Chapter 50

Daryl, Dwight and his men cleared the road off too quickly for my liking. In no time, Negan was back in his seat next to me and we were on our way to Alexandria once again. I wracked my brain for a conclusion on what could be happening, and the only thing I was able to surmise was that we were in deep shit. The truck that we rode in, along with the ones we followed, was armored, and I knew enough about the rest to infer that they carried more than people.

What bothered me most was that Daryl might not have any idea what was happening. I didn't think he was clueless enough to truly believe Negan would let us go out of the blue and for no good reason, but maybe he considered the beating he received a final, parting punishment. I was aware of what it had been, though, and it had nothing to do with Negan's current issue with Alexandria. It was because of me, and that was the main reason I had been so uncertain of finally giving in to my feelings for Daryl. I made him vulnerable which was exactly what I didn't want to happen.

But as these doubts enveloped my mind, a new realization came into place; one that I had been afraid of discovering considering how foreign and objectionable the origins of it had been, and it stemmed from my feelings for Negan. Lately, peculiar emotions regarding my captor had taken hold of me. They were sudden and, if I was being frank with myself, violating. I felt ashamed, unsure of who I might be becoming, but now I felt like I had a good idea of why I had been attaching myself to him, and I couldn't believe it hadn't been obvious the second it first happened. As my relationship with Daryl began decaying, Negan had swooped in and secluded me - even going so far as to trying to befriend me, and it had worked to an extent.

While he had saved my life, he was still a vulture, and I felt stupid for believing he cared for more than himself. I should've known none of what he'd said or done for me had been real. It was a ploy to control me; a way for him to get what he wanted. And if I had been any weaker, I would have given in to him. He played the game well, working on peoples' fragilities and feeding from them. He gained from their loss and he was hoping to do that with mine. Unfortunately for him, though, he had gotten nowhere with me.

I looked over at him, thoroughly hating everything that he was but feeling a tug of sentiment from somewhere within. I couldn't tell what it was or why it was there - if it was weakness or compassion, or something else altogether. Whatever it might be, it was alarming, and I steered to seize it by the throat and drown it. To plunge its rearing head deeper under the hate until it was crushed by it completely.

A flash of hazel latched onto me, catching me off guard, and I looked away quickly, startled by how enveloped I'd been watching him. I was cognizant of the smirk that grew on his face regardless of how intently I now watched the road and trees slip by. The feel of his arm circling behind my shoulders sent them rising to my ears as I tried not to make contact with him, hunching forward in my seat, but his beckoning hand pulled me back, ever the present obtruder.

He yanked me to his side, rubbing the unsought hand up and down my arm casually.

"We're almost there," he whispered to me, but it was an observation I didn't need. I was already painfully aware. "Home sweet home."

"What are you planning, Negan?" I asked one last time, hoping I'd finally receive a straight answer.

"Restitution" was his only reply, and he placed a feathered kiss on my temple.

My heart skipped, an erratic beat to match the vacillating shadows flickering past us. Negan must've felt my body tense because the edged silence was nicked by his low, raspy laugh. He brushed the hair back from my forehead, deflecting the stitches that still held a part of it together, and pulled my head back, pointing to the top of the gates as we arrived at Alexandria.

Rick was there, an assault rifle strapped to his shoulder, along with Carl, Gabriel, and so many others. They stood above the walls with guns in their hands, and the sight of Rick prepared, an impassioned strain in the way his arm reached back to sling the rifle forward, was more of an answer to what was happening here than any words Negan had been generous enough to offer me the last passing hours. I gasped in fright, the reality of the situation we were finally in terribly excessive to me.

"Fat Sloppy Joey," Negan leaned to speak to the driver, "head on out and get our men situated around that gate. Make sure Daryl is in a nice open spot so Rick can see him clearly. Put him on his knees."

"Yes, sir," Joey said and turned off the truck engine before hopping out. I could hear his voice shouting out demands as he stalked to the rest of the vehicles that were parked in front of ours.

"That there," Negan said and trained his index finger on Rick, "is what we're here for. Look at that self-deluded fuck up there thinking he knows shit. All of that is no good to me. It's no fucking good for anybody, so I'm gonna take whatever miniscule amount of power Prick thinks he fucking has and grind it into dust under my goddamn fucking shoe. And you," he yanked my chin to gaze intently into my eyes, "you're here to help me."

