rolls through the gates and she pulls back the side door. Anyone working nearby seems to stop what they're doing just to stare. The only one who doesn't look completely off put by their arrival is the man who has appeared out of nowhere. Long flowing hair, piercing sort of eyes. "We found the girl." One of the guards announce. The man doesn't seem to care. He's not even looking at her. He's looking at Eric. The fact that she can't read his face immediately puts her on edge. She is still armed. She's got her knives, and a gun tucked at her back. Purposely hidden upon entering the Kingdom – no way were they disarming her again.

From the look on Eric's face, she half expects him to break down right there and launch into the harrowing tale that has been his day. Instead, he is silent. "Mac will be happy to see you." He finally speaks. "He's over here."

xxx

* The file lays open on the desk. The pages all in disarray. Maggie had shoved them away. She can't look at them anymore. Carol understands that feeling. She's spent entirely too much time looking at them herself. Over and over, cover to cover. It still just barely feels real, even to her. Even when confronted with the living, breathing truth of it.

They had already made their peace with the lie. They had moved on – carried on because they had to. Now that certainty had been shattered. Faced with an entirely new reality.

In this world everyone is prepared for death. No one was prepared for something like this. A resurrection.

"I need to see her."

"Maggie-" Carol's voice is tired, warning.

"I need to know."

You already do. Carol thinks it but doesn't dare say it. She can't be upset by the doubt. Maggie's need for something solid, irrefutable proof. Who wouldn't have demanded the same if all they had been given were a stack of papers and claims of a miracle? "I know. I understand, but I need you to listen to me. It's not safe – she isn't safe. Beth isn't the same, it's too dangerous for you. For both of you." Carol almost feels sick playing that card. The pregnancy card. It's not out of malice that she does it, it isn't an attempt to manipulate. Only to get Maggie to see reason. She had seen first hand how Beth had reacted to her. Angry and hostile. What would she do if Maggie rushed out to greet her. Could Maggie compose herself? Could she hold it all in?

It doesn't even seem fair to ask.

Carol had spent the entire ride between the two colonies going over the conversation in her mind. How exactly she was supposed to tell Maggie that she couldn't see Beth. Not right now. She can only see it ending one way. In tears and bloodshed. Beth had reacted so poorly at the idea of being a familiar face, what would it be like if Maggie called her baby sister and ran to embrace her?

There's too much at stake.

With a swing of the door and a call Enid announces that the others have arrived. Carol takes a deep breathe and moves towards the balcony. The balcony doors are shut, and they'll stay that way. Maggie can see clearly enough over the community through the doors.

Beside her Maggie steels herself. She can feel it. She's standing up taller, her jaw is set, arms crossed tight over her chest. She's trying to prepare herself. Carol wants to say it wont help. There's no way to prepare for this.

She's wearing the exact same thing she had the first time she had seen her from the looks of it. Dark jacket, dark cap, dark pants, dark everything. What strands of her hair that are free of her collar and hat seem to shine impossibly bright in the sun. "It's not her." Maggie says quietly, sounding confused. Her brows are knit and her expression is dancing on the line between confused and angered.

She understands. She understands it perfectly. Carol understands how even after reading the file, seeing Beth emerge from the van, there's still that doubt. That voice that's bound to be in the back of Maggie's head, just like it had been in hers that's saying it isn't Beth.

Jesus is out in the yard now, talking to Beth and Eric. Beth doesn't look terribly interested in him. Instead she's looking around, scoping the place out. It's the look of someone planning their exit strategy, surveying all available options. Not something Beth from before would have done, but now?

If it isn't Beth, then there's nothing to get worked up about. If it isn't Beth, there's no need to feel guilty, angry, or torn up. If it isn't Beth the world keeps turning.

If it is Beth, it means that they had left her alone. If it is Beth, they let her become this. A Savior. If it is Beth – this means that they failed her.

