Set during 6x12 "Not Tomorrow Yet" and 6x13 "The Same Boat."

And the cry goes out

They lose their mind for us

And how it plays out

Now we're in the ring

And we're coming for blood

You could try to take us

But we're the gladiators

Everyone's a rager

But secretly they're saviors

Glory and gore go hand in hand

That's why we're making headlines

But you could try to take us

But victory's contagious

"Glory and Gore" – Lorde

Chapter 11 – Glory and Gore

"And we can work with the Hilltop. Maggie hammered out a deal. We're getting food- eggs, butter, fresh vegetables. But they're not just giving it away. These Saviors, they almost killed Sasha, Daryl, and Abraham on the road. Now, sooner or later, they would've found us, just like those Wolves did, just like Jesus did," Rick explained to the people in the church. Mia was seated beside Jesus at the front of the room. She had her machete sitting in her lap with one hand resting on the grip. Her gaze lingered on the weapon as Rick continued. "They woulda killed someone or some of us. And then they would try to own us. And we would try to stop them. But by then, in that kind of fight, low on food, we could lose. This is the only way to be sure, as sure as we can get, that we win. And we have to win. We do this for the Hilltop, it's how we keep this place. It's how we feed this place. This needs to be a group decision. If anybody objects, here's your chance to say your piece."

The room remained silent for a while, until Morgan stood from his seat. Mia lifted her gaze to peer across the church at the older man. A part of her hoped he had what it took to talk Rick out of the fight. She understood that they needed the supplies from the Hilltop, but she wasn't sure it would be worth whatever they were about to lose.

"You're sure we can do it?" Morgan asked. "We can beat them?"

"What this group has done, what we've learned, what we've become, all of us—yes, I'm sure," Rick answered. Mia returned her gaze to her machete, running her fingers over the flat side of the blade.

"Then all we have to do is just tell them that," Morgan proposed.

"They don't compromise," Rick responded.

"This isn't a compromise," Morgan said. "It's a choice you give them. It's a way out, for them and for us."

"We try and talk to the Saviors, we give up our advantage, our safety," Rick said. "No, we have to come for them before they come for us. We can't leave them alive."

"Where there's life, there's possibility," Morgan said.

"Of them hitting us?" Rick asked.

"We're not trapped in this," Morgan said. "None of you are trapped in this."

"Morgan… they always come back," Rick told him.

"Come back when they're dead, too," Morgan retorted.

"Yeah, we'll stop them. We have before," Rick said with utmost certainty.

"I'm not talking about the walkers," Morgan said.

"Morgan wants to talk to them first," Rick said to the whole group. "I think that would be a mistake, but it's not up to me. I'll talk to the people still at home. I'll discuss it with the people on guard now, too, but who else wants to approach the Saviors, talk to them first?"

"What happened here," Aaron began, causing Mia to look up again, "we won't let that happen again. I won't."

He nodded at Rick before sitting down and Mia turned her gaze back to her machete.

"Looks like it's settled. We know exactly what this is. We don't shy from it, we live. We kill them all. We don't all have to kill, but if people are gonna stay here…" Rick paused as he stepped off the stage and walked towards the doors, "they do have to accept it."

Mia stayed in her seat until the room was empty except for her and Jesus. She continued to stroke the side of her machete, pretending not to notice Jesus staring at her.

"Mia," Jesus said finally.

"Yeah?" She asked without looking up.

"I was going to ask if you're okay, but I think I already know the answer," Jesus said.

"What do you think my answer is?" Mia questioned.

"That you're far from okay," Jesus said. "You're scared of losing somebody else."

"I know people die," Mia said. "It was a part of life before the outbreak and it's an even bigger part of life now, but if it can be avoided then I want to do everything I can to avoid it."

"And walking into a compound full of people who wouldn't mind killing us is the opposite of avoiding it," Jesus concluded.

"I get that your guy—"

"Andy," Jesus said.

"I get that Andy has been there before, but how do we know that this is the only compound of Negan's?" Mia asked, finally looking up from her machete. "How do we know that he'll be there?"

"We don't," Jesus answered. "But odds are that this compound is it."

"Odds are," Mia repeated quietly.

"That's not good enough?" Jesus asked.

Mia threw him a look. "It's not even close."

"I'm sure Rick would understand if you wanted to stay back," Jesus said.