"No," I stated with certainty. I wasn't going to help him do shit.

Negan's disposition turned more caustic, my words causing him to laugh bitterly, but an enraged growl roared out of him as he grabbed the base of my neck and slammed me on my back onto the seat. I was petrified, not sure how to react as I brought my hands up automatically to defend myself, pushing his towering form away from me. I flailed my arms, aiming to hit as much of him as I could when he caught them, restraining me. It was like looking death in the face as I gazed wide-eyed up at him.

"I wanted…so much to believe that you were finally on my side," he said and closed his eyes, clenching his jaw as if in restraint. "After all the bullshit you spun around me, all those empty fucking assurances you made, you almost had me fucking trusting you. Almost!"

Negan moved a hand to my hair and twisted the roots painfully as he held my head back. I whimpered at the pain and kicked my feet against his legs, using my now free, but still damaged hand to bat at his shoulder.

"I told you I wasn't weak. Now I'm gonna prove it." He suddenly let me go, sitting up-right in his seat and smoothing back his hair. He flashed a dazzling smile down at me. "Surprise."

I lay on the bench seat, staring at the cabin ceiling in a trance as Negan opened the passenger door and got out. I was shaking, trying to wake myself from this very apparent nightmare, but nothing was changing.

"Come on, Everly. We don't want to keep a dead man waiting."

I covered my face with my hands, stifling the scream that amplified in my chest. A cold sweat broke out on my brow as I tried to think of anything, but I didn't know what to do; didn't know how to salvage this irreversible situation. But then a thought occurred to me.

They have guns.

And I sat up to look back at a people I trusted with my life standing atop the watch-post, rifles poised at their shoulders. My wandering scrutiny spotted several others on rooftops and by windows, their guns and weapons at the ready, and hope vibrated through me. Maybe this had been part of the plan and there had been no time for me to prepare. Dwight obviously was in contact with Alexandria. Perhaps this all had been orchestrated, just like the fallen trees.

Negan's impatient hand encompassed my collar and forcibly escorted me out of the truck onto my unstable feet. I stumbled by his side but never fell from his clutches as he walked forward to join the surrounding armed men and women at the outside of Alexandria's gate. Daryl was there, forced on his knees as two Saviors pushed down on his shoulders to hold him in place. He turned his head to see me and struggled to stand as Negan and I came to a halt at the head of the group. Silently, I shook my head, beckoning him to stop, and with much effort, he did.

"Rick!" Negan opened up his free arm to the man, Lucille dangling in his hand. "If it isn't my dear, old pal Rick the stupid fucking Prick who doesn't know shit and may never know shit if he and his people don't drop their fucking weapons and open their motherfucking gate for me."

Rick's fingers tightened on his gun as he gazed down at us, fixing Daryl and me with long, sympathetic stares. He inhaled deeply and squared his shoulders as he looked away from us, ashamed, but in the next second he was dour again, boring Negan with a grievous glare.

Negan shrugged and dropped his arm, a soft chuckle passing through his smiling lips as he realized Rick wasn't going to give in to him so easily. He tugged me malignly into his side, my neck cinched in the crook of his elbow as his hand still crushed the fabric of my shirt.

"Can you believe this dipshit?" He spoke into my hair. "He doesn't give two fucks about either of you. And you're on his fucking side? That really fucking disappoints me, Everly."

I held his forearm, tempted to yank it away from me and scream at Rick to shoot him, but Daryl was still hunched over and bound a few feet behind me. Whatever actions I chose to make, it would directly affect him, too. I couldn't risk the chance of him getting hurt, or worse, killed.

"Alright, Rick!" Negan bellowed, piercing my eardrum. "I'm going to make this real fucking simple for you. You either open your door to me or I take one of these lovely people, Daryl or Everly, and make them into an ornament for it. And I'll have you know that I make dead people look real good on a wall. Maybe when all this dumb shit blows over I can show you mine."

Rick stayed unresponsive and held his ground; yet I could see his finger twitching above the trigger.

"No?" Negan continued. "Are you seriously going to make me blow a hole through your gate just so I can come inside? It seems to me, Rick, that you've outgrown your big boy britches and I'm gonna have to daddy-up on you, you fucking animal. I've got to teach you another fucking lesson on who the real boss is here. And all that shit I see, those guns, I want them. I want every last bit of weapons and ammo you managed to scrape up, and then I want one person of your choosing for Lucille."

