XVI.
"Welcome to your new home!" the sick bastard exclaimed, raising his empty hand in the air to indicate the towering building that covered the landscape behind him over the horizon , a huge, metallic dark grey bulk against the dark sky. Yet what twisted her insides wasn't the monstrous building itself but what lay just outside its fences.
She'd known of walkers chained outside the fence, of course, she'd heard it from Rick after he'd made a recon with Daryl months ago when Dwight and Cherry had come first—her thoughts stopped, realizing Negan would never find out about them. If he'd learned they had two of their old residents, Dwight and Cherry would've ended up back here and possibly punished as well.
She was going to need to spin a story how they'd discovered about them. From one of the other vehicles, her eyes picked up the doctor, and her old furry found her again… It was his fault! All of this…all of this was his fault. He'd possibly done it for his brother, but he should've come to them. They would've dealt with it, they would've found a way. They weren't going to kill all Saviors inside the building. But it was too late now.
They were here, and there was no point in stressing over the spilled milk.
Her eyes drew back at the dark grey intimidating building and she swallowed, what she'd talked with Beth on the road coming at her again—the possibilities…she'd said she was ready—but—was she—was she really ready? When her-Rick's babies inside her? Even the thought of it almost made her vomit again...her resolves shaking.
She wished to be back at her home where she belonged… with Rick, and with Carl and Judith. Her babies didn't belong here. She didn't belong here. She was tired of this… trying to survive. She was so damn tired of it. She just wanted to be Amanda Grimes, and live with her family. She shook her head mentally. No. She should stop whining now. She couldn't lower her guard. This was where she was now and if she wanted to get back where she belonged, she couldn't do it whining, crying, bemoaning. Her eyes skipped at Beth, and Amanda looked at her friend. She was going to get them out of here. She didn't know how yet, but she was going to find a way.
Beth—Beth—she wasn't like her, Amanda always knew. She could do anything to get back to home, but Beth couldn't. She simply couldn't, so Amanda had to protect her too. Beth was the little sister that she'd never had. She couldn't let these people hurt her in a way, she simply couldn't. She had to find a way.
She needed to compartmentalize herself, divide herself in two halves—the part who just wanted to be Amanda Grimes, the woman who just wanted to make cookies, take care of her baby, play with Carl, and be with Rick…just be with him, but unfortunately it'd do her no good right now. She needed the other her, the cunning, devious sharp part of her—the part that was good with politics, the woman who had a knack for manipulations and schemes. She wanted to be Amanda Grimes a mix of both, a wife, a mother, and…a leader too, just like Rick, she fully understood it now, but here in the Sanctuary, she was going to need that sly bitch more than any time. She was going to get back to her family, get back her babies to safety. Nothing was more important than that. Nothing.
Negan's men came from the front side of the jeep and started lowering the metal lid of the metal cage at the backside, and grabbing their arms, they pulled them down.
Amanda leaped too as they pulled down, and swayed at her feet, her eyes still fixated at the metallic building. It was a war she was going into, and she was going to win. She swore to herself.
First, though, they needed some protection, and getting protection in situations like these was quite simple. Make yourself useful. She was already useful to Negan as a hostage, but being a pretty bargaining chip wasn't working with her. She needed something else.
As they moved them inside the gates, her stomach twisted—the scenes—the smells, all of it turning it upside down, bile rising in her throat. She halted on her steps, and before she could stop herself, she started throwing up, bending down.
Way to go to start her battle plans… Beth held her across her back, catching her hair over her shoulders, "Please, someone give her water—" she called out above her as Amanda continued emptying her already empty stomach, feeling the stares on her back.
She was fucking hating it!
She straightened back after she was finished, her head spinning, and ran the back of her tied hands across her forehead to wipe off her sweat. Then slowly, Negan walked to her, a bottle of water in his free hand. The other was still holding his damn bat, and the sight of it almost made her hurl up again. She raised her hands up a little when he stopped in front of them, asking for water. But he didn't give it to her.
Instead he handed his bat to one of his lieutenants, took out his knife from his back and catching her tied hands, he started cutting her bounds over her wrists. "You good, doll?" he asked her, letting go her hands, and briskly she nodded, taking the bottle from his other hand.
He nodded back, switching a look at both of them, "Let's get you inside, sweat pies."
She almost rolled her eyes, drinking from the bottle, and closed it after she was done. "We have names, you know."
