Sadie's POV

I sat with Maggie, at the little dining table in Jesus's trailer, giving her the rundown of what all had gone down back at Alexandria before I came here.

As I did, I couldn't help but glance toward the door every once in a while, half expecting Sasha to come in at any minute and wring my neck out.

I chuckled quietly to myself, considerably more amused by the thought than I probably should've been

"...Sadie!" Maggie repeated, breaking my current train of thought regarding the idea.

"Hmm?"

"Sadie, you can't be pulling things like that." Her voice was a little calmer now. "We made the deal we did with them for a reason- "

"You did?" I asked. "...or Deanna did?"

The silence from her at the apparent thought of it spoke volumes.

"...Just asking, cause ah…" I chuckled. "...Gareth mentioned something about her wanting to talk to me, just before I left to come here…."

I took a little pause, myself, before I went on. "...and because of the look I saw in your eye when I said that bastard's name, kinda like you didn't exactly agree with it."

She nodded.

"...last time I looked at someone like that was right before your little Ringlea-" I caught myself, mid sentence, trying not to aggravate her any further. "...Rick…..right before Rick tried to hack up my husband."

"I remember."

When Sasha finally returned, we'd barely even heard her come in before she immediately recognized who I was.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!"

"Sasha, Sasha!" Maggie urged, quickly standing between her and myself.

"AFTER WHAT THEY DID?! HOW CAN YOU- ?"

"I know…." Maggie cut her off again. "I know...believe me, I had my doubts."

Sasha just scoffed at that.

"Sasha…."

Sasha just shot her a look as she awaited what Maggie could possibly come up with to justify even humoring such a thing.

"Sasha, Sadie came here to help- " She tried to explain.

'..and you believe that?!"

"..to be honest, I don't know what I believe anymore…" She sighed. "..but yes. In this case, I am inclined to, at least."

Sasha looked back at her, then at me, then back at her, before scoffing again and storming back out the door.

"Sasha, wait- "

But Sasha was already gone, having slammed the door behind her.

"...well, that went better than expected." I chuckled.

"How do you figure?" She asked, more seriously, not taking her eyes off the door.

I shrugged. "I'm still alive, aren't I?" I smirked a little at the thought of it.

"You are." She chuckled, more softly.

I nodded. "...look, I can go if you want…..I know you said you didn't mind, but as that…" I nodded back toward the door. "...made pretty clear, I'm obviously intruding, soo…"

"Sadie, I want you to stay." She insisted, stopping me in my tracks as I was about to grab up my stuff.

I stared back at her, waiting for her to say sike or something.

I slowly set my shoulder back down on the floor. "...Why?"

"Please?" She looked back at me with considerably more trust than I deserved from her, clear in her eyes.

I smiled back at her. "...of course I will….I promised Gareth I'd be back by tomorrow, so if you want me to stay beyond that, I'll just have to make another trip."

"We can talk about it." She replied.

I nodded, getting back into my bag, as I changed the subject.

"Now, I know Jesus offered to let you borrow some of his, but if you'd like just a few more options…" I offered, showing the handful of shirts and couple pairs of jeans I'd packed. "...what's mine is yours for the night."

"Well,I appreciate that, but I don't wanna impose either."

"Well, considering how much more I've imposed.." I chuckled. "...I'll just consider us even."

"Fine…" she seemed to consider the offer for a moment, skimming over the small collection of shirts. "...I'll take the Tom Petty shirt then."

"Mmm, good taste." I remarked, tossing it to her with a little smirk. "...I thought I saw you eyeing that one."

"I mean, Tom Petty's a classic."

"I will not argue ya there." I agreed, tucking the rest back into the bag.

I sighed quietly to myself as I sat up from the couch that I had planned to crash on for the night and looked over at Maggie, who was sound asleep on the bed.

So peaceful, even despite everything she'd just been through in just the past few days alone.

Must be nice.

I tried to shrug it off, slipping the extra pack of cigarettes from my bag into my front pocket, as I headed for the door to have a smoke.

However, I'd barely shut the door behind me and made it to the first step, when I looked up and saw the fires blazing just along the front gates in the near front gates.

Dead ones started to swarm through the gates, as some nearby trucks began blasting their music.

"Shit!"

I raced back in, shouting to warn Maggie, who was already up and lifting a chair onto the dining table by the time I'd shut the door behind me.

"I know." She said, once she saw me. "...I gotta go shut it off."

I put my hand out to stop her as I climbed up on the table myself.

"Doctor Carson told you to stay off your feet!" I reminded her. "I got this!"

"I can't let you do this by yourself!" She insisted.

"SIT!"

She stood, refusing to move until I went up ahead of her. "Just go."

I shook my head, but climbed up and through the hole and onto the roof anyway.

She remained standing on the roof, watching as I leaped down onto the ground and yanked the knife off my belt to start driving it through the skulls of as many dead ones that I could get my hands on.