The lady of topic was thrust into the air and her wires reflected the afternoon light; a glinting omen.

"I'm going to take any damn thing I want and you're going to hand it over to me on a silver fucking platter or I will kill everyone you know and love while you watch. And just in case you're not taking me seriously, I can start with this one right here."

The ground sent wavelengths of pain into my knees and up my thighs as Negan shoved me to the ground. I grimaced at the impact, bracing myself on the hand that gripped the junction of my neck and shoulder fearfully.

"Let her go or I'll blow your fucking head off!" Carl yelled in fervor and aimed his rifle at Negan. I heard the metallic clang of the Saviors' guns as they aimed back.

"Damn, son!" Negan responded joyously. "The one-eyed boy wonder still has got bigger balls than you, Rick, and they only dropped fucking yesterday! Those danglers must be some gigantic brass knockers! I'm surprised he can get around as quickly as he-"

"Negan, let them go," Rick interrupted loudly, bypassing Carl as he blocked him from the Saviors. "Daryl and Everly are not a part of this. They've been your prisoners. Don't punish them for something beyond their control…" he sighed, the previous anger draining from him. "It doesn't have to be this way. We can learn to co-exist but we can't do it when you've got us trapped under your shoe. Look at us. It can't work this way. Just leave Daryl and Everly, you all get back into your trucks, and go home. This all can end peacefully if you let it."

"You know what, Rick? You're abso-fucking-lutely right." Negan snickered. "It doesn't have to be this way, but there you stand with an assault rifle in your hands, and pardon me, but that seems like a mighty fucking loaded way to negotiate peace terms. If it wasn't enough for me to think you had shit for brains after learning about this bullshit you had planned, asking – no – demanding that I hand over two of my people to you and then leaving peacefully is a dead fucking giveaway."

Rick's jaw tightened as he dropped the pardoning act. "Leave them, get in your trucks, and drive back home. Forget we ever existed, and maybe I won't come after you. Maybe…I'll let you live."

"Hot damn!" Negan stomped and I flinched from his boot. "Only a Prick who thinks he knows shit would say something a god-awfully stupid as that."

There was a pause where no one said a word and the only sound was the wind as it stirred through the trees and birds chittered noisily in the distance.

"Okay, Rick. You win this time." Negan sighed as he pulled me to my feet and grabbed hold of my waist. "We'll just mosey on back to our trucks and fuck off back home. Carry on as you were."

Negan twirled Lucille in the air as he turned us around and walked me back towards our truck, his soldiers following. Confused, I gazed at him and saw the signature shit-eating grin on his face, and I desperately looked for Daryl, only relaxing when I saw him being forced forward with the crowd.

"I said leave them!" Rick's voice began to fade as he called after us.

"Can't hear you, Rick!" Negan responded over his shoulder, walking me away faster. "In fact, I don't think you, I, or anyone else will be hearing for a while after this!"

"Run!" A scream of terror hit my ears.

"What-?" I asked, trying to get loose from Negan's hold to look back but he thrust me to the side against a truck, covering my body with his own as an explosion rocked the air.

As time slowed, I lifted my head from Negan's chest and gazed over his shoulder, my hope for a possible victory deflating once and for all. The Saviors were no longer on the road but huddled behind multiple vehicles, Daryl blessedly among them. One man kneeled in the middle of the street further ahead of us, an RPG slung over one shoulder, and the man who'd driven us here, Joey, ran to place another grenade inside of the muzzle as I watched in horror.

"In case you were wondering," Negan breathed heavily in my ear as I watched Alexandria's gate teetered inward, aflame, "that isn't a rocket in my pocket. It's my hard as a fuck cock."

He pulled away and sauntered forward to admire the destruction and shouted, "You want to get fucked again, Rick?"

When no answer came, Negan gave a signal and the whir of a launching warhead obeyed. I braced myself for the impact, covering my ears as I ducked down and quickly shut my eyes. The boom of the second hit wasn't as startling but it left me just as sick. Once the atmosphere calmed, I braved a look at the gates as Saviors rushed through the stunted silence and past the dismantled borders. Soon after, chaos ensued. Gunfire, screams, it all filled my head with an incessant buzzing and no matter how hard I pressed my hands to my ears, I couldn't drown it out.

