Set during 7x03 "The Cell."

Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality

Kissing death and losing my breath

Midnight hours cobble street passages

Forgotten savages, forgotten savages

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone

Let her find her way to a better place

Broken dreams and silent screams

Empty churches with soulless curses

We found a way to escape the day

"Bones" – Ms Mr

Chapter 14: Part I — Kissing Death

"Amelia Corinne Monroe."

She looked up as Negan walked into his room, which was where she had been taken right after he was done with his show of force in the garage. But he was wrong. She had always gone by Mia. Just Mia. Negan never cared about that, though. To him, she was always going to be Amelia Monroe. She realized a while back that attempting to correct him was a futile effort.

"Simon said you've stayed true to your promise so far," Negan told her as he sat beside her on the bed. Mia kept her hands fisted in her lap, her nails digging into her skin instead of his. She couldn't react to him. Negan needed to believe that she wasn't going to fight back. "You haven't fought him or tried to leave."

"I told you I wouldn't," Mia retorted, unable to stop the irritation from seeping into her voice. "I keep my promises."

"Good." Negan easily ignored her tone. "Now, I think that we should lay down some rules."

"Fine," Mia huffed and tipped her head, her hair spilling over one shoulder.

"Rule number 1: Don't fucking interfere with anything that goes on. You are here as a guest and that's it." Somehow, Mia managed to hold back a scoff. Negan rubbed his beard for a moment before continuing. "Rule Number 2: You will not go anywhere without an escort. You can choose from my generals. I don't give a flying fuck who it is."

"Okay," Mia said, forcing herself to unlock her clenched jaw.

"Rule Number 3: You will be staying with Dwight during your visit. You will sleep in his bed and he'll sleep on the floor to keep an eye on you, and in return we'll make sure Daryl has some clothes and at least two meals a day," Negan said, causing Mia to shoot him a look. He smiled at her as he went on. "I want to trust you, Amelia, but I can't. Not yet, anyways. You'll get your own room once I know I can rely on you not to do anything stupid. We'll also be spending a lot of time together so you can think of yourself as my personal companion. If you can handle that then we have a deal."

Mia didn't have to think about her options for too long. Dwight had killed Denise and seriously injured Daryl, but this was his wellbeing Negan was talking about. This was a matter of her family's safety and she would always put that above her own feelings. "If I can see Daryl at least once a day then I will…" Mia swallowed her hatred "…room with Dwight."

Negan narrowed his eyes at her before looking up at Simon who was standing by the door. Mia didn't have to turn around to know that Simon approved. Negan returned his gaze to Mia and smirked as he held out a hand towards her. "Deal."

"Deal." Mia grabbed his hand and gave it a single shake before releasing. She didn't even want to be in the same room as Negan, let alone be his personal companion. Mia wanted to punch him, kick him, hurt him, kill him, but she couldn't do that while she and Daryl were in the Sanctuary. She was going to have to be patient and wait. She was willing to do that… for the sake of her family.

"We'll get you some clean clothes and the doctor can take a look at your wrists," Negan said as he stood up. Mia followed in suit and grabbed his arm before he could try to leave.

"I want to see Daryl," Mia told him firmly. "Now."

Negan wet his lips as they curled into a smirk. "Fine. We'll bring him here."

"Simon," Negan said without looking away from Mia. "Get our friend Daryl some clothes and bring him in here."

Mia heard the door open and close behind her, refusing to break her eye contact with Negan. The look in his eyes scared her, but he couldn't let him know that. He leaned down closer to her and smiled even wider. "You don't scare easily. It's hot."

"I've done and seen things you wouldn't believe," Mia told him. "I've lost things you can never understand. I'm not scared of you because I don't think you're the worst this world has to offer. I believe the worst has yet to come so I'm saving my fear for that. You—you're just a bump in the road."

Mia locked every muscle, tensing up so she wouldn't shake as Negan stared down at her, searching for the lie she kept well-hidden. But the desire in his eyes made her quiver anyways. He took her face in his disturbingly soft hands, both thumbs tight under her jaw, inches away from her jugular.

His kiss hurt worse than the torture she had once endured.

The feeling of his lips moving against hers was the worst kind of violation. But for him, for what Mia needed from him, she kept her hands fisted at her sides. She pictured her fingernails digging into his flesh, but somehow refrained from actually tearing at his skin. He had to believe that she was compliant, that she didn't completely and utterly despise him. Negan's feelings for her was the only thing that could truly keep Daryl safe. She kept her jaw locked, however, unable to find the nerve in her to kiss him back. Mia was hyperaware that she was on thin ice. One wrong move could cost Daryl—could cost their entire family everything.