"JESUS!" She shouted, once he came out into view. "Sadie's alone down there, she needs help!"

"Goddamnit, Maggie" I muttered, stabbing two more dead ones as Jesus slid down from one of the poles at her orders.

"You two!" She shouted to two other men, who were standing out on a nearby balcony. "Get those gates closed!"

"On it!"

I then rushed over to Sasha, who seemed to be trying to break into the car at fault.

Startled by my rush, she spun around. Her knife in the air, ready to stab me, thinking I was one of them.

"Kill me later!" I joked, trying to pull open the barricade over the back window. "Don't ask me how, but I have some experience breaking into things!"

She rolled her eyes, but let me have at it anyway.

After too many failed attempts, I finally gave up, pounding my fist against it in frustration. "Damnit!"

The next thing I heard was the sound of a tractor backing up in front of us.

Sasha quickly returned to stabbing more of the dead ones while I continued to stand there, watching in awe, as I noticed that it was Maggie in the driver's seat.

Daaamn, you show em, girl.

"Sadie!" Jesus called out, breaking my focus. "She's got this, I need your help over here!"

I took one last look behind me as I followed him, driving my knife through the next bunch of dead ones as he did the same.

When the music finally came to an abrupt stop, I looked back around to see that Maggie had driven the damn thing over the whole car, which had been near flattened as a result.

Shiiit, she does NOT fuck around.

The next morning, as the three of us stood outside Gregory's office, I could hear Jesus arguing back and forth with the bastard over his plea for us to stay.

It gave me prooobably just a little too much pleasure that, in any case, I had to leave anyway…..and that I wasn't about to allow this asshole the pleasure of knowing that just yet.

I stood, snickering quietly to myself, as I pressed my ear to the door to hear better.

'Sadie!" Maggie urged in a hushed tone.

I waved my hand off at her, as I continued to listen. 'Shh!"

Sasha, who was even less amused, just glared at me.

"...I'm not turning away a pregnant woman who helped us!" I heard him argue. "Or Sasha or Sadie!"

"Who the hell is Sadie?!" Gregory's voice, clearly annoyed, declared.

I couldn't help but start snickering again, at that.

"They're staying!" Jesus insisted again

I decided to continue listening, humoring Gregory as he ranted off about how Jesus wasn't in charge and something about him having to stick around, til I finally got bored with humoring him and decided to step in.

"Jeffrey." I interrupted with a smirk. Hey, two can play at this little game of his.

"It's Gregory." He corrected.

"Interesting." I raised my eyebrows, shooting him another little smirk as I waited for him to get it.

"..anyway…" He continued instead. "I was just telling Ms. Caitlyn to bring up some of her famous Rhubarb Preserves, for you three. As our way of saying thank you for helping out last night."

"It's Ms. Maitlin." Jesus corrected.

Gregory didn't even humor him this time.

"...you can take them with you when you go, and you should go now. The Saviors could be back any minute."

Maggie gently, yet firmly, pulled my arm back to keep me from starting toward him.

"I'll go." Sasha offered. "Sadie too. She has a kid to get home to, anyway."

"He doesn't need to know that!" I snickered, shooting a look back to Gregory.

Maggie, still unamused with my behavior, shoved at my shoulder from behind.

"...but let Maggie stay." Sasha continued. "We'll call it even on last night."

"No deal." He insisted coldly. "...but it's been lovely having you here."

"Just tell me, how we can make this work." She argued.

"...I think we'd need to….meet on that one on one, just to explore- "

"Go FUCK yourself!" I spat at him, before he could finish his excuse.

He looked at me with such an expression, as if I were the one who was out of line here.

"Are you actually implyi- you know what? I'm sorry! I'm gonna tell Ms. Caitlyn to keep her preserves."

Suddenly, the same roaring and revving of trucks and motorcycles that Olivia and I had heard back at Alexandria was cutting us off, as they burst through the open gates.

"You know what they'll do if they find you here?!" Gregory panicked at the sight of them. "Jesus, get them in the closet."

"Shit, you sound just like my dad!" I scoffed at him, snickering at my own implication.

"Gregory!" Maggie shouted back at him, ignoring my remark.

"Go get in there now." He continued to order us. "..you don't move, you don't speak, and maybe you'll get out of this alive!"

As soon as Gregory had fucked off to humor the so-called Saviors…..God, what a joke….in whatever deal he had with them, Jesus pulled us away from the closet he'd instructed him to shut us in.

"Jesus, what are you- " Maggie started to demand.

"Shh!" He urged, lowering his voice. "Not that one….follow me."

We proceeded to follow him to a decently sized room, which I presumed to be the bastard's bedroom. Figures.

I made it a point to be the last to be shuffled into the small walk-in closet, giving myself a second to prepare myself.

"I'll come back for you, once they've all left!" He promised, shutting behind him before he took off.