It wasn't long before I felt Negan's hand on mine, pulling me along with him as we strode toward the burning mess that used to be my home. He ushered me past the mangled gate, gingerly guiding me after him with a soft, easy smile; his hand holding mine possessively. I scanned the town hurriedly, watching the Saviors strip everyone of their weapons and damning everything in this world at the sight of motionless bodies scattered over the yards, but a sick sense of relief coursed through my veins with the less faces I recognized. We trekked over scorched asphalt and grass into a little overgrown lot where Rick and Carl knelt while the rest of who was left huddled together at the edge, guns aimed to their backs or heads as they watched timidly.

Negan let me go at the curb and pulled a gun from his back. In one swift movement, he aimed it at the center of Tobin's forehead and pulled the trigger. The man fell flat, gasps and screams displacing the blast from the gun, and the laughter of the crazed man who pulled the trigger followed suit. A mirthful gaze settled on Rick as the gun was holstered and Lucille took its place.

"It sucks, don't it? When you think you've got your shit squared away, but then here comes the bastard we call life who's been stalking you from the edge of the bush to bite a nasty fucking chunk out of your ass when you least expect it." Negan leaned back in self-satisfaction. "Shit's tough, man. But hey! We're all in this together. You just happen to be the bitch in this scenario while I'm the bastard, and I am nowhere near fucking satisfied. In fact, I am goddamned starving."

Negan took a moment to scowl at the broken man at his feet, shifting Lucille in his hand restlessly. He twirled her around, kicking the long green wisps of grass as he paced back and forth silently, the dread building up to a crescendo. Finally, Negan stopped and donned a smirk again, sighing contentedly as he came to a stop in front of the kneeling men.

"Aw shit, Rick. I'm getting too used to seeing you on your knees, and the sight isn't even worth it since you aren't exactly my type...but blow me. I thought we were past all of this shit. I thought I could spare an ounce of trust for you, but you've gone and fucked that right in the ass. Yes, sir. And look at what you're making me have to do again." The smile began to drop. "You got all your friends' asses sticking straight up in the air - the ones who are still alive anyway - and I'm right behind them with a barbed, wooden dick in my hands just aching for some action. Was the first time not good enough for you? Do you really want to see more of your people suffer because you don't know how to stop when I'm already elbow-deep down your throat?"

Negan threw his hands up, a look of exasperation overcoming him. I glanced around at all my friends, my family, as they stood there scared, tired, and defeated. It wasn't enough for Negan to have already raided our home and kill more of our people, but he had to run his mouth as a way to rub it in too; the figurative salt in the wound. I ground my teeth together as his torturous monologue continued.

"I tried making this easy for you, Rick. I truly did, but you've tested my limits, and I gotta pull the handbrake real hard on the bullshit now before it goes beyond even my control. You've already lost yours… So, who's it gonna be now?"

My eyes widened at that, my jaw slacking as I came to terms with what he was suggesting. He wasn't done murdering yet.

"Will it be that braniac Slayer fan you've got, Mr. On-the-Spectrum over there?" Negan jabbed Lucille at a tremoring Euegene. "Or what about that large woman you have in charge of the town pantry? Olivia, is it? I know she's gotta be eating you guys out of a case of some canned goods on the daily. I'd be doing you a goddamn favor if I did her. No… How about your woman, Rick? Or your boy? Your baby girl?"

"You wouldn't fucking dare!" Rick raged, spit dribbling from his lips.

Negan laughed, surprised. "Oh, shit, a reaction! Keep those brass balls in your fucking pants, Rick. I didn't ask for any motherfucking outbursts. You know what happens if you can't rein those little girl emotions in…" Lucille danced in the air once more. "Nah, you're right. I wouldn't murder your baby girl. Even some shit's too fucking far for me, but just like last time, I gotta pick someone. So, who's it gonna be, Rick? Who's the lucky guy or gal that I get to pull out of line for some tender loving care with my special lady?"

Negan stroked the end of his bat, a giant grin splitting him from ear-to-ear as his hand worked it up and down lewdly.

Rick swallowed roughly, tears freely rolling down his face as he shook in rage or terror, I couldn't tell. He looked just the same as he did the first night we were cornered by Negan, shell-shocked and terrified. I closed my eyes briefly, hating to see to that look on his face, and glanced at Daryl. He watched silently surrounded by Saviors as his eyes flitted from me to Rick to Negan and back to me again, conflicted.

