Chapter 83: Safe


KPOV

~A little over a day ago~

Putting the book away, I had written down all I memorised from the pages I had read. When I hid the book, I slowly approached the door, my footfalls slow and quiet. Since my talk with Negan, I needed to be sure that what was said, was true.

My footsteps were slow, careful and cautious. Like part of me feared opening the door and expecting someone outside it. Reaching out for the door knob, I gradually turned it and pulled the door open. Normally, whoever stood outside, would block my exit and get in my way.

So far, no one rushed to come to my attention. Peeking through the frame, I glanced left, right and down the hall in front of me. Nothing. No one. I was alone and part of me debated escaping but another part knew I shouldn't. This could be a test.

Closing the door, I returned to my room, searching for the pregnancy test stick, it still was faintly there, showing I was pregnant but it wasn't the intense shade it once was. If I left the lie for too long, I was surely going to need a new stick to pee on.

Rubbing the lines, I felt my hand rest over my stomach and clutch it gently. Hope was living inside me, in a different way from before. As I prayed that I would be safe, that my baby would grow to be strong and fierce like their father, I did my best to stay calm.

My child was my strength and I'd do whatever I had to in order to keep both of us safe. I had to. One day...I'll get back to Daryl, to my family. Maybe not today but soon. I have to hope as much. For both of us...


PRESENT DAY...DPOV

Approaching Ezekiel, Jerry, Richard and a few others, I had watched as they walked off and broke off from each other. I could sense something went wrong. That there was tension there and that it must of had something to do with the Saviors.

In search of Morgan, he was the only one I trusted here, even if I didn't like his way of thinking, of living, I knew him enough to know he wasn't going to lie to me. "No. I'm okay," Morgan had been talking to a kid, who had a stick the same way Morgan had.

Seeing the cars parked up, I noticed everything they were supposed to have inside them, for the Saviors, was gone. "Hey. Where'd you go in them trucks?" I asked Morgan, breaking his conversation with the young man.

Morgan's eyes met mine but they quickly returned to the boy's. "I need to speak to Daryl alone," Morgan tried to hint at the boy that there was something he needed to discuss with me in private. "That okay?" Morgan asked of the boy.

"Yeah, I'll get you something for that cut," the boy didn't seem to be offended but instead, respected Morgan's wishes before he began to make his way back to the Kingdom.

The boy seemed concerned for Morgan. "Yeah," Morgan agreed while I walked over to him, climbing down some wooden steps to meet with Morgan in the middle.

Seeing the cut, the things they had been trying to hide in their trucks, I knew they must have gone to meet with the Saviors. "You went to see them, right?" I questioned Morgan as I inspected his cut from where I stood.

"Yeah," Morgan was a little reserved about answering this but he couldn't deny me the truth.

How Morgan was hurt, but somehow acting like it was still fine to be hurt, it annoyed me. "Part of your deal?" I mocked as I glanced to his cut. Morgan looked away from me, back to the boy who had just gone inside.

He cares about people but he is willing to get hurt to protect them? Why doesn't he just end it so no one has to get hurt? "What the hell's wrong with you?" I asked him angrily.

"You're bleeding. They did that to you. You know what they are," I tried to get him to see the horrible things these people did to others. And Kat is stuck there with them.

Having taken a step closer, Morgan had touched his wound briefly but kept his eyes on the ground. "I do," Morgan nodded, answering me as his eyes met mine.

Firm as his eyes were, it only irritated me that he was still confident about his way of thinking. "You know, if Carol were here, she saw all that...if she knew about Abraham...and Glenn...about Kat...she'd be leading us right to them, ready to kill them all," I spoke of Carol with the real strength we needed.

If she knew what they did to Glenn, Abraham, she'd kill them. If she knew Kat was pregnant and taken by them, she'd do everything she could to help us get her back. "She would. And that's why she left, man," Morgan agreed with me.

Glaring straight into his eyes, I let out a scoff as I turned my back on him and left him there. The sound of a horse neighing in distance was the only reminder that I wasn't somewhere I was fully comfortable being there.

Seeing Richard shooting arrows into a board, it reminded me of the many mornings I woke up to find Kat doing the same thing. Except, Kat would do it at longer distances too, she would always hit a perfect bulls-eye.

But Richard, he was nowhere near as good as Kat and most importantly, he was nowhere near the King either. "I'm practising. Gonna have to start using these more," Richard explained why he was doing this.

"The Saviors are smart enough to know I shouldn't have a gun around them," Richard at least believed the Saviors were smart when it came to the power they had over those who rebelled. Just the same way I had.

There were two crossbows plated on a table I stood in front of me. "Morgan said you're a bowman," Richard said as he stopped and handed me one of the crossbows.

Taking it, after staring long and hard at him, I knew I needed some kind of weapon and one I was comfortable holding. "Why?" I asked Richard why he was wanting me to practice with him.

He kept his eyes on me. "'Cause we want the same things," Richard stated something we both already knew. We want the Saviors dead and we would both do it alone, if we had to. "I need your help," Richard explained.

Aiming my crossbow up, I pressed the trigger and shot straight into the bulls-eye. Still got it. Now...I need to get Kat back.


KPOV

Slowly, my eyes squeezed tightly shut before they began fluttering open. When I saw my surroundings, I was reminded that I wasn't home and that I was alone. I woke up, alone, in a den that I had to find a way out of once my work was done.

Sitting up, I focused on trying to push my worries down, my hand caressing my stomach was the first thing I did, which was now a part of my morning routine. Reaching for a glass of water, I took a sip before I dragged the bag of pre-natal vitamins out from under the mattress.

Popping one into my mouth, I drank it down with my water and sighed. My hand caressed my stomach, resting my hand over it, I was lucky. Lately, I hadn't been sick and was finally being capable of holding down the urge to.

When I finally pulled myself from my thoughts of my child, of the father of my child, of my family and the job I still had to do here, I pushed myself to my feet and went to get my book. The writing I had done, was a good start but I needed more. It wasn't enough.

I needed floor plans, I needed maps, I needed routines and I needed the exact numbers in each outpost. I needed more before I could make an escape. My work here, still isn't done...


DPOV

We were practising shooting our bolts and arrows. Gradually, Richard was improving and he was holding back something, I could sense it. He began trying to convince me that there was something he had in mind.