A man rounds the trailers and flies towards the blonde. He collides with her, wrapping her up tight in his arms. Mac, she assumes. The survivor. Beth doesn't move at first. She readjusts, having almost been knocked off her feet but her arms don't come up automatically. The man who had claimed to be her husband. When Beth finally does embrace him, even from their vantage point it looks forced. Like it's the absolute last thing that she wants to be doing – but she does it anyways.

"It's not her."

But it is. Maggie will see, just like she had.

xxx

"Paul – this is my Beth." Mac's arm slips down to her waist, pulling her tight up against his side. Beth nearly pushes him away but then the voice in the back of her mind reminds her – it's an act. Mac had told them that she was his wife. What sort of wife would she be if she kneed him in the crotch? Because he knows, he knows that nobody gets to touch her.

She does her job, she plays her role. Forced as the smile is, it's still a smile. "Come on, there's someone else who will want to see you." He finally lets go of her, giving her an expectant nod. They don't go far. The someone else that he's referring to is a baby. Beth recognizes her instantly. Well, the hair she recognizes. A full head of jet-black silk. Julia, her mother died during childbirth – Luann had been the one to put her down. One of the Saviors orphans. Some woman is holding her. Some woman that Beth has never seen in her life. She doesn't know these people, and neither does he. Why would he let one hold the baby?

Beth doesn't lunge for her – as badly as she wants to. That would startle the baby but she does move towards the pair instantly. Mac is all over it. Rather, all over her. He's called her Mamma Bear before, and Pack Mom, a billion other variations of mom that all play to her 'overly protective' nature. "Giv-" She doesn't even get to make the demand, Mac sweeps the baby out of the strangers arms and holds her out for the taking.

She moves faster to pull the child closer to her chest than she had moved to embrace Mac. The children are different. For a moment she forgets entirely about where she is, who she is with. Eric? Haley? It all fades. On some level she had been relieved to hear that Mac had survived. They worked together, trained together. That was nothing compared to what she's feeling now. The smile, slight as it may be, is genuine as she presses her lips to the top of Julia's head.

It's a nice moment. Arguably one of the better ones that she'd had the last few days, but it ends too soon. "Looks like she missed her mom." Paul offers. Beth's eyes immediately dart upwards – the spell now broken. She knows that tone. Julia isn't hers, not Mac's either. This guy, Paul, whoever the hell he is, knows that.

Whatever. There are more important things to worry about right now. They'd let her in, she'd seen the baby (whom she is cradling close to her chest) and she's got Mac. The trip to Hilltop had been a resounding success all things considered. Now she just needs the second leg of the journey to go just as smoothly.

Mac's talking about something. It's not directed towards her, he's talking to Paul. Something about how great she is with kids. Beth's barely listening. Her eyes are scanning the area again, force of habit. The hairs on the back of her neck are bristling and something, somewhere in the community is demanding her attention.

She's not sure why, Beth couldn't give a particular reason as to why her gaze settles on the building and slowly drifts upwards. "Who is that?" She asks as her eyes wander to a window. The men both pause and follow her gaze.

The person in the window isn't facing the glass but even if they were Beth is confident that it isn't a question that she could answer for herself. "Oh, that's Maggie." Paul offers, crossing his arms over top of his chest.

The Widow. Wasn't her name Maggie something?

As if the woman had heard the thought she turns towards the glass. She looks directly at her, too. Beth can't help it, the way she straightens up and squares her shoulders. It's difficult to read her expression from where she's standing but Beth knows that the woman's focusing right on her. She can practically feel it. They're staring at each other for no more than a handful of seconds when Maggie stumbles. An arm shoots out from beyond the window to steady her. Beth only turns away, uninterested.

Paul's brow is furrowed – he looks concerned and like he has something to say about the fact that it looked like his fearless leader nearly fainted. "I'll be right back." Maybe more than concerned, judging by the fact that he's more than fine with leaving them alone as he peels off towards the building.

xxx

"Where's Bear?" She had heard mention of a dog. There had only been one. Mac shrugs.

"Probably parked in front of a fan somewhere. He's had a rough couple'a days. He'll be fine, though."

They're alone. Almost. As alone as they can be with Eric standing behind her, and while they stay directly in the middle of a walled in compound. Mac leans in, too close for her liking but she stays still. "Where's Sadie?"

