All Nightmare Long

Chapter 547

Author's Note: It's been a couple weeks. I was on leave. Can you believe they actually let me go for a week! Yay! But now back to work. And maybe a chapter. Perhaps? Review it means a lot.

Mar, Eugene and Rosita's POV:

Rosita broke into the warehouse and let Mar and Eugene come in behind her. Mar watched as Rosita opened her backpack and took out all things metal.

"I didn't want to come back here, I don't. No," Eugene said.

"I thought you said he said yes," Mar stated.

"He did," Rosita said as she sighed. "I asked you to make me a bullet, you said yes. So make me a bullet."

"You're right, I said yes, but that was peak heat of the moment, but in the intervening hours, I've taken a deep dive into other options and contingencies, trying to game out any iteration in which charging into this enterprise makes any sense," Eugene said.

"He has Daryl, he killed Glenn and Abraham, and he has our guns. Rosita was able to find one, but we need a bullet for it to do any good," Mar told him.

"How does one bullet do anything? I'm not trying to definitively stop you, but slow your roll. Maybe go on for some lullin false sense of security," Eugene explained.

"I'm not waiting, Eugene," Rosita told him.

"That's just being stupid," Eugene told them.

"Pandejo, you don't know what you're talking about," Rosita told him.

Mar went to stand between the two. "Hey, name calling isn't going to do anyone any good Rosita. Our emotions are all over the place, and I wasn't even there. But he has Daryl, Eugene and I can't just stand by and do nothing. That's why I'm out here, I jumped at the chance when Rosita said you could make us a bullet. And, you don't get to change your mind now, because you're scared, not after how far you've came."

"I'm not scared…and I do know what I'm talking about. I've analyzed this top to bottom. It doesn't matter if you're stealthy, snipey, gun or knifey. Abraham was right, they have the numbers. His ballgame, unless we put together a finishing move for a force of many, including the man in charge. One bullet isn't going to do it. Best case, maybe you take him out," Eugene stated.

"Then make me a bullet," Rosita hissed.

"Somebody has to pay the price," Eugene told Rosita as he looked at Mar. "It could be Daryl for all we know. Or even if you're willing, Rosita, from all we've seen, it's not a lock and you'll be the one."

"Will the man who killed the man who saved our lives die?" Rosita asked.

"Maybe," Eugene answered.

"Then make me a bullet. You're not going to talk me out of this Eugene! You owe him and you owe me! And if there's a price, I'll pay it. But don't you tell me no, you don't know anything, you don't do anything, you're a coward and you're weak. The only reason you're alive is because you lied and because people feel sorry for you. So for once do something useful and make me a bullet," Rosita hissed.

"Mar?" Eugene asked. "Knowing that it might be Daryl or Mitch that pays the price, are you really willing to risk that? I am just asking you to think about the consequences," Eugene stated.

"Daryl would rather be dead then where he is now. Make the bullet Eugene. I'm going to patrol," Mar said as she walked outside.

Carl's POV:

Sylvie poured herself a glass of whiskey and looked between Carl and Negan. Negan had been working on his books since they got back to the room and Carl was looking awkwardly at both of them.

"Can I wrap up my face now?" Carl asked.

"No you absolutely cannot," Negan answered.

"Why the hell not?" Carl demanded.

Sylvie put down her whiskey glass and walked over to Carl. "Hey, watch the tone, OK kid? I know he's a pompous ass, but that pompous ass holds your life in his hands. Anyone else he would have killed by now."

Negan laughed. "Syl's got a point kid. But look at this bad ass, Syl. You can't because I'm not done with you, and I like looking at your disgusting rat ass, bad ass eye, so it's staying out," he demanded as it got silent.

Sylvie went back to her chair and sat down picking up the whiskey.

"You got something to say to me kid?" Negan questioned.

"Why haven't you killed me?" Carl asked.

"That's a dumb ass question to ask the man who holds your life in his hands, just be grateful he hasn't," Sylvie said, interrupting him.

"Or my dad?" Carl continued. "Or Daryl. Or mom."

"And there goes another dumb ass question," Sylvie told him.

Negan laughed. "Kid wants to know, he has a right to know. Daryl is going to make a good soldier for me. See he thinks he's holding it together, but you saw it. Your dad, he's already getting me good stuff. Your mom? Jewel, well I like her fighting spirit, she was ready to die for all you sorry shit's out there on that field. That right there, that's worth keeping alive because not a lot of people would offer themselves up like that. If I kill her, she's a martyr, and I can't have someone die as a martyr, may give people the idea that they can fight back. And you, on the other hand, well we shall see. It's more productive to break you, more fun too. You thinking that's stupid?"

"I'm thinking that we're different," Carl said.

Negan sat forward. "You're a smart kid, what do you think I should do?"

Sylvie raised an eyebrow. "You don't want him to kill you kid, that would only get your parent's killed. Jewel would be going after him with a vengeance."

"Yeah she would, but that's another discussion for another day. Once again, what do you think I should do with you kid? You know I can't let you go, so do I kill you? Do I get to tell your hot step mother that her dumb ass kid killed two of my men as he was trying to get to me? Iron your face? Chop off your arm? Or maybe kill your sister Summer? Or cut off her arm? Tell me, what do you think?" Negan questioned.

Carl stood up. "I think you should jump out the window to save me the trouble of killing you."

Negan held up his hand to Sylvie to keep her from coming over and started laughing. "Oh, there's the kid that impressed the hell out of me."

"I think you're not saying what you're going to do to me, because you're not going to do anything. If you knew us, if you knew anything, you would kill us," Carl said as he bent down in front of him. "But you can't."

Sylvie walked over. "Kid, I'm trying to save your life right now, back off before he uses that bat."

Negan laughed. "It's OK Sylvie. Maybe you're right, kid, maybe I can't," he said as he slapped his hands together. "Let's go for a ride, kid," he said as he stood and grabbed the bat and walked out.

Sylvie glanced at Carl as they walked out together, walking through the Sanctuary, down to the parking lot.

Negan walked to his truck and opened the door. "Get in kid," he told Carl. "Syl, stay here, spend some time with that husband of yours."

"Negan," Sylvie started to say.

"I'm not going to do anything to the kid, just taking him home," Negan told her as he got into the truck. He saw Daryl working the yard. "Daryl," he called. "You seem worried, so I'm taking the kid home."

"If you do anything to him," Daryl started to say.

"Dwight! Daryl needs a time out, put him back in back in his box for a while. Sampson, leaving Syl here, go take a break," he told them as Dwight pulled Daryl away. Sylvie and Daryl both spotted Jesus on top of the truck.