He told me that there was a plan, but he needed someone else to help him. To get Ezekiel to fight with the rest of them. "We need something to move Ezekiel. This is it," Richard told me as he stopped practising to look at me.

"Alexandria, the Hilltop, and the Kingdom hitting first, hitting hard, and then we wipe the Saviors from the Earth," Richard and I had the same goal, we wanted the Saviors to end. To make them disappear off the edge of the Earth.

Ultimately, I was more convinced to help him the more he spoke. "Keeping people, dozens and dozens and dozens of good people...keeping them safe," Richard further said.

Stopping to listen to him, I looked at him, long and hard for a few moments before I finally found the words to say to him. "How do we do that?" I asked him. This was when a small, faint smile grew upon Richard's lips.


KPOV

Hearing it's little heartbeat, the doctor had kindly took his equipment for the sonogram testing, to see how my baby was doing. The little heartbeat was heard and on the screen, appeared a blob that was slowly taking form of my child.

My eyes were glued to the screen. It's you. It's really you. "It looks to be growing fine..." Dr Carson reassured me that it was fine. That the baby was growing to be healthy and strong. Just like your father. "How has the morning sickness been?" Dr Carson asked me.

But I ignored him. As he then wiped at my stomach to clean me of the liquid he poured to see my baby, I gently tugged my shirt down and sat up in the examination chair. "I'm fine, the baby's fine, that's all that matters," I said what I thought.

Whatever was happening to me outside of this room, didn't matter and my morning sickness was being handled. "Thank you, Doctor," I thanked him before I got up and watched as he began hiding the machinery once again.

"Miss Grimes, I suggest we tell Negan as soon as possible," the doctor suggested while he began hiding away the machinery he didn't really need to use with anyone else, other than myself. When I heard this, my body tensed.

Getting up, while he stored the machine away, I was glancing at the cabinet and searching for the pregnancy test boxes. "Otherwise, he'll more than likely believe the child to be his," Dr Carson predicted what I wanted Negan to think.

When the doctor appeared, I glared at him and kept it cold, cool while I approached him. "You forget, Dr Carson," I began my threat lightly. "I'm the one who decides when and how I'll tell him. Not you. Not anyone is taking that from me," I was being stubborn about this, because I had to be.

I wasn't ready for Negan to find out. "And if you say anything, anything at all...I'll know," I warned him. "And I always keep my promises," the threat I gave him, was dark as my voice proved just how serious I was being.

Standing taller, I saw how the Doctor quivered when I threatened him. He shouldn't mess with a determined, pregnant woman. "Just like Negan, I'm everywhere Dr Carson and for your sake, you should believe it," I suggested he be smart about it.

Looking him up and down, he was a weakling of a man, too weak to actually defend himself if he was ever in a fight. He should fear me more than he fears Negan. Negan has nothing to lose but me, I have every reason to keep living and fighting.

"It's your life you'll be costing if you don't," I told him bluntly, my voice dark but serious and when I moved away from him, I felt him still tense and watching me. Opening the door, I met his gaze briefly before I closed the door. "Goodbye, Doctor," I said, as though to make him really consider his options.

Moving away from the door as I shut it behind me, I knew the Doctor must have been shitting himself after the threats I had made to him. When I got to the hall, the only ones there, were Dwight and another guy. No longer, was I being watched.

Crossing paths with Dwight, I made my way back to my room but I saw how his eyes briefly gazed at me as I walked past him. It felt like he knew something that I didn't. I met his gaze but my eyes were giving him a death glare.

These people, have no idea who they've just let into their home. They're going to pay...for everything. Everything they've done, it has a cost.


DPOV

After gathering a few things, Richard and I left to 'scavenge' together. When we walked through the woods, we stopped by a sign, where Richard looked back at me and tugged on it, showing me there was in fact, a hidden trailer home that he'd made sure no one would find.

Closing the door behind me, after using the sign to hide us again, I found Richard by a closet where he stored guns, a backpack on the door, with the name 'Katy' in glitter, written by a child, hung from it. He had a daughter. A family.

Thoughts of Kat came flooding. She was the reason I was doing this. She was the reason I needed desperately to get everyone to fight, so we could get Kat back. So I could save my family. Me and Kat, we're making a family and I have to do what I can to get it back.

As I took the gun Richard offered me, he began making cocktails of Molotov's. We stashed some things and went to a spot Richard knew the Saviors went. We were keeping our eyes out for anything that approached, be it walkers, or people.

"They ride this road. If we see cars, it's the Saviors," Richard informed me as we hid behind a few trucks and began placing our things onto the floor, propping it against the truck.

Something about this, just felt a little off. Rick will hate me if he finds out. "They've been coming in packs of two or three lately. That's why I need you. I can't take them alone," Richard explained why he needed me here.

Removing his backpack, he touched his gun before he got to one knee and began searching the bag for something. "We're gonna hit them with the guns first...and then the Molotov's. Then back to the guns until they're dead," Richard went through the plan more thoroughly this time.

"Why the fire?" I wondered why he needed the explosives now, when we could of used them for bigger groups and why he took more than what we needed.

Walking around him, something just didn't feel right. "Needs to look bad," Richard explained as he got to his feet and turned to face me. "The Saviors who discover what's left...we want them to be angry," Richard further explained.

"I left a trail from here to the weapons cache I planted, to the cabin of that someone Ezekiel cares about," Richard revealed there was someone else involved.

Richard had a plan that involved someone else, which already made me wonder who it could have been. "Who's that?" I asked him.

"It's just some loner he met. Sometimes he brings food," Richard was being far too brief and straight to the point.

If Ezekiel cared about them, why didn't they want to live with them? "Why don't they live in the Kingdom?" I asked him what I thought, because there were no reasons coming to mind as to why they lived away from the Kingdom.

Turning his back on me for a second, Richard continued to set things up. "I don't know. She lives out there, she'll die out there," Richard tried to make me believe that this person was as good as dead.

She? "It's a woman?" I asked him.

The more we talked about this loner, woman, living away from the Kingdom, the more I had reason to believe it was someone I knew and was close to. "What does that matter? She's got more balls than you and me," the way Richard described her, made me believe I knew who he spoke of.

Already I felt my heart pounding at the prospect it was Carol. "She's gonna die either way. When the Saviors come and find their buddies dead, if they know their elbow from their asshole and can follow an obvious spoor, they're gonna go to the weapons cache and then to the cabin, and they're gonna attack this woman," this was Richard's plan.