Negan wrapped an arm around her waist and he deepened the kiss. Mia hoped he couldn't feel her skin crawl beneath his fingers. It was only when she heard the door open that Mia turned her head away and faced the door, aggressively fighting the urge to wipe the ghost of Negan's kiss from her lips. She let out a heavy sigh as her gaze scanned Daryl. He was dirty, bloody, and obviously exhausted. It looked like he had been beaten an inch from death.

"I'll leave you two alone," Negan said before walking out of the room with Simon on his heels.

The second the door shut behind them, Mia went to Daryl and wrapped her arms around him in a much-needed hug. She felt him tense at first, but after a moment he relaxed and hugged her back tightly. It was as if she was his lifeline and he was afraid to let go. In this unfamiliar environment, they were all each other had and if Mia could do anything to stop it she wasn't going to let him slip through her grasp. Mia rested her chin on his shoulder as he gripped the base of her neck, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She only let him go when he loosened his hold on her.

"What did they do to you?" Mia asked quietly as she inspected the bruises and cuts on his face.

"Tried to escape," Daryl murmured. "It was a trap, and when I wouldn't submit to that asshole, he had his goons beat on me."

Mia let out a deep breath as she traced a cut on his cheek gingerly. Her brown eyes met his. "I'm so sorry, Daryl. I made a deal with Negan that should help you, but I'm going to find a way to get you out of here, okay? Just try to hang in there."

"I can handle this pansy-ass torture," Daryl mumbled.

Mia wet her lips and cocked her head to the side. "I know you can."

"What did you have to give him?" Daryl asked after a moment of silence.

"It doesn't matter." She didn't want him to blame himself for her decision. "All that matters is that I am going to do whatever it takes to make this easier for you."

"Don't," Daryl said. "Don't give him what he wants just for me. I told you, I can handle whatever they throw at me."

"Negan is a sadistic sociopath," Mia responded in a hushed whisper. She knew they were surrounded by sharks that were searching for a reason to attack. They were probably waiting on the other side of the door as they spoke. "He doesn't care what it costs. He will break your mind, body, and soul if he has to. It doesn't matter if you think you can take it. You're family and I'm not going to let family suffer like that. If I can spare you from some pain, I'll do whatever he asks and I won't regret—"

"What else is he having you do?" Daryl asked, cutting her off. Mia met his gaze and sighed. She knew Daryl wouldn't give up until he knew what his safety cost her.

"I have to room with Dwight and be a companion for Negan," When Daryl gave her a look, she continued. "I'm not going to let him do anything. I would never sleep with him willingly and Negan doesn't allow rape so I don't have to worry about him forcing himself on me. I hate that I have to pretend not to loathe Negan and everyone else here, but I'm willing to do it if it means you get to go home eventually and I will never regret making that deal."

Daryl stepped towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're stronger than you think, Mia. Don't let him take that from you."

"I won't," Mia promised. The door opened a moment later and Daryl dropped his hand to his ribs. She hadn't even noticed that he was hurt there.

"Times up," Simon said as he walked into the room. He looked at Mia as he took a hold of Daryl. "Negan said that I can escort you around if you like."

Mia exchanged a look with Daryl before meeting Simon's gaze again. "Uh, sure. Thanks."

"I'll be back soon," Simon said and walked out of the room with Daryl, shutting the door behind him.

Mia ran her fingers through her hair as her gaze fell upon the doorknob. She walked up to the door and reached a hand out towards the handle. Her palm hovered above it for a moment before she let out a heavy sigh and curled her fingers into a fist. Negan was eager to find a reason to show how much control he had over Mia and Daryl. If she broke a rule he would probably take that as reasonable motive to beat the crap out of Daryl again… or worse.

She dropped her arm to her side and thought back to the past night and everything she'd watch unfold. One moment they were a group who had everything they needed and the next they were nothing. Abraham, with his red hair and unfiltered mouth, was dead. Glenn, the man who had never killed a living person until the Saviors came into their lives, was dead, too. Two perfectly healthy men turned into brutalized, lifeless corpses in a matter of minutes. Maggie and Sasha were left without the men they loved and Maggie's baby was left without a father.