Isn't that the million dollar question? Ever since she and Dwight had found the dog out on a run, they had been inseparable. Literally. She hadn't trusted anyone at the outpost enough to look after her while she was beyond the walls. Too many people looked at her like she was dinner, or worse, a source of entertainment.

"We're going to go get her." She doesn't mention Haley, or Alexandria. Not yet, because she can't. Not while they're being watched.

Mac runs his hand over his head. "You made some friends while I was gone?" He nods towards Eric who, seems startled that someone else has acknowledged his presence. Mac already has to know the situation on some level; besides she doesn't make friends. Even a stranger could see that the situation was less than friendly. Eric looks slightly less comfortable than a man about to be led up to a noose might be.

How does she explain this with ears around them on all sides? "I make friends everywhere I go."

He knows her well enough to know what pure bullshit that is. Which is probably why he suddenly looks so worried. Julia begins to fuss and squirm in her arms. "It's feeding time." The woman, who she had taken the child from, and has kept a watchful eye over them holds her arms out expectantly. It's more tempting than it should be to not let go of her; but this had always been the plan. To leave the children behind. They're going to Alexandria, hell in all likelihood they'll come face to face with Rick himself. That's no place for a child, let alone a baby. It is with the most disgruntled look she can manage that she finally hands the child over.

"Do you mind watching her, Kris?"

"Where are you going? "

He places a reassuring hand on the woman's shoulders. There are times, like now, where Beth is amazed that he hadn't been an actor before the world ended. "Gotta take care of something. I wont be long."

Yes you will. Beth thinks to herself. Chances are real good that once he leaves, he's never coming back. Paul hasn't returned yet and the woman whisks Julia away without so much as a second question. Mac leaves her side with strict instructions to meet back at the van. The one that the entire community had seen roll through the gates.

The guards are elsewhere. Talking to the blacksmith or something; Beth's got no idea who it is but they've got what looks like a crude smithing set up. They're occupied.

"So where is she?" Eric jumps about a foot when Mac returns. Beth can't help but smirk. He's far from the type of company that she's used to. Now, she can say. They have the cover of the van, and the guards are occupied (even if they already know – it's Mac's reaction that she doesn't want them to see.)

"With Haley." Beth leans back against the van door. Mac's looking at her, he's waiting for more. "They took Haley."

Instantly the smiling, happy man vanishes. "Who did?"

Beth throws her head to the side, nodding towards Eric. "They didn't -" He tries to defend himself.

"No one's talking to you." Mac snaps. Eric immediately falls silent. "Where's he from?"

She takes another quick survey of the area. "Alexandria."

He doesn't ask why or how. In the grand scheme, those factors aren't important. What is, is that one of theirs is behind enemy lines. Haley wasn't one of the children, one of the refugees. She wasn't supposed to be there.

Apparently, their presence doesn't go unnoticed because it's not long after that when the guards return. They ask if she's done with whatever it was she needed to do and Beth tries her best not to sound too eager when she says yes. They're loaded up into the back of the van, which now is just a little more cramped.

The ride is silent. She has no idea how long the drive will actually be. All she knows is that Alexandria is where they're meant to be headed.

It's about an hour in when she feels the toe of a boot jam into her shin. "Ow." She hisses, dropping her hand to rub the sore patch. Another jab. She looks up, glaring daggers at Mac.

"Escort?" He signs, glancing towards the front of the fan.

"Kings guard." She replies slowly. There are times, like now, where she's thankful for the books and the annoying lessons that both Mac and Haley had subjected her to. Non-verbal communication had to be one of the best skills she'd learned since waking up, hands down.

"They work for him?" Beth shakes her head.

"King?" She asks

Mac shakes his head. Oh. So Rick then. The communities are working together, but the extent of their involvement is unclear.

