Sadie's POV

As we continued to walk along throughout Alexandria, I made it a point to keep a sharp enough eye on each of the houses we passed, to make damn sure that the rest of Negan's men were abiding by the conditions.

I allowed him to stop in front of a house, from which two of his men were hauling a couch out of, and that seemed to have a drink cooler sat out in front of it.

"You see this?!" He declared a little too giddily when he glanced over what was being offered from this house. "This is the kind of think that just tickles my balls! A little cooperation, and everything is as pleasant as punch!" He looked back to me as if I was supposed to find this amusing. "...see, we really are reasonable people, once you get to know us! Honest."

"Yeah? Well, maybe you can prove that to me by keeping up the cooperation on your part." I smirked.

"Well, I am a man of my word…" He chuckled. "..a deal is a deal, right?"

"That's right." I agreed, taking his precious bat and patting him on the head with it. "You catch on quickly."

He chuckled somewhat nervously at that as he took a soda out of the cooler, popped the tab on it, and tried to continue on his way before I held my hand to him to stop him.

"Ah AH!" I ordered firmly, glancing down to the cooler. "...where are your manners?"

He chuckled, still trying to keep up his little facade that he was merely humoring me, as he stepped back toward the cooler and took another one out to hand to me.

"Atta boy!" I praised with a smirk, popping the tab open and taking a swig as I started to lead him off. "Shall we, then?"

He took a swig from his own soda and quickly obliged, but stopped abruptly right after, as if some realiation had just hit him.

"Oh! And I've been meanin to ask…."

I stopped in my own tracks, turning back around to humor whatever it was he had to say.

"...whatever happened to that sick girl? That seemed like a hell of a stressful night for her!"

I looked back at him, slightly curious now, as I waited for him to elaborate on what he was going on about.

"...the way she was carryin on, she was married to number two, right?"

As he rambled on, something about her being a widow, I started trying to piece together whoever the hell he was talking about.

"Was she with that asshole's group?"

If she was, that just brought me back to my earlier question, how many of them are here?

"...right after their husbands go, they are just empty inside! But usually not for loooong!" He sang that last part a little too proud of whatever the hell kind of point he was trying to make.

"Ah!" He chuckled. "...where is she? I would love to see her!"

Before I could say anything to that, though, we were both interrupted by a new voice.

I snickered as I watched him jump at that.

"Do you care to pay your respects?" The man, who was now standing in front of both of us, asked.

"Ho-ly crrrap!" He shouted. "...you are creepy AS SHIT, sneakin up on me, wearin that collar with that freaky-ass smile!"

"My apologies." He replied quietly. "I'm Father Gabriel." He smiled again as he appeared to recognize me. "Sadie, right?"

I nodded. "Nice to see you." I lied.

"..She didn't make it?" Negan finally asked, oblivious to the brief interaction.

I looked to Father Gabriel as he just looked back at him sympathetically and urged for us to follow him.

"...Damn tragedy." Negan sighed, trying to appear genuine, as we stood in front of a grave with a vaguely familiar name carved into it.

Maggie Rhee.

"Maggie Rhee…" I thought to myself. "...why does that name, particularly, sound sooo familiar?"

"...Well, this must really suck for you guys."

He went off rambling again, more boasting about whatever other nonsense happened that night, as I noticed Gabriel making some sort of gesture, like a signal of some sort, with his hand, as I started to piece together who she was.

"...I was gonna ask her to come back with me." He sighed, chuckling when he saw the glare that I shot him at that. "Oh! I know what you're thinkin. How could I have a shot with her? Guy who just bashed her husband's brains in?"

I started to lunge for him before he could spew anymore of this high horse bullshit of his, when we were both interrupted by a sudden gunshot that rang through the air.

We exchanged brief looks before taking off in the direction of the sound, him just hind me again.

The next shot that fired, we managed to follow to a house that had a nice little hole in the window now.

An agitated voice, one which I recognized from my confrontation with that asshole's kid earlier, could be heard from the other room as we approached.

"Put some back!" He ordered the men that were standing in front of him. "...or the next one goes in you!"

Jesus, this kid really does have some balls.

The creepier of the men just chuckled. "Kiiiid…...what do you think happens next?"

"You DIE!" He spat back.

"Wooooah, woah, woah." I announced, glancing between the two of them. "...what's going on here?"

The kid's head whipped around to the sound of my voice, as if he were about to aim at me next.

I put my hands up. "Easy…" I cautioned. "I'm on your side, alright?"

"Bullshit!" He shouted.

"Jesus kid, I get it. You don't like me, but come on!" I chuckled, grabbing Negan by the arm of his jacket and yanking him toward me. "...Look at this guy…..do you honestly think I'm on his side."