His lips cracked up into a little smile, "I know—"
Amanda didn't say anything else. She wondered where they were taking them as they started walking in the compound, separate cells, or rooms, or—something else…? Cherry had said there was a strict hierarchy inside—workers, clerks, soldiers, and his lieutenants, and there were also prisoners—many prisoners—some of them also ending up at the fences. Even in death, you serve Negan, the woman had said.
Amanda forced the words away from her mind. The building used to be a factory, a massive factory possibly for a heavy industry branch. There were much equipment around, manual and automatic, and they had electric as well, interiors were dimly lighted, but there was energy. They had generators and fuel tanks, the ones like Dwight and Cherry had tried to find out…and she saw military equipment and gears, too, with guns… though, she was really not surprised of it anymore.
And they had people! Everywhere there were people. She could understand now better why Dwight had thought Daryl had been with them when they had met in the woods. The sanctuary was crowded. Hell, she had never seen this much of people together in one place after the turn.
There was a constant buzz in the heights of the tall spacious cavern-like hall—the first floor, and she could see they had five other tiers as well. The sounds of the crowd were a mix of industry and agriculture as well—the hall had divided into spaces—each for different purpose. At the first look she saw a woman making dough as across from her, at another corner, a soldier was cleaning guns. Outside the yard, there were gardens…all green and dirt. As they walked, despair was slowly rising out of her, she could almost feel a bleak blackness reaching at her—so many people, so many posts…
She shook her head. She couldn't give in. They could not. They needed to get back. To their families. Where they belonged.
Beside her, a tremble passed through Beth too, Amanda touched at her hand in the way Rick did to her—her fingertips gently brushing over hers, making the younger woman know she was here. They were together in this.
Leaving the living quarters, they entered into a long narrow corridor, lined up with doors at sides, walls dark beige and grey. And each door had a padlock outside. Well, her question where they would sleep had been answered.
They stopped in front of a grey metallic door, and Negan opened the door, two of his men standing at guard behind him. "You first, blondie—" He nodded at Beth, and then Amanda knew. They were being separated. Beth walked in the room, glancing at her before she did, and Amanda felt her chest seizing as they locked her in, the sound of the key reverberating in her insides.
They then brought her to the cell next to it. At least, they were closer to each other, she thought trying to look on the full-side of the glass. She knew where Beth was, and it was better than alternative. She stepped into small, grey room, and before they locked the door on her, too, she turned around, and asked bluntly, "Can we talk for a minute?" Her eyes darted at his company, that taciturn woman and another man she hadn't caught his name, "Alone."
Negan arched an eyebrow, "You want to talk with me in private?" and almost cooed suggestively.
Amanda forced her lips into a thin line, and raised her hands, "You can tie me again if you're afraid I'd attack."
The sick bastard let out a bark of laughter, throwing his head back, "You got a bold sense of humor…" then lifting his head up, his eyes found hers, "I like that in a woman."
Amanda blankly stared at him, nausea hitting at her again. He was disgusting… just disgusting. His laughter suddenly stopping, he motioned at Arat with his head, "Tie her."
For god's sake…she exclaimed inside as the other woman walked to her hastily and grabbed her hands. When she was done, Negan titled his head again, "Leave us alone."
Then he turned at her and waited. In the room—in the cell, there was only a bed with a thin mattress, and she couldn't even see a toilet. She guessed it used to be a dormitory for the factory's workers, but then turned into a cell under Negan's regime… her eyes caught a metallic glint at a corner across the bed, and her eyes skipping at it, she saw a metallic pot.
Her chest tightened again.
They—they needed to get out of here. They needed to. She sat on the bed, resting her tied hands over her lap and lifted her head to look at him. "You said if we please you, you reward us—" she said directly, barging on, "You let Rick say goodbye to me because he knelt. Tell me how we could do that?"
The man snickered, "Well, you could always be my wife but I'm…a bit scared if you'd try to slit my throat in sleep." She gave an incredulous look at him. "I heard what you told Gregory," he explained further in her silence.
She shook her head, "I never plot a leader's demise before I make sure who's coming next," she assured him, wondering if he'd caught the hidden meaning of her words. One of the main reasons she'd abided Dawn that long was because if the woman had stepped down, Gorman would've come in her place. After Beth had managed to kill Dawn with Joan things had changed. But even then they still had needed to deal with O'Donnell first. No. You couldn't just go and murder a leader before making sure of ripple effects. Sometimes the power vacuum left behind after the leader's death would self-destroy the community like a black hole, but sometimes it'd just turn worse.