"I don't want to stay back," Mia retorted. "I need to go. I need to do everything I can to protect my people."

"I wish I could tell you that everything is going to be all right," Jesus told her.

"But you wouldn't lie to me, would you?" Mia asked as she looked at him.

"Not in a million years," Jesus responded, causing Mia to smile weakly.

"I wish we had that long," Mia admitted with a sigh.

"You should tell Rick your concerns," Jesus said.

"It wouldn't make a difference," Mia said.

"You don't think he'd listen?" Jesus asked.

"He'd listen," Mia answered. "It just wouldn't change anything. We need the supplies from Hilltop and in order to get it we need to kill Negan and his men. Nothing's going to stop Rick from doing what needs to be done for this community. That's part of the reason I love him."

A short silence ensued where Jesus stood from his seat and offered a hand to Mia. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. She slipped her machete back into her belt and looked up at Jesus. She let out a deep breath as she dropped her head. Jesus moved closer to Mia and put a hand over hers.

"What is it?"

"I'm scared that I let these people in and now our world is about to come crashing down and I don't know if I can survive that," Mia explained.

"You're stronger than you think," Jesus said. "You survived this much."

"But what if I can't survive what comes next?" Mia asked.

"I think you can, but you got to have faith that you can," Jesus answered.

"I just—I can't keep losing people," Mia said.

"Eventually, it will stop," Jesus said.

"Only when I have no one else to lose," Mia told him. She lifted a hand and rubbed her eyes lightly.

"Come here," Jesus said as he gestured to himself.

Mia hesitated but eventually stepped into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his arms around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that until Mia pulled away. Jesus pushed a piece of hair out of her face, but his hand lingered on her cheek. They held each other's gaze as Jesus started to lean in. Mia swallowed hard as he leaned in more, placing a hand on his cheek. She used her other hand to push against his chest.

"I'm in love with Rick," Mia whispered. She closed her eyes and tilted her forehead against his, sighing quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Jesus said. "It was my fault."

Mia pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking off the stage and out of the church without looking back.

Amelia raked her fingers through her hair as she sat on the porch. She had been inside while Andy described the inside of the compound, but went outside once the meeting was over. While the others left, Rick, Michonne, Jesus, and Andy stayed behind. Mia knew she had to talk to Rick about what happened in the church, so she waited for him outside.

"Hey, Mia," Andy said as he walked out of the house. He was halfway down the street by the time that Jesus exited the house.

"Mia," Jesus greeted as he passed her. Amelia stood up and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"We need to talk," Mia told him.

"No, we don't," Jesus said. He slid his arm out from her grasp until they were hand-in-hand. "I like you, Mia. I've never cared about another girl like this in my life, and for some reason, in the short time I've known you, I've come to care about you. You're kind, selfless, and courageous. You're everything I've ever wanted, but I can't have you because you're in love with someone else and I just have to accept it and move on. It'll be hard, but I'll do it… for you."

Mia looked down at their intertwined hands and sighed quietly. She lifted her head and met Jesus' gaze. "I wanted to kiss you in the church. I know that I love Rick, but during the short time I spent with you I forgot. I forgot that I was with him. I forgot that I loved him. You did that, Paul. You made me forget when I didn't think that was possible, when it shouldn't have been possible."

"So, what are you saying?" Jesus asked.

"I'm saying that I care about you, but I love Rick," Mia said.

"I get it," Jesus said. He took a couple steps away from her, but faced her again. "After tomorrow I'm going back to Hilltop. I'll be there if you ever need me."

"Thank you," Mia murmured. Jesus turned and walked away, leaving Mia alone.

She waited another half hour for Rick to leave. He was with Michonne, but quickly sent her away when Mia told him she needed to talk to him in private. They sat on the porch steps and faced each other.

"Is something wrong?" Rick asked as he looked at her.

"I love you, Rick," Mia told him.

"I know. I love you, too," Rick responded.

"I need you to remember that when I tell you what I need to tell you," Mia said.

"Just spit it out, Mia," Rick said.

"Jesus tried to kiss me," Mia revealed. She continued before Rick could get a word in. "We were talking in the church after your speech and—."

"Did you want to kiss him?" Rick asked, cutting her off.

"Yes," Mia answered truthfully.