He held his glare, but decided to turn his gun back on the guy he had previously had his aim on.

"Now…..why don't you tell me what's going on here?"

"Why do you care?!"

"...that's a fair enough question." I admitted with a shrug. "...I care, because this asshole agreed that these assholes would only take half of everything, and that half being what we allow them to take." I held the tip of Negan's bat up to the bottom of his chin, prodding at him with it. "Isn't that right?"

Negan took a step back and nodded. "..what she said."

The kid looked curiously at both of us, as if he too had never seen anyone dare talk to this sorry excuse of a man in such a way. He seemed to relax, albeit slightly.

"...Well?" I asked, waiting for him to explain.

"...they're taking all our medicine! And like you said, they said only half our stuff!"

I shot a glare to the two men in front of him, nodding toward the kid.

"Is this true?"

"Look, lady- " The creepy one scoffed.

"AH!" I corrected. "...it's Sadie."

"We're just following orders- "

"...and your ORDERS have changed!" I took the gun from the kid's hands, keeping the aim on him, as I looked back to Negan. "...tell them, or the bullets in their heads come from me…...and I won't hesitate."

Negan looked back to them and nodded. "...do as the lady says."

I lowered the gun as they reluctantly started to unload at least half of the medicine they took.

"Thank you." I smirked, handing the gun back to the kid. "...this is yours."

The kid cautiously took it back from me, watching as they unloaded the last of the half onto the coffee table.

I nodded again toward the men. "...this acceptable to you?"

The kid took a quick onceover of the supplies they had handed back over and nodded back at me. "...this'll do."

I smiled, looking back to the men. "...give him a little bit more back."

They both looked to Negan before I cut them off.

"Ah! You don't answer to him, you're answering to me right now." I reminded them firmly. "..GIVE the kid a little more…..for the trouble you've caused."

They sighed as Negan nodded at them to oblige, unloading a good chunk more, til only a small quarter of what they'd originally taken remained in their own possession.

I shot Negan another smirk. "Cooperation."

He was, quite obviously, particularly unamused by my mocking his earlier boasts.

"So, tell me….Negan…." I took a swig of my soda from earlier, holding his precious Lucille over my shoulder. "...Where are you taking me next?"

Upon the next little request of his that I decided to humor, we approached the armory/pantry, just as Olivia was opening the garage door for us.

The woman he called Arat, along with the archer and some of his men, tagged along behind us.

"Hi…." She greeted meekly. "...I figured you were coming."

"Go ahead and show them where the guns are, Olivia." I instructed. "Half of however many are in there, and of that half, they get their choice of any guns that aren't mine, Gareth's, or Theresa's." I spun around, smirking at Negan, before he could make any complaints about my conditions. "I'm feeling just a liiittle bit generous."

He raised his eyebrows at me, chuckling, until I shot him another glare that made him step back.

Olivia just smiled, nervously, back at me when I redirected my attention to her.

"The armory's inside." She told them.

"You run the show in here?" He asked her.

"...I just keep track of it all. The rations, the guns."

"Good….smart." He replied. "Don't let me stop ya. Take Arat, and the boys, and show 'em the goods."

As Olivia led them all to the back, Negan stayed back and thought it a good idea to put his hand out to me to take me aside.

"I just wan- "

I grabbed his hand up by the wrist, abruptly cutting him off.

"You WILL NOT put your hands on me!" I grabbed a knife up off my belt and held it closely against the bottom of his wrist. "...not if you wanna keep them, that is."

I let him yank his hand out of my grip, as he put both hands in front of him.

"Wouldn't dream of it…."

"That's what I thought." I nodded, holding the knife up, before returning it to its spot on my belt. "...and no, you will not get any ideas about the knife either. Are we clear?"

"Crystal…"

'Goodie." I shot him a look as I folded my arms. "...Now what was it you wanted to tell me? Certainly better not have been you asking for anything more, especially not after that little incident."

"No…." He was pretty clearly trying his best not to look intimidated by me. '...No, in fact, I was just gonna point out that I won't ask you for even a scrap of your food….slim pickins in here, you know?"

"Indeed….." I nodded, shooting him another smirk. "...looks like you are learning, after all."

He nodded, stopping briefly again, when we started to head back out to wait for the rest of them.

"And just between you and me…." He said, to which I spun back around to humor.

"Uh huh…."

He lowered his voice to a near whisper, as if he really cared about someone else hearing what he was about to say.

"I can't be the only one to notice, you've got a fat lady in charge of keepin track of rations, can I?"