Negan sniffed loudly, gaining my attention once more, and looked around at the all of the people watching him as he rubbed his chin with a short laugh. He brought Lucille down to whack his gloved hand and the snap of barbed wood hitting leather spiked Rick's focus.

"Don't make me choose for you," Negan said softly. "You're not gonna like who I pick."

"No one else has to die," Rick began to beg.

"Oh, but you see Ricky boy, they sure as fuck do! You don't call the shots on this fucking express train to hell. I do! So! One last time!" Negan squatted in front of Rick, matching his eye level. "Who the fuck is it going to be? And you better give me some goddamned names and point the motherfuckers out because pretty soon you won't have any hands either. Yep. I'm gonna fucking take those, too."

"You." Rick shook with pure hatred.

A sneer stained Negan's sharp features, a stagnant but fizzing tension thickening in the air between the two headstrong men. Negan nodded, a short-lived lift of the corner of his mouth the only indication that he'd come to a decision on his own, and abruptly stood up.

"Alright, Rick. You've forced my hand." He yanked Carl by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to the curb near me.

"No!" Rick's yell was immediate, and Simon plus a Savior had to rush him before he could reach his son.

I was feeling faint with how fast blood was coursing through my body as I watched Rick struggle with the men who held him, each of their arms hooked under his to pin them back. The crowd began to sob, and we watched Negan position Lucille over Carl's head that laid flat on the pavement with his eyes squeezed shut.

Negan looked at Rick one last time. "Tonight, when you're lying wide awake and you can't scratch the hairy patch of skin where your balls should be because, dog gonnit, you've got no fucking hands, I want you to think about this and know that it was all because of you."

Lucille reared back past Negan's shoulders, ready to swing down with his heaviness onto Carl's head, and a scream burst forth from my chest without me summoning it.

"Negan!"

It pierced the air, desperate but demanding. He stopped mid-swing, his head turning to me as I stepped forward. "Don't."

"I'm sorry?" Negan asked, baffled and annoyed.

"I'll marry you. I'll do it if no one else dies."

Negan stopped at this, shocked, and I didn't risk a look at Daryl; I was too afraid.

"No!" Rosita yelled as she slipped from the crowd. "Everly, don't be a fucking idiot."

"Hey!" Negan barked and pointed Lucille at her in warning. When she backed up a step he turned and strode up to me. "You better fucking mean this because it won't be superficial, darlin'. I want all of you."

"I said I'll fucking do it!" I screamed at him, beside myself in grief, and Negan scowled.

"Goddammit!" He stomped back over to Carl to slam Lucille down right next to his head.

People cried out, but Negan released a long chuckle from deep in his chest as he straightened back up.

"I really fucking wanted to bash some motherfucking skulls in, but fuck me!" He threw out his arms and gazed gleefully at Daryl. "I think I just got something better."

Daryl surged forward but he was swiftly subdued by multiple men, and I covered my mouth as a sob wracked me. Negan casually combed back his hair with his fingers, watching him fight vainly before turning to Carl who had risen shakily to his knees. "How many pieces are you gonna have left when this is all over, kid?"

"More than you." Carl glared back, and Negan laughed heartily.

"Goddamn, kid. I can't believe I almost just killed you." He glanced over at Daryl again, an easy smile fitting on his face. "Daryl! How ya doin', buddy? Feeling like a worthless sack of shit yet? Hey, I just wanna say, no hard feelings. I know this must be hard for you, and I hate to say that I told you so, but…I guess I get the girl after all, huh?"

The scrambling man growled, rising up and throwing the men off of him in a fit of pure rage. I gasped as he rushed at Negan once more, but several Saviors tackled him back to the ground. Negan graced him with a wink and sauntered over to me, wrapping an arm lovingly around my waist and kissed my lips as he wiped the tears from my cheeks.

Daryl went weak at the sight and the Saviors pinned him down, hopeless.

"Let her go, man," Dwight pleaded, the crossbow aimed at his neck.

"No!" Daryl screamed in despair.

"I'm sorry." I wept for him and squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to erase the image of him crushed and despondent from my memory.

"Everly, you don't-" Rick began, his voice rising above the fray, but Negan swiftly pivoted and pointed Lucille at him.