He was going to use her as emotional bait to Ezekiel. "What's her name?" I pushed for him to tell me specifically who it was.

If they killed her, Ezekiel might have fought but it would of made me fight harder and kill this guy for setting her up to die. If it were Carol. "Maybe they kill her, maybe they don't, but it's gonna show Ezekiel what he needs to do," Richard tried his best to brush it off, avoiding my question over and over again.

My breathing was shaky, heavy as my anger was building the more he spoke. "Her name," I growled firmly. "What is it?" I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

The more Richard spoke, the more he realised I knew who it was. I need to hear him say it. "She's tough. Maybe she'll live," Richard had falsely hoped but tried to be sincere about it.

I need to hear him say her name. I need to hear it. "Say her damn name!" I yelled, tired of him dodging my question over and over again.

Sighing, Richard was defeated and could no longer tip toe around my question as my anger took over. He wants to put Carol in danger? To kill her, to motivate the King to help us? That's not how it works. "Carol," Richard revealed, finally.

"I hoped you didn't know her, but I didn't think you'd care, 'cause you know what needs to happen," Richard assumed that my love for Kat, for our child, was greater than my love for the woman I saw as a mother, as my best friend.

I know wrong from right. And I won't risk my best friend for my family. There is another way. There has to be. "No," I said firmly, I wasn't going to help him or let him do this to Carol.

Walking away after I gave him my response, Richard turned to me as I went to pick up the things we had took with us. "Maybe she'll live. Look, this-this is how-this is how this could happen. This is how we can get rid of the Saviors, how we all can have a future," Richard tried desperately to convince me to do this.

Richard approached me, trying to get me to stop taking things back with me. "She's living out there on her own, just waiting to die. While the mother of your unborn child is with them, trying to help us beat them, trying to live. Don't you want to save your family?" Richard pulled one excuse for me to do this that made me want to beat him senseless.

Carol is my family. "Go to hell!" I yelled at him for trying to convince me to sacrifice my family in order to save the other. Carol deserves to live, as much as the rest of us do. There has got to be another way to get the King to fight with us.

"If we don't do anything, a hell of a lot more people are gonna die, people who want to live!" Richard yelled at me, trying to continue to convince me but none of it was working.

Even if my heart ached to have Kat back safely with me. Dropping my gun, I was ready to knock his teeth out. "You stay the hell away from Carol, you hear me?" I growled as I turned and got face to face with him.

The sound of cars approaching caught our attention. Removing my backpack, I was ready for anything. "It's them," Richard told me as he got a close look at the cars approaching us.

Richard had looked at me, his eyes were sad and apologetic. "Look, we can wait for things to go bad, we lose people...or we can do the hard thing...and choose our fate for ourselves," Richard gave me a speech he thought would move me.

Richard ain't no Rick. Or Kat. Or Michonne. Or Carol. "No," I answered him bluntly.

Then a look crossed his face, one of a clear apology in his eyes. "Sorry," Richard apologised to me before he took his gun and went to face off the Saviors.

Gabbing him by the back of his shirt, I had leapt over to him and forced him to the floor, in the process he sent his gun flying. Both of us grunting and breathing heavily the second we both fell onto the grass. Climbing over him, we struggled against each other, as he tried to force me off him.

Panting as I heard the cars approaching louder. Straddling him the second I heard the cars rolling by us, I let him go and gritted my teeth. Red. It was all I saw as I began connecting my fists to his face.

Right. Right. Left. Right. Right. Grunting from my hits, I saw Richard's face already impacted by the brutality of my punches. Blood pouring from his nose, as I must have broken it. Taking a flask of water, he slammed it into my face, knocking me off him.

I knew he was going to reach for a weapon as he would crawl to his feet. Crawling on my back, I reached for my crossbow and aimed it at him as I got up. Both of us drawing on each other as we faced each other off.

Panting from the fight, Richard's face was bloody, from the hits I'd given him and his eyes were a little wild. "There'll be more. Or those-they're gonna ride back this way later," Richard told me, like he was still planning to do this.

"We'll have another chance. But we're running out of time," after all of this, Richard still hoped I would help him. I'm not risking anyone else I love. Not Carol. Not Kat. Not Rick. Not Carl. No one.

"If you and your people want to move against the Saviors...you need to do it soon, and you need the Kingdom," as much as we needed them, Richard's method wasn't one I was willing to risk.

We already lost Glenn. Abraham. Spencer. Olivia. All to the Saviors. Kat and Eugene are captured. And my child is stuck there with them. I'm not losing Carol too. "What we have to do requires sacrifice one way or another," Richard continued. "Guys like us...we've already lost so much," Richard tried to make us the same.

I've lost a lot but I won't lose anymore because of this idiot. "You don't know me," I told him plainly. I lost my brother. Friends. I won't lose my family too.

"I know...that Carol, living on her own like that...she might as well be dead right now," Richard said those same words again. The same words that would make my blood boil. Over my dead body.

Lowering my weapon first, there was no need to keep facing each other off. He wasn't going to kill me. He needs me but I won't help him. Not for this. "She gets hurt, she dies, if she catches a fever, if she's taken out by a walker...if she gets hit by lightning," I began listing all the things that could happen to Carol, even if it were by chance.

"Anything. Anything happens to her, I'll kill you," I warned Richard. Threatening him, I only hoped he wouldn't do something as stupid as get Carol killed to start a war for the Kingdom.

It would be his fault if she died. Lowering his gun, Richard's voice shook from the tears threatening to spill. "I would die for the Kingdom," Richard told me.

If he is so willing to sacrifice someone, won't don't he just sacrifice himself then. That should prove a point, right? "Why don't you?" I was so angry, I thought that maybe him dying instead of Carol would benefit the King to push ahead. I had took a step closer to him as I said this.

Even if I thought it. I didn't mean it. He's a fighter. We need those.

Taking my things, I left him behind and went to go look for Carol. I needed to see her. I needed to get her to fight with us. I need to tell her about Kat. About Glenn. Abraham.


RPOV

Walking through metal crates for storage, through trash built walls, eventually, we came across a kind of clearing, where the walls seemed lower and the people were swarming us. Walking through them, I couldn't help but smile. Eventually, they all came to a stop, circling us and getting into a formation that kept us within the circle.