Mia inhaled sharply when she remembered Maggie's baby. She hoped that the child was okay, that they made it to the hilltop and Dr. Carson managed to save the baby. Maggie needed that baby just as much as Mia needed her family to be safe and well. Negan had taken her sense of safety from her, though. In return Mia was going to make sure that his empire would fall. She swore to herself that she wouldn't rest until she found a way to avenge the dead.

After Simon returned, he escorted her around the compound. He told her that it was a factory before the outbreak and had turned out to be the perfect place for a base of operations. Mia remained relatively silent as Simon showed her the gardens, the marketplace, and the sleeping quarters. She met several other Saviors during her tour, including most of Negan's wives and Dr. Carson. They seemed almost normal, but she couldn't trust any of them. They were all Negan in her eyes.

"Well, that's the end of the tour," Simon said as he led her into Negan's room. Mia sighed when she saw the outfit on the bed: a short black dress and a pair of heels.

"I'm not wearing this," Mia said as she picked up the dress and shoes. She shoved them into Simon's arms and smirked lightly. "Tell Negan that I'm not one of his wives. Either he can get me some real clothes or…"

"Or what?" Simon asked with a raised eyebrow, amused.

Mia shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed. She bowed her head as she ran her fingers through her hair, sighing before looking up at Simon. "I don't know. I don't have much leverage here."

"I'll get you something more appropriate," Simon said. "The dress was Negan's version of a joke."

"That's fucking hilarious," Mia said quietly. She waited on the bed while Simon was gone. He returned a few minutes later with a pair of dark-washed jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt. He also had a towel and brush in his hands.

"Negan wanted you to use his private shower to clean yourself up," Simon said. "No one will bother you in there."

"Okay," Mia said cautiously. She took the clothes from his hands and he led her to the separate bathroom, unlocking the door for her. Mia hesitated to walk inside, though.

"I'll lock the door once you go in and wait here for you to finish," Simon told her as he handed her the towel and brush. "I'll make sure you won't be interrupted by anyone."

"Not even Negan?" Mia asked pointedly.

"He's dealing with a situation. And if he gets back before you're done, he won't join you if you don't want him to."

"I don't," Mia stated bluntly.

She walked into the bathroom and Simon closed the door behind her. She waited until she heard the lock engage before she put the clothes on the hamper beside the shower and tossed the towel over the door. She placed the brush inside, undressed, and stepped into the shower. Her body shivered when her feet landed on the cold ceramic floor. Mia turned the dial, old and metallic, to hot. It released thousands of cold beads of water so she waited for it to warm before stepping under the stream.

The water rushed over her, darkening her hair and cascading down her back, rinsing off all the dirt and blood from the past couple days. She used the soap to wash herself and cleaned her hair with the shampoo and conditioner that was already in the shower. She worked out the tangles with the brush and even washed her face while she was in there. Afterwards, she dressed in the clothes Simon had given her and wrapped her hair in a towel. She tossed her dirty clothes into the hamper. Simon unlocked and opened the door once she knocked on it a few times. She kept the brush with her as he guided her back to a furnished room.

Mia knew that she shouldn't have been surprised to find Negan waiting inside. He was sitting on the single bed pushed up against the wall. Lucille was lying on the bed next to him. Mia looked over her shoulder when the door shut behind her. Simon was gone, leaving her alone with Negan. He was smirking when she looked back at him. That damn smirk.

"How do you like my shirt?" Negan asked and Mia sighed. It was pretty loose on her so she knew it was probably a men's shirt, but she didn't even consider that it came from Negan's own wardrobe.

"It's too big," Mia told him as she rolled her head to the side, unraveling the towel from her hair and catching it in her hands. She tossed it onto one of the chairs and started to brush her damp hair as she walked around the room. It had been dark outside for some time now so she knew that he was expecting her to go to sleep soon, but she wouldn't go near that bed until he was gone. "And the tag's itchy."

"Here," Negan said and Mia slid a glance in his direction. In his hands was a pair of pajama pants and a change of socks. "Denim isn't the most comfortable material to sleep in."

Mia took the pants and socks and removed her own boots and socks. She looked at Negan before she even considered changing her pants. He put his hands over his eyes and turned his back to her.

"I won't look," Negan said. "Scout's honor."

Mia kept her eyes on him as she took off her jeans and started to pull on the pajama pants. "You can only say that if you were actually a Boy Scout."

"I don't think it's a requirement," Negan retorted.

"Whatever," Mia huffed once she was done changing. She bundled up her new clothes in her arms. "I'm done."

