A/N Sorry for the wait guys! Have been working on some other stuff recently such as RP's.

Steps could be heard as Negan's mud covered boots stepped beyond the top of the hill, light shining from the setting sun. Rick was not too far behind, staring forward as he stepped just behind Negan.

"What now?" Rick said with a hollow voice, a bit of grumble to it

Negan stared forward, light lower now, just shining through the cracks of the 1911 pistol he held.

"We bury him." He simply said, smiling slightly, be even he couldn't bare to laugh at this, he could however laugh at Rick's stupidity.

He turned around slowly, as he chuckled. "Oh, you thought we were gonna enter Hilltop? So your friends could help you? What do you think I'm stupid Rick?!" He said getting lowder, but then lowering his voice.

"Well I ain't." He said with almost a whisper.

"I'll respect your burial choices, with Alexandria being in ash and all. Your friends are here. I get that... I really do." Negan said with a huff.

"But this hill, overlooking Hilltop? This is as close as we'll get, a nice view, and a nice setting. Can see Hilltop from here, hell, can walk to Hilltop from here, your friends will find him eventually, at least the grave, we'll label it an all..." He said, with a melancholy tone of voice.

Rick jsut stared forward, not saying a word.

"Okay." Negan said. "It's settled then."

Rick was trying to thin, but couldn't, he had to get out of this, for Carl. But he had to mourn, now wasn't the time, but, he had to.

He stared forward as Negan and his men prepared Carl against a stone, Negan taking out a wooden stake, and a wooden board he started to nail into it right in front of Rick. Negan shook his head as he looked at Rick. "Look at you, Rick. You are a mess. Understandably, but, man... you're yes are going red, sweat dripping off your face, you don't need to wear a suit but, this is your son's funeral." He paused. frowning "After all."

Negan finished by engraving a message into the wooden boar,d now nailed like a cross. his eyes wandered up to Rick as he carved. "What? I would have you do it, but ugh, I don't know if I want to trust you with sharp objects, after all the, ugh, incidents." He smiled. 'That we've experienced." He continued carving and then finished, blowign the board and wiping it of any wood shavings. He held it up in front of Rick. "Well Rick, what do you think!?" He said with enthusiasm. It read...

'To the boy who didn't make it, the biggest potential lost since the world went to shit, Carl Grimes. Love, Uncle Negan.'

He smiled as he stuck it in the ground and his men started to dig.

Negan crouched in front of Rick. Sighing and putting a hand on his shoulder, as Hilltop remained under normal operations, smoke seen from the settlement into the horizon, out of the situation. "So, you'd better get to it, one of us is going to have to do it, my men shouldn't, and as I said before, we sure as hell shouldn't make him do it."

Negan went to point at Carl, who was missing.

"What the hell?" Negan said as his face morphed with shock. 'Where the hell is he?!" he said, getting almost angry.

Rick stared at the blank area against the rock where Carl once laid. Confused, looking both ways.

"Did he turn into a walker and walk away, what the FUCK?"

He paused as he turned to his men, gripping his bat, and holstering his gun. "None of you saw him leave? Well, fuckin' find him! And keep an eye on this one..." He pointed at Rick. "Don't want to have two ghosts on our hands." Negan said with a straight face as he walked forward. He turned to Rick. "These assholes always fuck something up... need to do almost everything myself nowadays. We need to find your boy, or he's gonna die alone out there... I thought he was smart, but what the fuck is he doing?" Negan said shaking his head.

'He's trying to get away from you." Rick said simply. "No matter what." He stood there still staring straight ahead. But now somehow feeling a glimpse of hope. "I would too, difference is, I would kill you first, and I still am going to." Rick said, still barely moving. "Hey, don't forget where you are and what's going on Rick, watch what you say, this is no nightmare, but it WILL feel like one if you continue like this." Negan said as he gripped his bat, and then and then screamed a she hit the ground.

Screams echoed throughout the valley as Carl stumbled through it... catching his breath as he looked back. He needed to help his dad.

Long story short, Carl got a second wind, just as he was closing his eyes, feeling like he was about to turn as Negan was carving his freaking grave, he opened his eyes, and felt better than he has felt in months. He was surprised, and still has no idea what is or was going on, but he used the opportunity to escape, as everyone wasn't paying attention, and focusing on his dad, as they figured he was pretty much already on his way out, which he was, until it hit him, and some freak adrenaline boost made him look at his arm, which was still bitten, but looked as if it was months healed at this point. He closed his eyes as he rolled down the side of the hill, towards Hilltop, trying to see if he could get help, he did it as silently as he could and started to stumble towards it, he was still on the outskirts when he looked back at Negan screaming and seemingly ordering his men around, his dad still standing idly in place.

Carl turned around to head towards Hilltop as he heard a clicking noise, and as he moved his eyes up he nearly slammed his face into the end of a rifle barrel. "Ugh, hi there." Is all he could mutter, voice still strained from the lack of using it for hours.

It was a girl, tall, dark hair, and angry. She had a serious expression on her face as she pressed the rifle's barrel into Carl's head. She didn't say anything for a few seconds as she rolled her eyes.

"Hi, I'm gonna take you back with me to camp, we're trying to get by this settlement, whatever it is, unseen, we're all the way from Texas, trying to get back after a major supply run went bad, I shouldn't even be telling you this, but you seem like you're in bad shape."

Carl looked it, but he felt fantastic.

"My name's Alicia." She said as she aimed the rifle down, and started to eye him for weapons.

A/N Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it! Originally was going to call this chapter 'Fear' but decided Immune meant more.