Looking at Michonne, she appeared to be confused, worried, alert. Whereas I felt hopeful and happy to have found a group, a new collective group that had weapons and people. Enough to hopefully help us take down the Saviors once and for all.

"Are you a collective, or does one lead?" a woman's voice called to us.

One of them, another woman, took hold of me and shoved me forward. "This," the woman who took me and shoved me said.

Looking behind me, at her, I gave her a bit of a look that said 'Why?' and saw another woman approach me. This must be their leader. "Hi. I'm Rick," I greeted the woman who had parted the circles that kept us enclosed and surrounded, just to meet me.

"We own your lives," the leader told me. "You want to buy them back? Have anything?" she suggested that we paid back our lives with things, like food, weapons, ammo and all kinds of things.

The fact she thought we were hers, was hilarious. We are Negan's property and we're under his debt. We can't give them anything even if we wanted to. "Well, you have one of my people. Gabriel," I informed them that there was something I wanted.

It was the whole reason we were here in the first place. We wanted to get him back. "I want to see him first. Then we can talk," was my offer to her.

The leader looked to one behind me, giving her a small nod before one of her people, the one that shoved me, left her spot and came out with one of hers and Gabriel. Seeing Gabriel in nothing but a vest and his pants, they had taken his shoes, his shirt and his collar.

Seeing him, I smiled and nodded. Maybe we can make friends out of enemies. Thanks to him. "The boat things you took got taken. Saw them, so we took the rest. And we took him," the leader told me what had happened.

"Well, then you know we have nothing to buy back our lives with," I stated that we had nothing, that they had everything. "That's what you'll have soon. Nothing. Because me and my people already belong to that group who took those supplies from the boat," I informed her.

"They're called the Saviors. They own our lives," I made it clear that she had nothing on us if she wanted to take from us like they did. "And if you kill us, he'll be taking something from them. And they will come looking," I warned her.

When the Saviors will come knocking, these people won't be safe. "You only have two options when it comes to the Saviors. Either they kill you or they own you," I laid down the facts for these people. "But there is a way out. Join us. Join us in fighting them," I offered them this in hopes they'd join our fight.

For a long minute, the leader looked into my eyes and said nothing. "No," was her answer.

Giving a gesture with her hand, the others began closing the circle, Gabriel was being dragged back to where he came from and this woman's people began attacking us. "Rosita, don't!" I heard Aaron yell before he grunted and fell to the floor.

Focused on one of the guys that approached me far too quickly for him to realise who he'd be fighting with, I took his wrist, then his arm, pulled him down and kneed him in the gut. Shoving him back, everyone else around me was fighting to keep these people back.

It was becoming chaos when I knew it didn't have to be. "Everybody, stop! Just wait!" I yelled, wanting to keep us alive rather than having to fight them all one by one.

Gabriel did something unexpected, he pushed one of them down, took their knife and took the woman who grabbed him. Holding a knife to her neck. "Let us go, or I will kill her!" Gabriel announced to everyone loudly.

The leader looked over to Gabriel like he was weak. "Away from Tamiel now," she ordered with a lot of doubt that he would kill Tamiel.

I knew Gabriel. I knew he could do it but I had hope he wouldn't. Just because he is a priest, doesn't mean he won't fight to survive now. "The Saviors, they-they have other places, other communities," Gabriel went to tell her through his stutters.

"They have things. Food, weapons, vehicles, fuel. Whatever you want, the Saviors have it," Gabriel gave her all the information she needed to get her to leave us be. The woman made another hand gesture, which made everyone stand down.

Even if I tried my best to keep everyone around us at bay, the others were still ready to keep fighting if they had to. But when the woman gestured for them to back off, we all relaxed but stayed alert in case it all went south.

"Away from Tamiel," the leader ordered again and Gabriel looked to me. Nodding, Gabriel slowly moved away, letting Tamiel go and dropping the gun. "Your words now," the leader encouraged Gabriel to keep speaking.

The confidence in Gabriel, was impressive. "If you join us and we beat them together, you can have much of what's theirs. Fighting with us, you'll be rewarded, more than you can imagine," Gabriel tried to negotiate for us.

"Want something now," the leader told Gabriel bluntly. The way they talk. It's like cavemen.

I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with people these days. Cowards like Gregory. People living in Kingdoms, being a King. Now, these people who live surrounded by trash and speak in sentences taken from a book written by Yoda.

Gabriel's eyes darted from her to me. "Rick...can do anything," Gabriel had confidence in this. "This group? They found me, here, so far from our home," Gabriel was giving confidence that we could do things others could not.

"What do you need?" Gabriel asked her. "Just tell us, we'll get it for you. We'll show you what we can do," Gabriel was bold in his words. "Now," Gabriel was firm, he was demanding.

The wind whistled in my ears. Gazing at Gabriel for a long few minutes, the leader was deep in thought before she made another hand gesture. How many signals does she have? "Tamiel, Brion..." the leader called to two of her people. "Show Rick Up Up Up," the leader ordered of her people.

Looking to the woman Gabriel held hostage, Tamiel and the man Gabriel pushed down, who I assumed was Brion, began walking over to me. Feeling a hand blide down my forearm and hold onto my hand, I knew it could only be Michonne.

"It's okay," I told Michonne, who looked at me with worry and fear. She doesn't want me to go. But I have to do it. I have to do this for all of us. For her. For Judith. For Carl. For Kat. For all of us.

Letting her go, I gave a nod to the others and followed Brion and Tamiel followed after me. I have to do this. I can do this.


MPOV

Being shoved by some of these people, we were forced to what looked like a waiting area. "Here. Sit," Gabriel encouraged of Aaron to take a seat. One of the hits he had caused Aaron to draw blood.

Taking a seat, Aaron looked around but I was worried about Rick. "Thanks. I'm okay," Aaron reassured Gabriel he was fine, even if Gabriel did take out a cloth and began dabbing at Aaron's cheek.

"Who are these people?" Rosita asked, her back to all of us as I looked around and saw these people's faces staring at us. The sound of clattering could be heard behind me. "New best friends, I guess?" Rosita mocked.

My worries, they were all with Rick. "Where are they taking him?" I asked one of them, to which, one had pointed far above our heads and to a distance. When I saw Rick, accompanied by the leader, Tamiel and Brion, I only hoped Rick was going to be safe up there.


RPOV

High above all the trash, Michonne and this woman's people all looked up at us as she had lead the way up to this hill that looked over all of their land. If you can call it land. "All of us, here since the change. We take. We don't bother," the woman spoke in sentences to me.