"Shut up!" He scowled madly as he let me go. "Everly just saved your kid's ass in the eleventh hour. Don't diminish the significance of it by telling her she didn't have to. She's made the decision, not you! You should be fucking thanking her while you're on your goddamn knees, groveling like a dog! You," he laughed and jabbed Lucille in the air at him. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, Rick. We're not quite finished here yet. I still gotta collect my debt. Everly was a big chunk of it, but there's still a tiny piece that's missing."

I called after him as he left me to stomp back over to Rick, but like my pleas for Daryl earlier in the day, he ignored me. Negan yanked the downtrodden man up to his feet, and I screamed at him to stop again but to no avail. Instead, he slammed Rick down onto the pavement by his son, kicking out his bracing arms out from under him. The former officer feel face-first to the pavement and Negan pulled his arms out in front his head, palms down.

"Here's me collecting what's left."

Lucille rose in the air, quick as a snake, and struck Rick's left hand once, twice. She rose again and her biting barbs mangled his right hand, leaving his fingers torn and askew. Rick sobbed silently, only crying out once with the first hit, and his breath caught in his throat as he examined the ruin. He tried to get up to his knees, his boots scrambling for purchase, but couldn't, and Negan squatted down by him, leaning on Lucille for support.

"You're a real piece a shit, Rick. A regular turd stuck under my shoe no matter how many fucking times I try to scrape you off in the dirt. This is far from over, but my new fiancée just bought you some time. Take it," Negan sneered, his anger apparent as he held it back by a thread, "and decide how you want to use it because if you keep this motherfucking infantile garbage up, it won't last."

And he stood, his final point a defiling forewarning for the broken man left squirming on the road.


Edited by lolasskicker.

I feel like I may have been a little too excited for this chapter in that I set you guys up for something HUGE. I'm not sure what you guys were expecting. It's possible this was along that expectation, but there are times when I tend to overreact and it takes a bit of time for me to cool my jets and reflect (*cough* fake Negan season 8 promo video *cough*)... In other words, I'm a bit self-conscious this didn't live up to the hype now that my initial enthusiasm has diminished, haha. But I am excitable! Whenever I make a Sim character of myself, I choose that as one of my traits, lmao.

Anyway, I wanted to bring up some other points that have been on my mind:

A) Gregory. I've really turned him into a snake but not without cause. He has shown his true colors a bit in season 7. I'm just anteing them up a bit in my story. I bet some new light will be shed on his character this upcoming season, for sure.

B) I haven't forgotten about Dr. Carson. I've put him on the back burner for now as I wanted to bring that storyline back in at a later date, but he'll get his reckoning from Negan soon enough (and some other events will unfold from that too).

Finally, C) I know that I am rather fickle with my writing in that I tend to change my mind often. For example, I originally planned for this to not be a romance, and while it still isn't my focus, I've definitely added that dynamic. Also, I had planned to stick to the tv/comic storyline almost to a T(tee, whatever), but after a while I felt like that was a cop out and rather lazy of me. Sure, I'm still going with that flow, but I've certainly shifted it around a bit and added in my own flavor. If I could rewrite the first two chapters, I would (and really, I can, but it seems too late now).

In conclusion, thanks for sticking with me. I feel like I get so jumbled up with my thought process that my story also reads that way. This is my first fanfic in a looooong time, and I'm glad it has done as well as it has. I owe it all to you guys and my beta. She's really helped me with my writing, and I've learned a lot from her. Your reviews and comments have been helpful as well. Whether you've brought up perspectives I never noticed before or just complimented me in some way, it all lead me in a direction that I feel molded my story into what it is today.

Welp, I think I've rambled enough now. Have a great week, peeps, and stay safe. With the way this world is turning, that's most important to me.

P.S. Blue Moon, holy shit, NEVERLY!? That literally made me laugh out loud with how ridiculous it is (not a very promising match-up when the root word is 'never'.). You're right. It doesn't sound right but it just rolls off the tongue so well, haha. It's like a word that you think is real but it isn't, so you use it until someone stops you and asks you what the hell you're talking about. And you look it up to prove them wrong only to realize, "Shit. I'm a fucking moron." lmao Daryly and Everyl made me giggle, too. If I had to choose one, I'd go with Everyl 'cause it sounds like a name some young, edgy parents would come up with to be original. Kinda like Negan, haha.

Omg, you guys keep me entertained!