"Do you like him?"

"Yes," Mia replied.

"Are you in love with him?"

"No," Mia said. "I'm in love with you."

"So, you didn't let him kiss you," Rick said.

"No," Mia said. "Because I love you."

"Should I be worried about this?" Rick asked.

"No," Mia said, shaking her head lightly. "Since my mom died, I feel like someone ripped out my stomach and filled the hole with asphalt. I laugh every time I remember I'm never going to talk to her again because it just sounds like the stupidest thing I ever heard. I can't believe it's real, but every time I look at you I feel better. You're my best friend and soul-mate and I love you. Jesus might have found a way into my heart, but you already have it, Rick. I am yours and you are mine and that's final. No man could change that now."

Rick sighed as he rubbed his eyes lightly. He dropped his hand and took Mia's, intertwining their fingers. He looked up at her and smiled weakly. "I love you, Mia, but if there is any chance that you might want to be with Jesus then I should give you the time to figure that out. You gave me time when I was trying to choose between Jessie and you so I'll give you time now."

"I don't need time, Rick," Mia said. "I choose you. I will always choose you."

Rick let out a sigh of relief. "I will always choose you, too."

Mia shut her eyes as Rick leaned in and kissed her. She savored the moment since she didn't know whether or not they'd be having many more after raiding Negan's compound. She wanted to hope for the best, but something deep in her mind was telling her that everything was about to change.

The next morning, Mia was sitting in the passenger seat of the RV, holding Rick's hand as he drove towards Negan's compound. They decided to stop while they were still pretty far from the compound. Rick and Mia stepped out of the RV after pressing the horn for a little while. They were hoping to draw some walkers closer to the road to give them more choices. They were hoping to find one that resembled Gregory so they could deliver it to Negan's men.

"Aaron, Rosita, you start here. We'll peel off every quarter mile, meet back here in a couple hours," Rick explained as the group gathered towards the front of the RV. "See what we got."

Mia stayed by Rick's side as Father Gabriel joined them. Rick looked at the man. "There's no turning back now."

"I could walk," Gabriel said. "Maybe run a little, maybe a lot. I'm not going anywhere. I wanted to learn and you taught me for a reason."

"Why are you still wearing that?" Rick asked, gesturing towards Gabriel.

"It's still who I was, I think," Gabriel answered. "And it'll be harder for them to see me in the dark."

Mia and Rick laughed before walking away. They went pretty far on foot before breaking off into the woods that surrounded the road. Mia took down several walkers on her own, but none of them had any resemblance to Gregory. She continued to search for a while longer before turning back and meeting up with Rick on the road. They made it back to the RV with time to spare. The others were a little luckier. A couple of them came back with walker heads that had some similar aspects to Gregory. They lined up the heads and Rosita worked on getting the haircut just right. Rick called for a meeting and everyone gathered at the back of the RV.

"We're gonna take a look around, try to get a feel for how many people are in there. We like how it looks, we go in… a couple hours before dawn. The guards outside'll be tired. Everyone inside'll be sleeping. We don't like what we see, we head back, make a new plan. They don't know who we are. We'll keep Jesus in the shadows. This is how we eat. This is how we eat," Rick reminded them. "We roll out at midnight."

Mia joined Rick, Andy, and Jesus in front of the RV once Rick was done speaking with Carol.

"She's done with the hair?" Rick asked. Jesus and Andy nodded while looked down at one of the three walker heads. "What've we got?"

"That one," Jesus said as he pointed to the middle walker head.

"Yeah, that's it," Andy agreed.

"Okay," Mia sighed.

"Though, it's probably good we're doing this at night," Jesus said.

"Something wrong with it?" Rick asked before he kneeled down in front of it.

"The nose," Jesus said. "Gregory's is a different shape."

Rick picked it up and landed several punches against it's nose. He put it back down and glanced over his shoulder at Jesus, Mia, and Andy.

"He fought back," Rick explained. He gestured to Andy. "He broke your hand, right?"

"Guess there's no reason to be subtle about it," Jesus said with a shrug.

Rick stood up and realized that Andy was staring at him. "What?"

"The Saviors, they're scary, but those pricks got nothing on you," Andy said.