"Things grow harder. We open cans, sometimes inside's rotten. Time's passed. Things are changing again," the leader continued to talk words that only confused me as I tried to figure out what her words meant.

I didn't know what to say, so all I did, was listen. "So maybe we change," watching her as she spoke, her eyes never met mine during this speech. "Maybe," the leader was considering perhaps helping us win this fight as she finally looked me in the eyes. "Need to know you're real with this, that you're worth it," she stated.

Before I could respond, I felt her hand on my back before she shoved me down. Rolling down the hill, I yelled as I fell to what I thought was going to be my death.


MPOV

When I saw the woman force Rick down, it looked like he fell into a hole, to his death and my heart was pounding. Tell me he isn't dead. Please. "What did you do?!" I yelled as my heart was now thundering in my throat.

Running to get a look at anything, there were pipes, long ones that I had hope I'd see something through. Panting as I tried to see any sign of life, of Rick, the others had ran with me too to see what happened to our leader. To my lover.

Seeing Rick slowly appear to his feet, through the pipe, his face was crystal clear but too far away to help him. "Rick!" I yelled to him as he crouched in front of me.

"I'm alright," Rick reassured me he was well. That he could walk and most importantly, that he was alive. What happened next, Rick began looking for a way out and something unexpected happened. A walker, covered in metal spikes appeared once Rick caught sight of it and stumbled backwards, falling onto his back.

Feeling my heart pound, I didn't know what was going on or if Rick was finding a way out of there. "Rick!" I yelled as I felt fear take over. I want to help him but there is no way I can get to him.

Briefly, I saw what looked like a keyboard come down on the walker's metal covered head. I hated tha I couldn't see anything. All I could see was the back of the monster and hear Rick's yells. Trying to move to get a good look of it, I then came up with a way to beat it.

"The walls! Use them!" I encouraged of Rick to use the walls to bring it down, to bring the walker to a stop and hopefully, kill it. Rick had been crawling, trying to get away but the walls were too hard to climb.

Hearing my words, Rick began tugging on things, making the wall fall and trap the walker underneath it all. Rick then took something sharp and began killing the walker until the gurgles were no longer audible.

When Rick stood up, with no fear, no worries, I let out a sigh of relief but kept watching in case something else happened.


RPOV

When I finished the walker, I got to my feet and stared up the people watching me. Confident as I stayed stood up. My hand throbbing and leg a mess after the cut I had suffered from kicking it. "You believe us now?!" I yelled up at them, panting as I clenched my hand tightly shut.

Exhausted from the fight, I just wanted them to join us and to see we were worth fighting with in this battle. "Just tell us what you want...and we'll get it," I told them truthfully, needing to make a deal to make them join us in this fight.

Tossing the shard of TV glass, I waited for something. For anything. When I saw a rope get dropped down, I took this as a godsend. Using it to pull myself back to the top again. Helping myself up, because no one offered me a hand, when I got to the top, I did my best to catch my breath.

When I finally got to my feet, the leader turned to face me and stared right at me. "Guns. A lot. A lot. And then we fight your fight," the leader told me what she wanted. Letting out a chuckle as I looked down at Michonne, to my group, to Gabriel, I knew we were going to win now.

All we need now. Are those guns. The Kingdom and all of those from Hilltop and we will win. Without a doubt. We can get Kat back.


KPOV

Returning to my room, after spending a few hours with the girls, I knew I had to keep up appearances. Looking for the book with my notes in, I took it but I had dropped it by accident. Picking it up, I had noticed something different about one of the books on the shelves, it was in the wrong place and when I went to pull it out, I noticed a yellow page inside it.

Reading the message, I folded it over and considered doing as it said. Folding and unfolding the paper while I sat on the end of my bed, I deliberated everything. I deliberated leaving, believing the note and following what it said.

Eventually, I decided it wouldn't hurt me if I did try to do as it said. Leaving my room, I walked the halls alone, slowly and cautiously, I approached the room the note said I should go to. Carefully, I turned the knob and expected the worst.

If this is a test from Negan, I've already failed. Entering the room, I saw it was dimly lit and stepped into it slowly. Just when I thought that maybe, it was a lie, or that maybe, I was too late, I then felt a body come up behind me. A hand went around my waist, over my stomach and held it there.

Another hand came up to my face, to go over my mouth and silence me. My eyes widened as I soon realised that what I thought, that I was safe, was wrong. Whatever I did now, I had to be smart but I also had to protect myself and my child. What do I do now?


RPOV

Once we climbed down safely, it was me, Brion, Tamiel and the leader. The leader had come down last and stopped right in front of me. "You know we will win?" the leader asked me.

"Oh, I know it," I had no doubt about this now.

The leader looked pleased with this confidence I had about us joining forces. "After, we get half of what's won," the leader negotiated that everything we would win, she would take half of it. Little did she know, there were more of us willing to fight.

One third for us. One third for them. One third for the Hilltop. "Oh, you'll get a third," I wasn't backing down from this. "And we're taking back what you just stole from us," I made sure she realised we weren't going to let her keep our food and weapon supply.

For us, it was enough that Negan had taken whatever he wanted and left us with nothing. "Half," the leader was being stubborn.

But like Kat, I never backed down from a verbal fight. "A third," I wasn't going to let her win.

Not since I proved myself to them, after they had sneaked in and taken not just our supplies, but one of our own too. "Half," she was being persistent.

Chuckling, if she thought the third time, I'd give in, she was wrong. "A third," I wasn't going to let her take that amount when there were more of us out there, willing to fight to take it back.

How she smiled and looked at me, was nothing like Negan. She was calmer, sterner and Negan was simply far too cocky for his own good. "A third, and we keep what we stole," this was the leader's arrangement. Chuckling, I shook my head and looked at her. Firmly not accepting it this time either.

"Half of the jars, the ones we took. One time, this time," she reassured me we weren't going to have a bidding war. That she would have half of what she just took and take the deal of the third. Her smile was almost cat like. "Yes?" she questioned me. "Say yes," she encouraged me to agree to this deal.

When it came to situations like this, it made me smile and the fact we were gathering fighters, groups, to join us and help us win, I was content with that fact alone. "Yes," I answered.

"And the guns," the leader added.

Chuckling, I knew there was no way she would forget the guns. "And the guns," I repeated.