The man gave her a long look, and remarked, "Why do you want to be rewarded?"
"I want your protection—" she said simply, "I want to be sure no one would try something tonight."
"Do you think some might?"
She shrugged, "It's a big place, a big, crowded place." Then her eyes found his, and taking the risk, she pressed further, "You can't know what everyone's up to…"
"You missed the memo, didn't you?" the man bit back, his eyes turning sterner, "I am at everywhere."
"Forgive my confusion… You see, I was drugged, but I happen to remember you being surprised to see Hilltop destructed." She stared at him, then decided to cut the bullshit, hoping to god she wouldn't get—punished… "I know what was really about tonight, Negan. I'm not blind. The lesson you wanted to teach isn't only for us." She paused, waiting for him to say something, but he didn't, so she went on, she couldn't stop now—she had tossed the dice… "It was also for your own people—to remind them what happens if they disappoint you, too."
In silence, leaning against his bat at the ground, the psychopath was looking at her, openly and questioning, so Amanda offered, "I can help you."
"How?" he asked.
"Rick—Rick managed to rally people against you in a matter of few days. He lost today, but soon the talks will start. And I'm his wife—his pregnant wife. Imagine how it'd look like if I start working for you. Willingly," she added the last part, and she saw in his eyes he was mulling the idea—and one of those sick smiles slowly appeared over his lips.
"Wow! You're some cold-hearted bitch!" the man cried out, amused, "Imagine how your poor hubby would feel like seeing you beside me."
The words struck her worse than any slap would've, but Amanda didn't let her guard down. No. Rick was going to deal with it, just as she was going to need to. She couldn't sit in this rattrap under locks, being a pretty bargaining chip, all the while wondering if they would be raped, or tortured, or something else… All of her childhood had exactly passed like that, and prepared or not, Amanda wasn't looking forward to returning to those days. The only thing she knew for sure was that they wouldn't kill them—wouldn't let go their leverage like that, but for everything else was a wild bet.
And there was Beth, too. She had to protect Beth.
"He'll learn to live it," so she said, almost truthfully. They both were going to learn to live it. Even looking at the sick bastard was making her stomach heave, but she was going to do what she must. She looked at him, and gave him a small smirk, "He's adaptable."
Negan laughed at her remark, "So you are."
And yes, she was. Adaptation had been always one of her best skills. "A couple of months ago, Rick was telling me about this guy," she continued, "The first real tyrant in the history of mankind…" she said, her eyes on his, "He ended up getting stabbed at his back twenty-three times…His last words were…Et tu, Brute? You must've heard the story. It's a pretty famous one."
And yes, he had, too. She wondered for a second if she was pushing too much, but well, she was already miles away from her safe zone, and sometimes even though she fucking hated it, you just had to take the risk. If he wanted to keep this up, she could do it whole night. She hadn't even started yet how Dawn had killed her own superior to take the command, or how they'd killed Dawn to take back the command… "Your people are slipping away," she said instead, and repeated, "I can help you with that."
"How?" the man asked again.
"I'm very good at politics," she answered, "I can dig out your little…nuisances."
"What do you want in return?"
"Like I said—" she countered fast, "Your protection. The real thing. You'll make sure we—both of us are not to be touched by anyone. And I want to be treated like a guest—not like a damn prisoner." She raised her hands, showing him her bounds, "And—" she finished for the last, "I want fifteen minutes alone with Rick when you go to Alexandria. No guards, no chaperones, only us. Fifteen minutes."
She had to take those minutes. She had to explain Rick herself. She might be a bitch, but she wasn't a cold-hearted one. Rick was going to learn to live with it, yes, but he wasn't going to learn it from Negan or someone else. Amanda would never do it to him.
There were also her vitamins and folic acid she needed to get for her babies, but she was going to deal with them later. She couldn't take everything at one-go. She had to prioritize and getting out of this rathole and seeing Rick alone were her first priority.
"Five," Negan started bargaining.
"Ten," she said back quickly. She had never believed he would've given them a quarter anyway. She could've counted herself lucky if she managed to get ten minutes. But Negan shook his head again and pointed his bat at her.