"You can put those on the chair," Negan said, gesturing to the pants and socks. She threw them onto the leather recliner and folded her arms over her chest.

Negan stood up and approached her slowly as if he was afraid she'd get spooked and run. He lifted his hand to push a stray hair out of her face. "You really are beautiful."

Mia glared at him. "Don't."

Mia tried to think of other things as he stared down at her hungrily, things that would calm her nerves, but her mind turned immediately to Rick. She remembered what he looked like the morning after Negan's show of force. The man who was once confident and kind yet ruthless to his enemies had been terrorized into submission. Negan broke him and Mia couldn't be there to help him pick up the pieces. That's one of the things she regretted the most.

"I met Dwight's ex-wife today," Mia told Negan quietly and turned her head away.

She knew he was smiling. "Isn't she hot?"

Mia rolled her eyes. "Sure."

"She's one of my favorite wives."

"How did they end up back here?" Mia asked. "Daryl said that they made quite an effort to stay out of your reach and they, what, just decided to come back?"

"They came back willingly and begged for mercy," Negan explained. Mia narrowed her eyes at him. "I was going to kill Dwight until Sherry agreed to marry me if I spared him. So, I decided a lesser punishment was called for."

"The iron," Mia whispered. When Negan raised an eyebrow at her she added. "You told me about it during one of our talks and when I saw him in the woods, I just knew."

"Yeah. It seems to be the best way to teach these guys a lesson. You remove their fingernails, they stay strong. You cut them up, they stay strong. But when you melt half of their face off, they tend to lose their shit. Sometimes, literally."

Mia turned her head slightly to look at him. He laughed under his breath and ran a hand over the left side of her face slowly, allowing one of his fingers to catch on her bottom lip. "I would never damage a pretty face like this… but Daryl on the other hand." Mia held his gaze, silently daring him to finish the threat. "He's not as good-looking as you. He would recover… eventually. But not until he submitted." She stepped back and folded her arms over her chest. Without her participation, the conversation came to a quick end.

"Goodnight, Amelia," Negan told her. He grabbed Lucille off the bed and towered over Mia. "Sleep well."

Negan kissed her on the forehead before he left her alone in the room. She waited until he shut the door behind her to sit on the bed. Mia let out a heavy sigh as she leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees and burying her face in her hands.

"I got you some food," Dwight announced as he entered the room. Mia looked up and saw that the older man was carrying an apple, water bottle, and some kind of sandwich. She stood up and bit her lip as she stared at the food. Dwight held them out to her. "You haven't eaten since before we caught you. Tomorrow's going to be a long day. You'll need your strength."

Mia met his blue eyes and nodded, sighing reluctantly. "Thanks."

Dwight walked over to the chair that Mia had put her towel and clothes on and moved them onto the table. She sat down on the bed as he sat on the chair and started to eat the food he had brought her.

"You remind me of her," Dwight admitted and Mia looked up at him. He was staring at the floor, avoiding her gaze. She clutched the plate in her hands and nodded, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

"I know," Mia murmured.

"Negan's testing us both," Dwight continued. He looked at her, but Mia couldn't identify the emotion in his eyes. "That's why you're here."

Mia wet her lips and nodded again. "Makes sense."

The room remained silent until Mia finished her meal. She threw her trash in the wastebasket and laid down on Dwight's bed. He lied on the hard ground without a blanket or pillow. For reasons unknown to Mia, she offered him her pillow and blanket, but he refused to accept them.

"I don't need them," Dwight murmured before he turned over so his back was facing her. Mia sighed and rolled onto her back. She stared at the ceiling until sleep dragged her into darkness.

Amelia woke suddenly, everything in high definition. Her eyes took in every ray of light and without a doubt she knew she slept for too long. Dwight was already gone when she got out of bed. She didn't know when her escort would arrive so she quickly changed her pants. The door opened as she was pulling on her boots. Negan was already dressed in his usual attire with Lucille hanging at his side. He smirked and walked in front of her.

"When can I see Daryl?" Mia asked before he could say a word.

Negan narrowed his eyes at her. "I decide when you see Daryl."

He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. She thought she'd be by his side the entire day, but she was grateful that he was giving her space. Mia folded her arms over her chest and rolled her head back on her shoulders. She decided to stretch her arms and legs to pass the time. It was no surprise that Simon was the one who came to the room.

"Do you know what he has planned for today?" Mia asked.

"I do," Simon answered.

"But you're not going to tell me, are you?"