Offering me her hand, I went to shake it with my bloody hand but she quickly pulled back and changed hands. Forcing me to use my good hand to shake with hers. "Waited by the boat long time. Want something for it. So it's this. Jars and guns, guns and jars," she told me, her words were just so...confusing.

But I did pick up that she had been waiting for someone to take from the boat. "You waited for someone to get the supplies off that boat for you?" I was shocked to hear that they hadn't taken the things themselves, seeing as they were so close.

"Long time," the leader stated they hadn't taken it, but that they had waited for someone to do it for them. "We take. We don't bother," she repeated the words she told me before.

There was so much about them that I didn't understand and both fascinated me at the same time. "You had that...thing down there for someone to prove themselves?" I questioned the reason behind having the walker with spikes in the pit of the 'up, up, up' as she called it.

The woman looked perplexed at me for asking her this. "No," she answered me. "His name was Winslow," she informed me that this was either someone she knew, or a pet they kept.

"What were you gonna do with Gabriel?" there were far too many questions I wanted to ask her but something told me she was becoming irritated at the flood of questions she was getting.

The way they lived, was unlike people we had met. It was unlike people at all. Especially in the way they spoke. "Go. Deal expires. Soon," she encouraged me to leave.

Watching as the leader left with her companions following behind her, now that we had a deal, I knew we could try to be friendly with each other. "What's your name?" I called out to her.

"Jadis," the leader answered me while she looked briefly over her shoulder. Jadis. What a strange...futuristic name.


MPOV

Suddenly, once the members of the group that had been with Rick appeared, the others began dropping our weapons and left us. Waiting for Rick, I saw him come out, clutching a bloody hand closed, a rip in his pants with blood pouring from a cut and a huge smile on his face.

His eyes met mine and I realised he was happy, even if he was hurt after the fight with that walker. "We have a deal," Rick declared to us. No wonder he is happy. We can now find a way to end the Saviors. Together. And get Kat back.

Walking over to him, a huge smile on my face, he met me and wrapped his arms around me. He was careful to not get blood on me but I didn't care. He was safe and we were going to win. Hearing his chuckles, I held on and smiled to him. I felt a kiss to my forehead, but when he moved, I did my best to contain my joy as I helped him walk back to the others.

We can do this. Together. We can fight them. We can beat them. We can live. And we can get Kat back. Together.


DPOV

For a while, I had stayed close to the Kingdom, when I found the King and a few others had gone out. Following them, I kept my distance and did my best to not get spotted. Seeing tam approach a cabin, I had guessed this was the cabin Carol stayed in that Richard spoke about.

Waiting for them to leave, then a few minutes longer, in case any Saviors found her, I began making my way to Carol's door and knocked. When she opened the door and met my gaze, her mouth agape. Like she didn't expect to see me. At all.

Grasping onto my backpack strap and crossbow, I kept my eyes on her and saw how she tried to catch her breath. Her emotions as wild as mine were. Finally. A familiar face I can really trust. One I can talk to.

When she let out a sigh and a sad smile appeared, she took a few steps towards me and wrapped her arms tightly around me. Hugging her back, I let her hold on but then felt it was enough. "Okay," I told her softly, guiding her arm to let me go.

"Oh," Carol softly cried as she stuffed her hands into her pants and let a few tears fall from her eyes. I've missed her.

Carol was my best friend. Not having her around. Finding out she left, it hurt and surprised me. Now that I finally had someone back, I didn't want to let her go. I just want everything the way it was. Her. Me. Kat. All of us.

Before I could force myself to remember the two we had lost, I decided to speak up. "Jesus took us to the Kingdom," I told her. "Morgan said you just left. I was out here. I saw you," I informed her that I found my way here, even if Morgan didn't want me to find her.

"Why'd you go?" I asked her, feeling my heart break at the thought of her disappearing on us. Of her not wanting to be anywhere near people or us. It's not like her. She's stronger than this.

Carol's tears ran down her face but her eyes were glued to mine before she looked everywhere but at me. "I had to," Carol whispered. Looking down, I could understand that she was breaking, that she was afraid. Just like I had felt I had to leave to find Dwight...I get it.


RPOV

Having things given back to us, I leaned against a car and watched as Gabriel was beside me, both of us watching as these people began loading our belongings back into our truck. "I heard something when I was on watch, from inside the wall. I went into the pantry, one of them jumped me," Gabriel began telling me what happened.

"She was angry because she didn't get the supplies from the boat after all the waiting. So they made me pack up everything else," Gabriel explained it wasn't by choice but rather by force. "But she said they were at the boat, so I hoped-" Gabriel said but I had cut him off.

"No," I shook my head. "You didn't just hope. You got us here," I gave him all the credit.

Gabriel stared directly at me and then looked around. "I was beginning to lose faith," Gabriel told me, which was something I never thought I'd hear him say. "But then I saw you. And you nodded at me," Gabriel said as his eyes met mine.

"I mean, just the fact that you knew I didn't leave, that you searched and found me, that you, seeing these numbers, you seemed so... glad," Gabriel had observed how I reacted, how I knew he didn't just leave.

Looking away, I knew that things weren't always easy between us but he'd proven himself many times since the night Reg and Pete died. "We will set things right. But things are gonna get very hard before that time. We have to hold on," Gabriel preached.

"I will. Thank you," Gabriel thanked me for finding him, for giving him back that sense of hope. "What made you smile?" Gabriel asked me openly. Chuckling, I knew he'd be surprised of my answer. "What made you so...confident?"

Chuckling again, I looked to the floor before looking up at him. "Someone showed me enemies can become friends," I said the same thing he told me a while back. Taking his shoulder, he smiled and nodded at me. He was an enemy but he became a friend to us.

Glancing to Michonne, she had been listening in, tapping her fingers against her sword with a smile on her face. Looking away, acting like she wasn't listening in, made me chuckle. I think I might be falling for this woman.


MPOV

Tamiel and Brion were stood side by side as they were here to let us leave. "Guns. Soon," Tamiel warned us.

"Soon. Or else," Brion finished for her.

Placing all our boxes into our car, we were about ready to leave. "Once we get you stitched up, we'll go right back out and find the guns, right?" I asked Rick as we stood off to one side.

Aaron was the one putting things into the boot of our car. "That's right," Rick agreed with me.

"Do you have any idea where?" I wondered.