"Five."
"Eight."
"Five minutes."
She let out a big breath, "Fine," she bit off, "Five minutes."
"All right, then, doll—you got yourself a new job—" he cried out, and laughed, "Today is really the career day."
She stood up as he walked towards her, and taking his knife, he cut her bounds again. "First thing. We're going to move you up to my apartments with my wives."
She snapped her eyes at him, and her lips clenched, "I said we're not to be touched by anyone," she snarled. If he thought she was going to sleep with him—
But with another amused laughter, the man laughed at her, "Doll, I've never needed to force myself onto anyone. You see, women get in line to please me."
She barely held a snort inside her. Wives… She'd heard about them from Cherry, women being coerced or exploited…like how she'd exploited Joan… She shook her head mentally. She shouldn't get into that right now. Her objective was simple. Get back to home—where she belonged…with her family.
"My apartments are the safest place here. So, you could be safe and treated like guests," he explained, "Isn't that what you wanted?" he asked.
Not really. If they slept together with her wives, everyone was also going to assume that he was going to sleep with them as well, and she didn't want that, either—goddammit! She already started hating it!
She gave herself another mental shake—no. She was going to do whatever she must. Being his hostage also meant being inside, and if she was really inside… inside his inner circle, then she would get better advantage too. She had to play smart. Her babies were growing inside her. She had to keep them safe and couldn't do it in this rathole. She shouldn't even be here as they grew inside her… She should be with Rick, feel their first kicks together, in their own bed—laying together in each other's arms as they tried to feel it…feel them inside her moving…Rick talking to their babies like he'd done the day they'd found she was pregnant.
Tears almost rose out of her again, but the sudden vision straightened her resolves further. She was going to get back. She could do everything for that.
# # #
In the dimly lighted room, Beth was trembling with silent tears.
Lying down on the mattress, she thought herself she'd done the right thing—Maggie—she couldn't have let them take her—not after what had happened to her, she knew what her husband had meant for her sister, knew it better than anyone. Seeing her there, at Glenn's beaten body had vanished off all of her old bitter feelings. No. Maggie had to be with her family's caring arms, had to be taken cared of.
She hated being here—fear was almost sticky in her mouth, but as she thought Maggie being there in her stead, Beth knew she'd done the right thing. If their position was reserved, if it'd been Daryl—
She stopped the thought—couldn't even manage to complete it.
Her tears fastened worse… Amanda was right. They had to be prepared. She hated to think her friend—her pregnant friend in this position as well, and if she could've helped it, she would've made her back at home too. This…cell was no place for a pregnant woman with twins. But she couldn't help it.
She couldn't even know how they would protect themselves.
And all of this had started reminding her of Grady.
She shook her head with resolution. She—she had escaped Grady. She could do it again. Amanda had said these people were worse, and they were, but they could do it together. Amanda couldn't sit down and wait something bad simply happen to them.
Beth knew the woman better than that. Despite of her bleak, matter of facts words, Beth knew the prospect still frightened her. Amanda always put a brave façade, but in deep down she got a soft heart. It was wrong. They couldn't let it happen. She imagined Gorman's hands over her body—the nausea she had felt having his sweaty palms across her skin, and the fear, the stark, naked fear…
Amanda's words had disturbed her greatly. She wondered if that was how the older woman's childhood had really passed—waiting something bad happen to you, listening to footsteps outside. Beth trembled again—her shivers running down along her spine.
She'd done the right thing, she told herself again,
Then outside of her door, she heard footsteps.
Her body tensed, her heart galloping at her throat—her cries suddenly stopping, and she wished to have her scissor, wanted to feel the cold touch of the metal. They'd found it on her sleeve where she always kept hidden—her own secret protection and taken it away. She felt almost naked without it.
Her eyes wandered around to see what she could use for a weapon, like she had done before but there was nothing in the cell, nothing at all. She closed her eyes, praying silently—without any word—she still had no words left to her, but only one, please let us be safe…
Please let us be safe—
And the door opened as her eyes did and at the doorsteps she saw—Amanda.
She let a ragged breath out, her body almost slumping back to the bed—but she saw then two other men flanking her at both sides and that woman—Arat standing a few feet beside them.
The woman took a step forth at the threshold, and motioned at her, "Come."
Amanda gave her a little tilt of her head, as if to assure it was okay, and Beth slowly stood up and went to them.