Mia let out a breathless laugh and smiled lightly. She picked up the head and stuffed it in the bag. She gave it to Andy before taking Rick's hand. Mia exchanged a weak smile with Jesus and led Rick back to the RV. She pulled him to a stop outside the vehicle and kissed him slowly.

"What was that for?" Rick asked once they parted.

"I just wanted to kiss you," Mia explained with a shrug. "So I did."

Rick lifted a hand and brushed some hair out of her face. His hand lingered against her cheek as he held her gaze. "You think something is going to go wrong tonight, don't you?"

"I'm preparing for the worst," Mia said. "You should, too."

"The worst possible outcome is that everyone we love will die," Rick said. "And the best possible outcome is that we do what we came to do and we all survive."

"Do you honestly think the best outcome is possible?"

"I do," Rick said, nodding. "But I also think the worst is possible."

"So, we just have to hope for the best, but prepare for the worst," Mia said.

"Exactly," Rick replied before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Once the guards outside were taken care of, Mia and the others made their way into the compound.

"Check the doors," Rick instructed as they fanned out down the halls. "Find the arsenal. We take them out."

Mia stuck with Rick, Dean, Daryl, and Michonne as they approached one of the first doors in the hallway. She aimed her gun towards the door while Rick opened it. When they saw that no one was waiting for them, Rick went in and killed the one man sleeping inside.

They continued on down the hallway, searching for open doors along the way. Whenever they found one, they would go in and kill the sleeping inhabitants. Mia killed a number Saviors as they went, plunging her knife into each of their skulls. They hurried along until the alarm sounded, echoing through the halls. They picked up the pace, staying alert as they ran down the corridors. Rick took out several Saviors with his gun when they tried to run down some stairs.

"Go!" Rick shouted once he was done.

Mia matched the other's pace as they ran down the hall. Rick stopped when they reached a doorway leading into a separate hall. A few shot at them from somewhere far off. Rick tried to take them out, but shots continued to be fired at them. Daryl and Michonne took their place across the hall from Rick, Dean, and Mia and together they managed to take out whoever was shooting at them. When they reached another door, Daryl took out the guy on the other side. They continued to take out Saviors until they met up with the rest of their group. They found their way to a door that led outside and spilled out into the yard. They didn't lower their guns until they were sure the yard was clear.

"Hey," Jesus greeted as the others inspected the cars.

Mia turned to him and offered a small smile. "Hey. Thanks for helping Glenn and Heath in there."

"They would have done the same for me," Jesus said with a weak shrug. He glanced around to see Rick talking with Michonne. "I just wanted to say goodbye before I go. Who knows how long it will be before we see each other again."

Mia nodded understandingly and held out a hand towards him. "Goodbye, Paul."

Jesus gave her a half-smile. "It's Paul now?"

"It is when we're saying goodbye," Mia said as she returned his smile.

Jesus nodded and took her hand, shaking it shortly. "Goodbye, Amelia."

"Be safe," she said as he pulled on his jacket.

"You, too. And don't forget that I'll be at the Hilltop if you ever need me," he told her and Mia nodded. He held her gaze for another few seconds before turning and walking off.

Mia took a deep breath and let it out quickly. She raked a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face.

"What did Jesus say?"

Mia looked up to see Rick standing a few feet away from her. She pursed her lips lightly as she stepped towards him. "He just wanted to say goodbye."

"Did you tell him thank you for us?" Rick asked.

"I did," Mia said with a nod.

"So, are you upset he's going back to Hilltop?"

"No," Mia said.

"You should say goodbye to Tara, Dean, and Heath before they take off," Rick said. "They'll be gone for two weeks after all."

"You're right," Mia sighed. She kissed him before she went off to do what he said. Once she was done, Tara, Dean, and Heath got into their car and drove off through the gates. Mia bit her lip nervously as she watched the car disappear.

"What's up with you?" Daryl asked as he came to stand next to her.

"Negan wasn't in there," Mia stated quietly.

"How do you know that?" Daryl questioned.

She tore her eyes from the last spot she saw the car and looked over at him. "Don't tell Rick."

"How do you know he wasn't in there?" Daryl repeated as he stepped closer to her.

"Promise me you won't tell Rick," Mia said as they held each other's gaze.

"I promise," Daryl said eventually. "Now, tell me how you knew."

"I've met him before. I've talked to him face to face and he wasn't in there," Mia admitted.