"Ohhhh ho ho-ooooh!" I chuckled. "Man, I know I did not just hear you having the audacity to make a fatphobic remark about my friend here after I was just generous enough to consider for a second that you might actually be learning a thing or two…." I took good ol' Lucille and the tip right under the bottom of his chin again. "...did I?"

"...No, Ma'am."

"That's what I thought." I snickered, tossing Lucille back up over my shoulder, gesturing out towards the garage door. "Shall we?"

He nodded as he reluctantly followed me back out.

As we made our way back out around to the front, a voice that I recognized to be that of one of the men that had tried to give the kid a hard time could be heard nearby.

"Balloons?" He questioned, condescendingly. "...you goin to a party little girl?"

When we approached close enough, I could see that the young girl that stood in front of him…..likely around the same age as the kid, was visibly uncomfortable in this creep's presence.

"Can I keep them, please?" She asked, desperation also clear in her voice. "It's just…...let me keep them."

"Say please again, little girl." He sneered

I stormed over to them before he had half the chance to say it again.

"HEY!" I barked at him, grabbing him up by the front of his shirt. "She doesn't have to tell you shit!"

I lowered my voice as he took a step back, out of my grip, as I took the handful of green balloons from him and redirected my attention to the girl.

"You also don't need his permission for these."

She looked somewhat confused by the gesture but half smiled back at me as she took the balloons. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

As the men who were driving the trucks full of the stuff I personally approved they take, I took the liberty of walking Negan and the rest of them back up to the front gate.

"Well everyone..." He announced. "...it's gettin late, let's go home!" He spun back around, returning his attention to me. "I mean….would that be acceptable to you...Sadie."

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure…" I sneered.

"...then just say the magic words.."

"Go FUCK yourself!" I spat back, startling him into taking a step back.

As managed to regain, somewhat, composure, a snarling dead on began approaching him from behind.

"Ah, before I go though…." He tried to insist. "Watch this." He spun back around, just a little too proudly. "Arat! Hand me that candlestick!"

By the time she did, however, I shot it with my crossbow before he could do anything about it.

"Don't tell me what to do….I thought I made that painfully clear earlier." I scoffed, walking over to retrieve the arrow that had pierced through its skull. "...and one more thing…."

He watched me cautiously as I made my way back over to him.

I nodded toward the archer. "...I'd like Daryl here to stay with us."

"Not happenin…" He insisted

"I wasn't asking your permission."

He raised a finger up in front of him, glancing briefly to Daryl.

"Actually…...I don't know….maybe Daryl can plead his case, maybe Daryl can sway me." That smug look returned to his face. "..although, considering….as you said yourself, he doesn't like you very much…" He chuckled at the thought. "...I wouldn't count on it."

Daryl's glare at me turned into a more curious, somewhat puzzled look, as he opted to remain silent.

"...Didn't think so…" He chuckled, turning back to his crew. "Let's move out!"

I held my glare to him as I watched him start to walk back to one of the trucks and stop briefly in his tracks. "Oh, shit!" He chuckled at his realization as he walked back to me. "Almost forgot!"

"Forgot what?" I asked smugly, tossing Lucille back over my shoulder.

"You didn't actually think I was gonna leave Lucille with you…..did ya?"

I tilted my head, smirking back at him. "...and you didn't think I was about to just let you take her back, did ya?"

He stared back at me, like he thought I was joking.

"My sincerest apologies, let me rephrase that."

I yanked him forward, jerking his precious Lucille in front of his face, til he was down on his knees, waiting til he was good and shaken up before I too kneeled down to his level. His precious Lucille, still held in front of his face.

"You won't be taking your precious little stick with you." I just about growled, grinning as I watched him stare back at me in horror at my audacity to insult his precious Lucille. "...have I made myself clear?"

He nodded, anxiously back at me.

"Good….." I smirked, waving my hand up, once I'd stood to my feet. "...you can get up now."

He stood, very cautiously, up to his feet, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Goood boy." I praised condescendingly. "...keep it up and you might just be able to earn her back…would you like that?"

He nodded.

"Thought so!" I snickered at the idea. "Now…" I returned Lucille to her spot over my shoulder. "...those magic words?"

He shot me a look, then glanced back at his precious Lucille.

"...Weelllll?" I urged.

"...thank you?"

"Didn't catch that!" I ordered. "Could ya speak up?"

"Thank you….Sadie." He uttered, reluctantly yet just acceptable enough.

"Oohhh, don't be ridiculous, Negan…." I chuckled. "...Thank you!"

He shot me one last look before turning around again to make his way back to the truck.

As I turned around to make my way back to my own house….God, it feels weird to be able to call it that, I noticed a good handful of the residents standing around, as they had apparently all been watching in shock at the interaction.

"...Well, what are you all looking at?" I chuckled. "...the show's over!"