Then they started walking to the exit door of the corridor. "Where are we going?"
"I'll explain later—" Amanda said shortly, walking briskly next to her as they both flanked with two men.
Beth then shut her mouth and followed. Something was happening, and Amanda was going with it, she figured out she would follow, as well. In any case, she wouldn't leave her friend here alone.
But where they were going to she had no idea. They started climbing a metal staircase, metallic grey and dark beige like everything else in the compound. Then suddenly the whole scene changed. The grey and dark beige changed into white, and metal door turned to wooden. They made them stop in front of a double wing maroon door and Arat pulling it back, opened it for them.
And Beth stared… It was a spacious living room, full of grand imperial furniture, dark burgundy heavy curtains hanging over the colored glasses was the only indication they were still inside the old factory building. Aside that, it was a whole another world.
Women—there were a lot of women lounging—over the comfy couches, sofas, parlor sets all around the room, all clad with little black dresses, their hair clean and done, faces adorning make-up. All furniture was clean and tidied, she saw flowers and plants. There was even a piano at the corner.
Beth then realized where she was—recalling Cherry's words. They were Negan's—harem. Another fright took her—what they were doing here—why they had brought them here? Instead of this place, Beth preferred to be in that cell. Her eyes skipped to Amanda as the older woman stood rigidly beside her, then catching her gaze, her fingers gently brushed over her fingertips again.
Beth understood the gesture, she'd seen Rick doing it to her a lot of time—even back at the road before they'd arrived to Alexandria—a sort of camaraderie, making the other sure they were here. But Beth didn't want to be here, she didn't want Amanda to be here, either…
"Move." Arat then told hem, motioning inside.
Her head high, Amanda walked in, and darting her eyes at the women, Beth once again followed.
The women were…uninterested, not looking at them, each lost in their own worlds, chatting in small clusters, or reading or drinking. And the distinction between them couldn't be higher than that moment as they walked through them, without making any eye contact, their clothes dirty and bloodied, and instead of high heels, their feet adorned with tactical and cowboy boots.
They brought them another corridor behind the parlor, and Arat opened another wooden door toward to the end of it. Without a word, they both walked in.
The door then was closed behind them, but Beth didn't hear any lock. Her eyes skipped at the door and she saw the mechanism—and Amanda reached out quickly too, and locked themselves in.
Then she let out a deep breath, resting her back against the door, her eyes closing. "Amanda—what—what's happening?" Beth questioned.
She opened her eyes, "Got us out of those rattraps."
Beth squinted at her, "How?"
She huffed deeply and walked to bed. There was one bed—one twin bed in the room, and a few furniture, two nightstands at each side of the bed, and two chairs, and one tall mirror at the corner. There was no window inside, but there was a vanity table beside the mirror and a TV set with a player.
Amanda walked to the imperial chair and sat down it. "I—I made a deal with Negan," she answered, "I—I'll work for him, and in return he'll protect us."
Beth stared—words turning in her head, "Amanda—" she finally said back, "Are you serious?"
"We needed to get out there, Beth—" Amanda told her back, shaking her head, "Those cells—they weren't safe. And—well, did you see the chamber pots?" She shook her head again, "We needed to get out of there. We need to get out of here," she corrected herself, "And we can't do it in a cell, locked."
"But—we—wives-I can't be his wife!" she exclaimed out, "Never!"
Amanda's green eyes lit with a sudden fire as she stood up, "Do you think I would?" she snarled, "Do you think I'd whore myself like that?" she asked snappish, "Betray Rick like that?"
Before she answered, Beth faltered, and Amanda saw her hesitation. Her lips thinned as her jaw set, and she stared at Beth in silence. The truth was that sometimes Beth just couldn't be sure of Amanda's capacity of…taking things as they were—her level of pragmaticism, and the way she had talked in the jeep—and Joan… Amanda could be very matter of fact, and adaptable when she wanted but could she really do that—could she be that…adaptable? Beth remembered then her with Rick—the way she looked at him, and how much she wanted his baby, and how much she almost had sacrificed—and how much regret she had for Joan even though she had never said a word aloud, and Beth knew it. No. Amanda would never do it. She would never do it to Rick.
She shook her head, "I'm sorry. I—I know you would never."