"Why didn't you say something earlier?"

"Because I didn't think it was important," Mia explained. "What happened with Negan was in the past and I didn't want to dig it up again."

"I won't tell Rick, but you should or he's going to go on thinking we killed him," Daryl told her.

Mia remained silent, but nodded weakly. Daryl sighed before we walked off. She stayed cemented in her spot until she heard an engine roar to life. She spun around to see a man take off on Daryl's old motorcycle into the yard.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl shouted.

Rosita shot the man off the motorcycle and Daryl was quick to tackle him back to the ground when he tried to stand up. He punched him several times before the others caught up to him.

"Where'd you get the bike?" He asked the man.

Rick stepped up and pointed a gun at the man's head.

"Just do it!" The man shouted. "Like you did everyone else, right?!"

"Lower your gun, prick," a female's voice reached their ears suddenly. "You, with the Colt Python. All of you lower your weapons right now."

Daryl stood up and took out his gun and pointed it at the man on the ground. Rick picked up the walkie-talkie on the ground beside him and raised it to his lips. "Come on out. Let's talk."

"We're not coming out, but we will talk," the lady said. "We've got a Carol and a Maggie. I'm thinking that's something you want to chat about."

Mia sighed as she screwed her eyes shut. She knew it couldn't have been that easy.

"Now, we're going to work this out right now. And it's going to go our way," the woman said.

"Get him up," Rick said to Daryl and Glenn. They picked up the man and Glenn put a gun to his head.

"You can see we have one of yours," Rick spoke into the walkie-talkie. "We'll trade."

"I'm listening," the woman responded.

"First I want to talk to Maggie and Carol, make sure they're all right," Rick said.

There was a short silence before they heard Carol's voice.

"Rick, it's Carol. I'm fine, but—"

"Rick, it's Maggie. We're both okay. We'll figure thi—"

"You have your proof," the woman said. "Let's talk."

"This is the deal right here," Rick said. "Let 'em go, you can have your guy back and live."

"Two for one, that's not much of a trade."

"You don't have another choice or you would've done something about it already."

Mia stepped towards Rick and grabbed his hand. He glanced over his shoulder at her and squeezed her hand. He lifted the walkie-talkie to his lips again.

"Look, I know you're talking it over. It's a fair trade. Just come out, we do this, we all walk away," Rick said. "Do we have a deal?"

"I'll get back to you," the woman responded.

Mia stepped closer to Rick. "We should fan out and see if we can find tracks."

"Good idea," Rick said. He turned around to the rest of the group. "Spread out around the compound. Look for any signs of people."

They did as he said and moved out around the compound in groups of two. Mia went with Daryl while Rick went with Michonne. She knew she had to tell him about Negan, but she didn't know how she was supposed to explain why she kept it from him for so long.

"You gonna tell him?" Daryl asked as they made their way through the greenery outside the fence, searching for tracks.

"Yeah," Mia said. "I just have to figure out how."

"Just tell him, plain and simple," Daryl said.

"It's not that easy," Mia told him. "I kept this from him for months."

"It's easy to see that he cares about you a lot," Daryl said. "He'll understand."

"I don't know that he will," Mia said.

"Well, either way, you gotta tell him."

"I know," Mia sighed. "I will."

"Hold up," Daryl said as he put up a hand. Mia came up behind him and looked over his shoulder.

"Did you find tracks?"

"Yeah," Daryl said and pointed to the ground. "Several people gathered here not too long ago."

"I'll get the others," Mia said before whistling loudly.

The rest of the group gathered near the spot Daryl found the tracks.

"What do we do?" Glenn asked. Mia let out a quiet sigh and glanced over her shoulder at Daryl. He was still trying to figure out which way the tracks went.

"We go after them," Mia said when she looked back at Glenn and the rest of the group. "We have to find them before those people make their choice."

"What if they decide to trade?" Glenn asked.

"Then we'll be nearby," Rick said.

"They might decide to do the trade, but if they don't then we need to find them before they can hurt Maggie or Carol," Mia explained.

"She's right," Rick said. "We need to find them."

"I got a trail," Daryl said suddenly.

"Let's go," Rick said before leading the rest of their group after Daryl. They followed him for a while through the woods until they reached a road that stretched behind the compound.