"Negan doesn't want you to know yet."

"I assume the sooner I get out there the sooner I'll find out," Mia said as started towards the door.

"After you," Simon said with a gesture.

Mia walked out of the room and followed him down the hall. He opened the door that led outside and she stepped through the doorway. Her expression fell when she saw what was awaiting her in the yard.

The first thing she noticed was Daryl and a teenager kneeling in the center of the lot. Negan was the next person she noticed. He was standing behind the two men with Lucille in one hand and a small pocketknife in the other. Mia's gaze scanned the large crowd that surrounded them before looking back at Negan. The wide smirk plastered on his face told her he was about to do something sadistic.

"Amelia Corrine Monroe," Negan greeted loudly enough for everyone in the yard to hear. "Welcome to the show… or rather, the execution."

Mia swallowed her initial uncertainty and clenched her fists at her sides. She took a deep breath and uncurled her fingers slowly. She continued to take deep breaths as she looked at Daryl. He was exhausted, that was plain to see. He had on the same clothes from the previous day and it was obvious he hadn't been allowed to shower. Mia tried to tell him it was going to be okay, but she knew she couldn't get the message across with just a look. She glanced up at Negan and wet her lips before speaking.

"What are you doing, Negan?" Mia asked calmly.

"Well, I think I just told you, Amelia," he said. He gestured to Daryl and the other young man and chuckled. "It's an execution."

"You're lying," Mia said with feign confidence. "If you kill Daryl, Rick will never work for you."

"I think he would," Negan told her as he walked around Daryl and the unnamed teen and stepped in front of her. "If he didn't, I'd just kill another one of your people. If that doesn't work, I'd kill someone else and so on and so on. But that's not even important since I'm not going to be the one doing the killing."

Mia didn't have to ask to know what he meant. She exchanged a quick look with Daryl and pursed her lips. "I'm not killing Daryl. I'd rather die."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Negan said. He walked back around Daryl and the younger man. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I completely forgot to explain the options, didn't I, Simon?"

"You did," Simon said from behind her. Mia held her breath as Negan waited to continue.

"This is Henry. Henry, here, committed several infractions against our community yesterday," Negan explained as he grabbed the younger man by the shoulders. "The penalty is death, but with Daryl here I've decided to make things a little more fucking interesting. You see, one of these men are definitely going die today. Daryl will be taken back to Alexandria and we'll have Rick cut him into pieces while your community watches or Henry will be beaten to death right here in front of his mother."

Mia glanced over her shoulder when Negan gestured behind her. She didn't have to search for Henry's mother. The woman was in tears, crying quietly as she watched the events leading up to her son's death.

"Now, the other option," Negan started, "is that you take this knife, kill one of them, and the other will be spared."

Mia exhaled slowly and looked between the two people kneeling in front of her. She met Negan's gaze again. "Did Daryl actually do something to deserve this?"

"He tried to escape again," Negan said as he moved behind Daryl. "And when I gave him a chance to get out of this, he decided not to do what I asked."

"And what was that?"

"Join us," Negan answered with a smile.

Mia clenched her teeth as she took a deep, calming breath. She looked down at Daryl and he met her gaze. "Did that actually hap—"

"Nope!" Negan shouted calmly. "You don't talk to him and he doesn't talk to you or he definitely dies. You have to make your decision without them clouding your judgment."

Mia glanced around as she took several deep breaths. She felt like she was about to explode. Negan wanted her to make her decision without them clouding her judgment? He knew that wasn't possible. Daryl was her family and Henry was just a kid whose mother was standing a few feet behind her sobbing. Even with Mia's sympathy for the kid and his mother, she couldn't imagine killing Daryl.

"Can I have the gun?" Mia asked as her gaze lifted from the Daryl and Henry. Daryl was just staring at the ground while Henry was silently begging her not to kill him.

"No gun," Negan replied. "We need the brain to remain intact and the knife makes it more personal."

Mia narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"It's a long story, but we like their brains unharmed," Negan explained. "And if you try to kill them with the gun, the other person will die."

That changed things up a bit. Without being able to kill Henry by shooting him in the head, there were only a few other choices, but they weren't as painless as the original method.

Negan whistled a short tune as he walked up beside Mia and held out the knife. He looked at his followers and raised his voice. "Someone get them to their fucking feet!"

Two men stepped forward and brought Daryl and Henry to their feet. Daryl pulled away from his captor while Henry kept shaking his head. The teen was crying by then.