Amanda's face loosened, and she nodded, "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have snapped at you." She paused, and letting out a breath, and sat down at the bed's edge this time, "I feel a bit at the edge." She paused again, "Honestly, it feels like…as if I—I'm betraying Rick," she confessed, and added with a small voice, "He won't like it."
Beth narrowed her eyes again, "Amanda, what happened? Why we're here?" she asked, walking to her, "What work are you going to do for him?"
"Negan's got problems with his own people. He didn't know Hilltop was destroyed. I realized it before. I think Simon—his second command has got other ideas. I—mess up with him, told him I'm gonna find his…nuisances. In return, I wanted his protection, and asked not to be touched by anyone and be treated as guests. Hence, our current predicament—" she waved her hand around the room.
"Hmm—" Beth said, sensing she was missing out something, "and why do you exactly think you're betraying Rick?"
She heaved out deeply. "Well—I told Negan how it'd be like having me working for him… I'm Rick's wife, and I'll wander around Negan like a lapdog." Her face setting further, she bitterly snickered, "Rick will hate it—I'll hate it."
"Amanda—" Beth started, but standing up, Amanda cut her off.
"No, Beth. We have to do it, and they have to suck it up. We couldn't stay there… I need to protect my babies. It was too dangerous. And you couldn't stay there, either, and I can't lose you like that—" she stopped for a second again, her eyes found hers, "You—you're like the little sister I've never had, Beth. I don't want to see you get hurt."
Her chest swelled with her emotional confession, Beth walked to her friend, "Amanda, you're like a sister to me, too—" she told the older woman, her sister not by blood, but by choice, "But I don't want you to danger yourselves because of me."
Amanda shook her head, "I do it for us, Beth, for all of us. This can be our chance, too. We're hostages, but we're also in." She waved her hands in the air, indicating around, "Look at us. We're really in. If we learn about Negan's secrets, his outposts, his arsenal, his men—we could do it. This still might be a blessing."
Beth shook her head, "Amanda, it's dangerous. Please—"
"I don't want to bring my babies in a world where people like Negan take advantages the weak, Beth. I don't want Carl and Judith live in such a world. I don't want us, you and your children, and the people we care live under his thumb—" the older woman said, shaking his head, "We can stop it. We should do something!"
We should do something! Beth recalled her own thoughts, so long ago in the woods, screaming at Daryl— and she felt the same fierceness coursing through her again, the same…courage. Yes, they should do something, because it still mattered.
Though, Beth wasn't sure what they would do. "Amanda—I—I want to do something, too. That—that bastard killed Glenn. I want revenge, I want justice, but how? What would we do?"
"For starters, we just observe and watch." Standing up, Amanda walked to her, "We mingle around and keep track of people. Make friends. Just do what you did at Grady, Beth." The older woman gave her a little smile, "Just be your usual awesome self," she continued, "I'll deal with the rest. Then we find a way and get the hell out of here."
Beth reflected her smile back, but a second later, she returned her eyes at the former police officer. "Amanda—if we do this, we need to talk with Rick and Daryl," she said, "They—they need to know it. If they see us with him, they'd get the wrong idea." And they might, and—suddenly Beth understood better why Amanda had felt like she was betraying Rick. No. No… She wouldn't like Daryl seeing her like that. Never.
And in answer, Amanda nodded. "I know. I bargained with him," she said, "and managed to get five minutes alone with Rick." She should've known. Amanda would've never let Rick suffer through that, never. "I'll explain it to Rick when Negan goes to Alexandria the next week. I'm going with him." She paused again, her eyes seemed thoughtful as if she discovered a new corner in her plans, "The next week—" she then repeated slowly, "Do you think—they'd wait until the next week?"
Beth gave the other woman a look, "Wait for what?"
Amanda shrugged, "Rick said he was going to get me back before we left. He…sounded quite determined. And Daryl…well, I'm not sure if Daryl would take what happened tonight well. Even though Rick might—want to think it thoroughly, Daryl wouldn't." She shook her head, "We need to get Negan to Alexandria, and talk to them before they do something stupid, Beth."
Wow, after a while, I wrote another Beth POV...feels nice. I really wanted to have Amanda and Beth be in the Sanctuary, and be an awesome duo, having fears of being prisoners but also dealing with it. I've missed them being together, and making them sharing together is always nice. And I always like rattle the cage a bit. Especially when Rick sees what Amanda is doing :)
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