Alexandra stayed in the bathroom for a long time trying to think rationally. She couldn't. Even when Randy's knocks came on the door with concern she couldn't respond.

"Just tell me that you're okay!" he finally demanded, rattling the handle. "Please... Alex..."

"I'm..." she choked out, putting a hand over her mouth as more tears rolled down her face, "I'm not okay, Randy." She thought of Sarah for a second, "Make sure Sarah is safe." The second half of the sentence came out as a whimpered cry and she stayed on the floor of the bathroom with her back against the wall and her knees pulled up toward her chest.

He can't be dead, she thought.

Alexandra didn't know what to do next. She had to find out concrete information but didn't know when that would come in.

The man didn't say that Negan was dead, she reminded herself, but then let more tears fall when she thought, who can survive getting their throat slashed. The answer was simple and Alexandra felt some type of power rise up in her. Negan can. If anyone can survive that it's Negan.

She rose to her feet, throwing water across her face in the sink and blew her nose before finally emerging into the small hallway. The memory of Negan scaring her as she left the bathroom there not all that long ago crossed through her mind and she had to force herself not to think about their more pleasant memories in order to stay sane in the moment.

Randy and Sarah entered the hallway from the front room and both of them stared at her.

"Anything else on the radio?" she asked, her voice shaking just slightly.

He shook his head. "Not much. They're coming back. We can ask..." His voice was soft and empathic. "I'm sorry Alex."

"They didn't say he was dead," Sarah reminded her.

Alexandra nodded and looked at Randy. "Can I talk to you for a second?" she knew she was about to break a rule but felt deep down she could trust her friend. She needed the support, and knew when it came to serious matters that Randy wouldn't allow her to get hurt. He was one of her only true allies in the world. If things backfired then so be it. They couldn't get much worse than right now.

"Sure." He nodded and handed Sarah a soda. "Sit tight for a sec."

Sarah complied and sat back in a chair as Randy made his way down the corridor.

Alexandra sighed, attempting to catch her breath after sobbing so hard for so long. She swallowed hard and looked at him through swollen, red eyes. He waited and she took a deep breath before finally spilling her secret. "Randy, I'm pregnant."

"What!" his eyes widened and looked over his shoulder. "Negan?"

She felt tears weld up in her eyes again and nodded. "Yeah."

"Holy... shit." Randy put a hand on his forehead.

"You are the only person..." Alexandra began to cry and he hugged her against his chest.

"Al..." He took a deep breath and rubbed her back. "Alex, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I gave you such a hard time-"

"I doesn't matter." She backed away and dried her eyes. "You're my friend. We fight. I get it. I give it back to you sometimes." She shook her head and took a deep breath before putting her hands on her hips. "Nobody else can know about this."

"I promise." Randy shook his head and put a hand up, "I'll help you."

Alexandra nodded again. "Thank you." She glanced down the hallway. "I have to know if he's alive."

...

Negan's eyes flickered open and he stared at his foreign surroundings. The room he was in was dark and damp. Where he laid was uncomfortable and every part of his body felt sore and stiff. It took a minute for his thoughts to catch up with reality and replayed the events that had occurred, noting that it all hadn't just been a vivid daydream. He went to move, but felt a restriction on his arm and tilted his head upward to see he was chained to the brick wall behind him. A pain lingered in his neck and shoulder, but he was conscious and alive.

"Negan..." Rick's scratchy voice made him turn his head.

"Rick." It hurt Negan to speak, but he tried his best not to show it. Even in restraints and at the mercy of the man beside him he wouldn't show weakness. Negan stared at the brace on Rick's leg, and then looked up to look him in the eye. "Well played." He swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a minute. When Rick didn't speak he went on. "So... what happens now?"

"Life goes on," Rick said simply. "The world goes on..."

"Yeah?" He felt he would get to a point after being purposely vague in his response.

"Yeah." He nodded and rose to his feet despite his injury. "We win, Negan. Things are going to be different... without you."

"I don't know what the fuck you're waiting for then, Rick." Negan smiled at him. "You want to draw out my death? Make me suffer." He shrugged and gave a laugh that sent a pain up his face and down through his pectoral muscles.

"I'm not going to kill you." Rick shook his head. "No... you're going to stay chained up down here... locked up in this cell until the day you die." He didn't smile as he spoke, and the two men held eye contact with one another. "You're going to die a lonely old man Negan."

Rick nodded once subtly and then turned to walk away, almost expecting Negan to rebuttle. When he didn't, he left, closing the door behind him leaving Negan alone in the basement of a building at The Hilltop.

Negan sat in the silence, staring at a small, barred window that was his only link to the outside world. He didn't shout out to Rick. He didn't fight against the restraints. He remained silent in the depths of a dying world with nothing but his thoughts.