"Hold up," Mia said, making everyone stop and turn towards her. "We should see where their minds are at; see how much time we have."

Rick took the walkie-talkie and raised it to his mouth. "Have you thought about it? Talk to me."

"You weren't listening," the woman said after a short silence. "I said I'd contact you."

"Would it make a difference if I said I was sorry about that?" Rick asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think we're gonna make the trade, so tell me where."

"We haven't agreed to that."

"You will."

"You know what? I'm not so sure. We'd be taking most of the risk, not getting much in the way of a reward."

"The other option won't work out for you."

"We'll take our chances."

The line went dead after that.

"We have to find them," Glenn said.

"We will," Rick and Mia said at the same time.

"There are car tracks heading that way," Daryl said as he pointed down the street.

"Let's get some of those cars and head out," Rick said.

They did as he said, piling into several cars before starting out the way Daryl said the Saviors went. They went slow, to make sure they didn't lose the trail, but made good time.

"Asshole, are you there?" The woman's voice came over the radio.

"I'm here," Rick said as he shared a look with Mia.

"We've thought about it. We want to make the trade," the woman said.

"That's good," Rick said.

"There's a large field with a sign that says 'God is dead' about two miles down I-66. Good visibility in all directions," the woman explained.

"We'll meet you there. 10 minutes?" Rick asked.

"10 minutes," the woman said.

"We can't be far," Mia said once Rick was done. "There was no static in the background."

"We still need to be careful not to lose the trail," Rick said. He looked at Mia and Daryl.

"We won't," Daryl said. "We'll find them before those pricks can do anything stupid."

"They'll get what's coming to them," Mia said.

They continued on, following the car tracks the Saviors left behind. Soon enough they reached a slaughterhouse and prepared to storm the building. Before they could, the door slid open to reveal Maggie and Carol.

"Maggie," Glenn said as he went to hug her.

"You okay?" Daryl asked Carol. "We got your trail. You start a fire?"

"Yeah," she answered.

"Hey," Daryl said as he lifted her chin. "You good?"

"No," Carol said.

"Come here," Daryl said before pulling her into a hug.

"They're dead. They're all dead, the ones that took us," Maggie said. "They're all dead."

"Hey, are you okay?" Glenn asked.

"I just… I can't anymore," Maggie said.

"It's okay," Glenn said as he hugged her again.

"Your friends are dead," Rick told the man from the compound. "No one's coming for you. So, you might as well talk."

"Let him burn," Daryl said.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time, how'd you get the bike?" Rick asked.

"We found it," the man said.

"Like hell you did," Daryl retorted.

"We found it," the man repeated.

"Was Negan in that building last night or was he here?" Rick asked.

"Both," the man said. He turned to Rick. "I'm Negan, shithead. There's a whole world of fun we can talk about, so let's have a chat."

Rick took a step back. "I'm sorry it had to come to this."

Mia flinched when Rick shot the man in the head.

Mia leaned against one of the cars as the rest of the group started to pile into the other cars. She stared at the gun she held in both of her hands.

"Mia," Daryl said as he joined her. "You tell him or I will."

She looked at him and sighed. "I'm going to tell him."

"Good," Daryl said. He started to walk away, but turned back after a couple steps. "He'll understand whatever your reason is for not telling him. He loves you."

Mia nodded and dropped her head. "I hope you're right."

"Most of the time I am," Daryl said before walking away.

"What was that about?" Rick asked as he joined her by the car.

"He was just giving me some advice," Mia explained.

"About what?"

"It's not important," Mia said. "I have to tell you something, though."

"Is it about Jesus?" Rick asked. "Cause I'm just too tired to deal with that right now."

"It's not about Jesus," Mia said. She took a deep breath and let it out quietly. "It's about Negan."

Rick looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What about him?"

"That man in there," Mia said as she gestured to the slaughterhouse. "That wasn't Negan."

"How do you know that?" Rick asked. He continued when Mia didn't respond. "How do you know what he looks like?"

Mia pressed her lips into a thin line as she looked up at Rick. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Because I knew Negan."

A/N: Now, I know that Jesus is gay in the comic books, but I love his character on the show so much that I decided that my OC should like him too. This is still a Rick/Mia story so don't worry about a possible Jesus/Mia storyline... yet. Please don't forget to follow/favorite/review! Thank you for reading!