"Does he know?" This time Beth does not ask for clarification. He's got to be asking if Rick knows – if Rick knows they're coming. She hopes he doesn't, but she's got no way to know for sure. All she can do is let her shoulders rise and fall. It's not an answer that Mac likes.

xxx

There's nothing else for a long while. No more whispers. No more pointed looks. The sun's setting, her legs are cramping from the way she's been sitting. She's been in her own little world. Her mind keeps drifting back to the Hilltop. How just being there had made her skin crawl. Had the woman in the window really been the Widow? Why hadn't she come out to greet her visitors? In what world would anyone in their right mind let strangers waltz right through their gates without at least checking them out first?

A display of poor leadership, if you asked her. She would have liked to meet her. She's heard stories, everyone has. The Widow who miraculously came back to life, not unlike Jesus Christ herself. Of course that hadn't happened. No one does that, nobody comes back to life. She'd just never been dead. Still, that doesn't make for a very interesting story.

It's dark outside when she feels yet another jab to her shin. "Jesus Christ, what?" Beth hisses under her breath. Mac gets up, moving over to find a seat on the floor of the van beside her.

"We've gotta be close. I don't want to go in with them." He's not signing this time, he's whispering. Arm around her, right in her ear. To keep up appearances. As far as Ezekiel's people knew, they were a husband and wife reunited. Who would really put much thought into two reunited lovers cuddling after what could have been an extended absence?

So Beth plays along, plays her role. Burying her face against the side of his. "We agreed on safe passage."

She can practically feel him rolling his eyes. "Yeah, and once we're there they'll have delivered on their end. What's keeping them from turning on us?"

Up front, the passengers side seat squeaks as the guard shifts in his seat. Beth pulls her head away, eyes narrowing. "You mind?" She asks with a pointed gaze. The guard only shakes his head and turns back up towards the dash. Privacy granted, somewhat anyways.

"We take the van," Mac whispers against the column of her throat. "- and we get Hals. We don't need them."

The King had promised safe passage and the trip to the Hilltop had been just that. Safe, completely uneventful. The air at Alexandria will be different. She's not picking up an old friend there, she's exchanging hostages. What if they do turn? Ezekiel didn't seem to be the type, for better or worse, he seems too genuine. But his people? Maybe they didn't hold themselves up to their King's own moral codes.

Either way going in, they'll be outnumbered. Not the first time and likely wouldn't even be the last. It's a long stretch of silence. She's weighing the pros and cons. It wouldn't be the stupidest thing they've ever done. It would be a contender for the top spot, though.

"We take the van." She says finally, in a voice barely a whisper, pressing her head back against the cool metal. "Then we get Haley."


A/N: I hope this chapter didn't seemed at all rushed to you guys I know the switching between Carol and Beth's POV, as well as a few time skips may have been confusing. I was worried about slowing the pacing down because I did not intend for Maggie and Beth to have a 'proper' reunion, and having her spend an extended period of time at Hilltop, that would have been inevitable. So I needed her to get in and get right back out.

Having Maggie see, but not actually get to 'meet' Beth was hard. From the beginning, this was always the intention. I could not see anyone in their right mind allowing Beth to encounter Maggie without a buffer, if at all. If one of your loved ones magically reappeared after you 'buried' them, would you not freak out? Rush to hold them? Make sure they're real? Beth is a risk plain and simple. Carol knows this, Carol has had /some/ time at least to process this information. Even if it is Beth, she couldn't put Maggie at risk (I don't see her doing it, anyways) because let's face it - Beth would not react well to an emotional, tearful greeting or reunion.

For those side-eyeing the ever loving crap out of Mac. I know, believe me, he may be a somewhat creepy asshole but remember - He's Beth's creepy asshole. So far, Beth has not aligned herself with anyone 'bad' (Well, not full on Negan. For example - Gavin, Lu, Haley and Siddiq) that have been named so far) so just trust me here. I will also delve a little into Mac's backstory, why he is the way he is, in an upcoming installment for Polaroids which I am currently working on. You will see more of him in both series. He has played a big part in Beth's new life to this point and I have no intention to shelve him now.

I think that's about all for now. I am off to fix another cup of iced coffee.

Thank you all for reading! Let me know what you think, if you feel so inclined.