If we were going to get these people the things they needed for the deal, we needed a plan. "No, but that's never stopped us before," Rick only stated the facts. "Tara, you've been out further than any of us. At least you can tell us where not to look," Rick had called over to Tara who was helping Aaron put things in the boot of the car.

How Rick approached her, Tara was nervous, her lower lip tucked into her mouth as her fingers traced over a bracelet. "Yeah," Tara chuckled out a response. "Sure thing," Tara agreed to telling Rick everything we needed to know.

Rosita was getting more impatient every day I had been learning. She did try and kill Negan, resulting in Olivia's death and Eugene's taking. "Let's go already," Rosita encouraged us to leave this place.

"Hold-Hold on," Rick wanted to let us wait a minute longer.

Watching him hobble over to the tables and chairs, he picked up a statue of something and brought it back to us. "Why are you...?" I was confused but a smile appeared on my face as he hobbled over to me.

Chuckling, he was offering the sculpture of a cat to me. It's like the cat I took when I went to get the picture Carl desperately wanted of him, his parents and of Kat. "Because we won. And to replace the one you lost," Rick told me as he handed it to me.

Taking it, I laughed at the memory. It was when I was basically an outsider to the group. Now, I'm family. "Alright? Let's go," Rick said when he was ready, making sure all that we needed was in the boot of the car.

Getting in, we all made our way back to Alexandria. We needed to get ready for a fight. To scavenge for our new allies. We needed to free Kat.


DPOV

For the longest amount of time, we didn't talk. Carol had took her time to start a fire and had done her best to get enough food for both of us to eat. She had told me how Ezekiel, Morgan and the others kept visiting her.

Most of our conversation was light, as I wasn't ready to tell her about everything that happened. About what was happening at this very moment. "I couldn't lose anyone. I couldn't lose any of them," Carol began telling me.

"I couldn't lose you," Carol said into the fire before turning her head to look at me. I couldn't lose you either, Carol. It's why I didn't help Richard today.

I understood Carol better than she knew but I kept quiet, I listened to her. "I couldn't kill them. I could. I would," Carol knew she had the strength to but I sensed she didn't want to anymore.

Her eyes would stare at anything but rarely look over to me. "If they hurt any of our people. Any more of them, that's what I would do," Carol told me she would of killed them if she knew more of us had died. "And there wouldn't be anything left of me after that," Carol feared this more than I knew, her eyes lowered to stare into the fire.

Carol feels like a part of her keeps getting lost the more she takes lives. "The Saviors...did they come?" Carol wondered and her voice was strong.

Lowering my head, I knew my answer and I knew there was no way I could lie to her. "Yeah," I answered her. They came and they took more than she knew.

Seeing her, she looked so lost, so afraid. Her eyes didn't meet mine until she sat up and turned to look at me. "Did anyone get hurt?" Carol asked, her eyes beginning to pool with tears as worry took over her. "Is everybody okay?" Carol had a need to know if everyone was alive and well.

But I noticed, Carol's voice was breaking the more she tried to hold herself together. She can't stand losing any more of us. If I tell her...she'll break and want to fight. She'll hate herself because of me. "Did the Saviors..." Carol was fighting through her tears as they streamed, her hand came up to cover her mouth.

It was like she already expected bad news the minute I told her they found us. "Is everybody back home okay?" Carol pleaded to know how we all were. "Daryl..." Carol begged me to say something.

Wiping at her face, I knew I had two choices. I could lie, sparing her the heartbreak, the anger and the fact she'd hate herself for killing the Saviors for what they did. That she'd do all she could to help us get Kat, who was pregnant, back to us.

Or I could tell her the truth and this would only cause every bad thing I'd want to prevent, to happen. I can't let them hurt her in anyway. Emotionally, mentally or physically. "They came. We got them all. Made a deal with the rest of them, like Ezekiel," I lied to her.

Sobbing with joy, Carol seemed happy with this outcome. She needs to smile. She doesn't need to know. "Everyone's alright. Everyone's alright," I repeated but hated myself for lying to her. Sniffling and sighing to herself, she cleaned up her face of her tears.

Clearing my throat, I was holding back telling her that Kat was pregnant too. Because part of me sensed Carol would want to one day see her but learn that I lied. That Kat was at the Sanctuary and held captive. Even if I just wanted to tell her.

I'm going to be a father. I'm happy and scared that I'll do a terrible job. If I told Carol, I know she'd congratulate me and be happier but she'd want to save Kat the moment she found out Kat was held captive willingly. "We gonna eat or-or I got to be a king or something to get food around here?" I asked Carol as I averted my gaze from her and to the table.

Carol let out a few chuckles and sniffles. "Shut up," Carol whispered before she checked the food, took it and carried it to the table. Her chuckles were faint as she began serving us the food she had stored away.

"Ezekiel...is he okay?" I had been meaning to ask Carol.

Her eyes met mine, they were a little shy at the mention of Ezekiel and I realised that maybe, there was something there between them. "Yeah, I think he is," Carol answered me. If she trusts him, so will I.

Digging in, we both talked about those back home, about what happened to her when she was out there. Carol had asked me about Maggie, about Glenn, about Rick, Michonne and Kat. All of which, I had done my best to stay close to the truth all night as I lied to her.

Before it could get too dark, I gathered my things and made my way out. Carol stood by the door and watched as I walked out the door. About to leave and not turn back, I had to. She's my best friend. The one I went through so much with.

I hated having to leave her, but if it was what she wanted, I wasn't going to force her to leave with me. Turning back, I saw she had her hands in her pockets as she watched me go. Speeding back over to her, I pulled her in for one final hug.

Resting my face into her shoulder, her face hid into my neck before I pulled back. She's the only one who truly understands me. She's family to me. "Watch out for yourself, alright?" I asked of her to be careful. Especially if Richard did something stupid on his own.

Leaving, I needed to get back to the Kingdom to prepare myself to talk to someone. Being there, I realised I needed to be somewhere that I felt I belonged. I needed to be with people I could really trust. I need to go back to the Hilltop.


RPOV

Finding Carl back home, looking after Judith, I had quickly gone to get stitched up but when I was done, I went straight home to Carl and Judith. When I got in, Carl rose to his feet and hoisted Judith up a little more, so that she was resting on his hip properly. "What happened?" Carl asked me.