"He's just a kid," Mia thought aloud. She looked at Negan, who only smiled.

"He's eighteen," Negan whispered in her ear. Mia pressed her lips together in frustration.

"He's still a kid," she told him.

"So are you. Now, I know this is an easy decision for you, Amelia," Negan said. "Stalling doesn't fool me. You've known who you were going to kill the second I told you why you were here. This should be easy for you."

"Killing someone who's unarmed is never easy," Mia retorted.

"Well, it was easy for you when it was my men in the satellite station," Negan told her and Mia realized what this was about. He had punished the group for what they had done, but he hadn't punished her.

"Just because I did it doesn't mean it was easy," she said. "How do I know that you're even telling the truth about what they did?"

"You don't, but you're going to kill Henry anyways because if you don't, they both die," Negan demanded as he put the knife out in front of her again. Mia snatched the weapon tightly in her hand and stepped towards Henry. He shook his head frantically as he looked from the knife to her face.

"Please," Henry begged. "You don't have to do this."

"Yes," Mia said quietly. "I do."

She grabbed his shoulder and stepped into him, driving the knife into his stomach. Henry leaned against her once he began to bleed heavily and Mia twisted the short knife in deeper. She could hear a woman cry out behind her and she knew it was his mother, but she only squeezed her eyes shut and withdrew the knife. Henry fell to the floor after Mia stepped away and she could see that his t-shirt was drenched in blood. When she held out her hand with the knife she saw that it was also covered in blood. She dropped the weapon and clenched her trembling, bloody hand into a fist.

Mia glanced at Daryl, who was already watching her, before turning around to face Negan. He stepped towards her and pulled a cloth out of his back pocket. She stayed cemented in her spot as he uncurled her fist and wiped the blood from her fingers. When he finished, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and walked past her. Simon approached her and put one hand on the small of her back and grabbed her arm lightly with the other. He led her back into the Sanctuary and took her to Negan's bathroom.

"Do you need help getting the blood off?" Simon asked as he waited for her to wash her hand. Mia looked at him and shook her head.

"No," she answered after a moment of thought. "I can do it."

She turned the water on to hot and waited until it warmed up to stick her bloody hand under the faucet. Mia massaged her hand with soap and water. Most of the blood had been rinsed down the drain by the time she finished. She faced Simon when she was finished and allowed him to lead her through the hall. She came to a stop when she realized that he was taking her to the sitting room where Negan's wives spent their days.

"I'm not staying in there," Mia protested. "I'm not one of his who… I'm not his wife."

"He knows that," Simon told her. "He didn't want you to be alone while you waited for him."

Mia bit her lip lightly as she stared at the double doors. "Fine."

She went inside the large room when Simon opened the door for her. He waited in the doorway for a moment. "There'll be someone outside if you need anything."

"Okay," Mia sighed and Simon left, closing the door behind him. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the wives. They had been there during the execution, but they were just onlookers.

"Hey," Sherry said as she approached the younger woman. "I know what Negan did was messed up, but the kid, Henry, wasn't innocent."

"He killed a man yesterday," one of the younger wives, Amber, told her. "He got caught stealing and the man was going to turn him in so Henry killed him."

"That wasn't the first time Henry had killed either," Sherry said. "He killed a kid younger than him at one of the colonies in order to get them to submit."

Mia knew Sherry was referring to the Hilltop and she felt a bit of relief after hearing what Henry had done. The kid wasn't innocent, but did he deserve to die for what he had done? Mia felt that it shouldn't have been up to her to decide that. She shouldn't be the one to decide who lives and who dies.

"Thank you," Mia told the women. "Do you know if Daryl really tried to escape?"

"He did," Sherry said. "I saw him—talked to him. I tried to convince him to go back, but he's stubborn. He might actually make it out of here without losing himself."

"I hope he does," Mia replied. She knew there was a chance that the wives would tell Negan what she was saying, but she forced herself to disregard that concern. They might be devoted to him, but they didn't truly love their husband.

"Do you want a drink?" Amber asked after a few moments of silence passed between them.

"Do you guys have vodka?" Mia questioned.

"We have everything," Sherry answered with an understanding smile. She went over to the corner of the room where the bar was and poured the younger girl a drink. Mia joined Sherry and thanked her before downing the entire cup at once.

"You really needed that, didn't you?" Sherry asked. Mia smiled as she let out a quiet scoff.

"You have no idea."

A/N: Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! Thanks for reading!