I nodded to myself, feeling my heart start to race, as I leaned back against the nearest wall.

"Shit.." I muttered to myself, trembling as I tried to keep myself from hyperventilating.

Get ahold of yourself, Sadie.

"Sadie…." Maggie's voice, concerned, as she placed a hand on my shoulder…...inadvertently making me jump. "...you okay?"

I nodded, trying to convince myself, more than anyone.

"Small spaces like this tend to give me anxiety." I exhaled, still trying to pull myself back together. "...I'll be alright."

She nodded sympathetically, briefly stroking my shoulder again with her hand, as one of Negan's men could be heard shouting for the rest of them to start looking through the other houses.

What felt like hours later, after the Saviors had all finally taken off, the sounds of footsteps could be heard quickly approaching the closet door.

"Thank fuck!" I blurted out, stepping away from the God forsaken thing as soon as Jesus opened the door.

"Sorry." He said, just before a furious Gregory came bursting in after him.

"I TOLD YOU TO HIDE THEM IN THE HALLWAY CLOSET!" He shouted.

"No…" Jesus corrected, remarkably calmly. "You just said closet."

"This is my bedroom! What if they had come in here before I- "

"Before you tried to give us up?!" Sasha interrupted.

"They would've killed you first!" Maggie added.

"Honey, I'm talking to Jesus!"

Maggie had to hold me back again, from starting at him just for that remark, while he and Jesus continued to argue.

"...So you're gonna be in charge now?" Gregory finally asked, once he'd calmed down a little.

"No." Jesus stated. "..it's just that you won't be."

Ohh, the irony.

"Maggie and Sasha are staying." He continued. "We're all gonna be one big, dysfunctional, happy family."

Gregory just scoffed. "So we will be…..and I'll see us through this. We made progress with the Saviors today, you saw it."

"That's not what I saw." Jesus argued back.

"Yeah? Well, it's what happened." He redirected his attention to Maggie. "We play nice, they play nice. You see, Dear, The Saviors can actually be quite reasonable- "

But she cut him off with a good punch across the face, just before I could step in, myself and yanked a vaguely familiar pocket watch from his front pocket.

"It's a fine watch…." He attempted to defend. "...doesn't need to be left out in the rain."

"This is our home now." Maggie stated, firmly. "...so you'll learn to call me by my name…..not Marsha, not Dear, not Honey…." She about growled that last one at him. "Maggie. Maggie Rhee."

"When I got here, Gregory was already in charge." Jesus explained, as we all watched the last of the Saviors take off. "Thought the people chose him for a reason, looking at it now, I think it just happened. I didn't like how he did things, but I couldn't imagine anyone else in his place…..I can now."

"Who?" I asked.

"We'll talk about it sometime." He turned to Maggie. "I should've talked to Gregory sooner, I'm sorry. Hopefully, you'll let me make it up to you."

"We will." She looked back out the window, as it appeared the last of the Saviors was shutting the ate behind them. "...the gates are closed."

Jesus moved to stop her. "Wait...they're still loading up outside."

"I'll see you back at the trailer." She sighed, before heading just outside.

Sasha and I both watched out the window as Maggie started to make her way back to the graves.

"...if you wanna make it up to us.." She finally said. "...can you find out where Negan lives?"

He nodded. "One of the trucks is going back there, so, yeah. I could do that."

"Can you keep it between us? Just you and me?"

"...and me." I added, earning a suspicious glare from Sasha.

"No Maggie?" Jesus asked.

She just shook her head.

"I don't like that." He sighed.

"...Me neither."

"Hey! Guess who managed not to kill each other!" I announced, when Sasha and I returned to Jesus's trailer, snickering as I shut the door behind us.

It took me about the time it took for me to cross the small room and set my crossbow down by the couch to realize that a new, vaguely familiar face was sitting at the little dining table with Maggie.

"Ohh, shit. My bad." I laughed, helping myself to a sandwich that was sitting on a stack of them on a plate in the center of it. "...didn't realize you had company."

"Enid, this is Sadie." Maggie explained to the young girl, seemingly trying to hide her amusement at my entrance. "...she's here from Alexandria too."

"...and just for the day." I added, grabbing a second sandwich on my way back to grab the rest of my stuff. "...these are really good, by the way. You make these?"

"I wanted to help." Enid confirmed.

"My compliments to you, then!"

"Thank you." She chuckled

"So, you came here by yourself?" Sasha asked her, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Yeah." She answered. "Have some dinner."

"Alright, I'm out." I shot a little smirk to Sasha, passing by where she had seated herself at the table, as I made my way to the door. "...I wont be a stranger though."

"It was nice to meet you." Enid chuckled again. "Officially anyway. I'm pretty sure I've seen you around."

"Likewise." I nodded, as I reached for the door.

"Bye, Sadie." Maggie added.