He noticed my hands, my leg and the fact I had been gone longer than I expected us to be gone. "We made a deal, took a bit of convincing and negotiating but..." I explained, showing him my wounds a little, I wanted to pick up Judith but the hole I made in my hands, the stitching, I couldn't put too much pressure on them.

Carl's eyes looked up at me proudly, but with concern behind them. My eyes were glued to Carl but they'd glance to Judith. "We've got more people to help us, to join us in the fight," I reassured him that everything I went through, was worth it.

Finally, the odds were in our favour. "The Kingdom will help us too, and those from the Hilltop, they'll fight with us and they can do it without Gregory," Carl spoke with confidence of those who said no now, but would say yes soon.

Silence fell over us for a few moments. "We'll get Kat back," Carl was sure of this. He was confident we'd get his sister back and his niece or nephew back eventually.

Glancing at Judith, I then realised Kat would soon be holding her own child. If we got her out of there before Negan would realise Kat's kid wasn't his. "Yeah," I agreed with Carl. I have to have hope. For Kat, for Carl and my grandchild. "We will," I nodded once silence passed for a few seconds. We'll get her back.


DPOV

By the time I got back to the Kingdom, anyone I had wanted to talk to before, were asleep or on patrol. The only one who was awake, was Shiva, Ezekiel's pet tiger that was grunting as she circled around in the cage.

Morgan slowly approached me as I stared at the beautiful beast. Myself, I knew what it was like to be trapped in a cage, many times, to be powerless but seeking to be free. We were both wild at heart. "Well, you're good with her. Ezekiel will be impressed," Morgan said when he saw me with her.

Shiva noticed I didn't fear her as I sat close to her cage. Letting out a soft scoff, I looked to Morgan then back to the tiger. "Well, figure any guy that has a pet tiger can't be that bad," I remarked about the King. "He's okay by Carol," I revealed to Morgan I had found her.

Morgan's face quickly changed when he realised what I'd just said. "Yeah, I found her, out in that little house," I made sure to be specific of where I found her, to let him know I knew exactly where she was and that I spoke to her.

Morgan began approaching me slowly. "Look, what I said...when I said she just..." Morgan was clearly struggling for words. "Went away...it's what she told me to do," Morgan explained himself to me.

Luckily for him, I had already spoken to Carol about it. She had told me everything. "No, I get it," I understood he was only keeping his word to her. "We need the Kingdom. You got to make that happen," I tried to convince Morgan to get through to the King.

At least, before Richard could do something stupid. "I'm sorry. I mean, I- I really am, but, uh...it can't be me," Morgan was nervous, he didn't want to be the one to tell the King to change his mind, he had shook his head before the words flew out of his mouth. If he doesn't, then no one will.

Sighing while I got to my feet, I needed to make my point known to him. "Look, whatever it is you're holding on to...it's already gone, man," I wanted to sympathise with him but the world, it was dying and it was changing far too quickly.

If he had met us when we got to Alexandria, I might of preached the same thing but now, after what Negan did to us, after what Dwight did to me, I didn't believe any of it. "Wake the hell up," I tried to get him to open his eyes to the truth.

Picking up my things, I turned my back on him for just a second. "You're the same as me, Daryl," Morgan thought he had me figured out.

"You don't know shit about me," I growled at him as I turned to face him.

He knows nothing about me. About Rick. About any of us. He's had his eyes so blurred to the dream he told himself, that he didn't notice any of us. "No, I do," Morgan argued with me. "'Cause you didn't tell Carol what happened. You didn't, 'cause she'd be here otherwise. And I'm glad for that," Morgan appreciated the fact I didn't want to see Carol break any more than she had.

Mention of Carol had made my heart sink. Carol didn't need to know. It would motivate her to do things she didn't want to. I couldn't do that to her. "See, we're all holding on to something," Morgan said, his eyes looking away from me before the tiger beside me grunted.

Her head got closer to my hand that was by her cage, her eyes glued to it. Bringing my hand into the cage, she leaned into my touch and her fur was soft under it. Another Kat that likes me.

Removing my hand slowly, I met Morgan's gaze. "I'm going back to Hilltop in the morning and getting ready," I informed him as I walked past him and went to my room. I'm going to get some sleep. Then I'm heading back to Maggie, Sasha and Enid.


KPOV

Reading the same yellow page, the page itself, was something I hadn't expected and now, I had a lot to think about. The encounter I had, was one out of my imagination. Flipping the page, turning the edges in on it and out, opening it, closing it, I was considering everything.

So far, the Sanctuary proved to be somewhere I felt either alone or surrounded by people on my side. My foot was bouncing, my emotions running wild and my mind going in circles. I need to see him. I need to know how everyone was. I need to know if it was true.

Getting out of my room, I sneaked past halls and eventually, found myself in front of his door, or at least, it should have been his door. Knocking on it, I waited for the door to swing open and when I saw him stood there, it was as though he was shocked to see me.

But he was also blankly gazing at me. I couldn't tell anything by just looking at his face.

Eugene appeared to me, stood at his room door and alone in his room. "Hi..." I greeted him, but he kept very deadly still. I wanted to talk to him, to ask him about everything, to know what happened and if my family were truly safe.

I need to know, everything. All of it. Eugene has to help me.


DPOV

Bright and early, I got myself cleaned up, changed into some new clothes and took my things, had something quickly to eat and left through the gates of the Kingdom. The King did try to convince me to stay but once I was set, he realised there was nothing that could change my mind.

Morgan had been stood by the gates, watching me leave, while Richard looked on from a balcony. I looked back only once, to see Morgan. I hope you change his mind. As I kept walking, I needed to get to the Hilltop, to Maggie, to Sasha and Enid. To people I knew I could trust and who cared for me.

We're going to figure out a way to bring Kat back. We're going to find a way to beat the Saviors. With or without the Kingdom...


A/N: Here is the next chapter. I know the Kat scenes are fairly brief, but there is a lot going on in the background that you don't know is happening right now. I have done this on purpose, as the next chapter, is one that's going to be intense when it comes to Kat scenes by the dozen.

What is happening with Kat, will all be explained in the next few chapters. There is a lot she has to do now. Which, you'll see happening soon enough. Time line might feel a little odd in the next few chapters but Eugene has already more or less settled down at the Sanctuary by the time Kat goes to visit him.

I seriously can't wait for you to see the next chapter. Prepare your Halsey playlist. For the next chapter, it's going to be Control. Because...who is in control?

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