Before.

"COME ON YOU BUNCH OF PUSSIES!"

Negan screamed blowing his whistle as he stood in the gym just two weeks after his wife's funeral. For many, they saw this as a blessing. Lucille wasn't in pain anymore. She wasn't suffering. Instead, for Negan, things were left in a strange sort of limbo. His wife's last moments were watching him cheat on her. She died hating him, seeing him with her own nurse, and had died with a broken heart. His promise years ago on his wedding day to her were complete bullshit. He hadn't stuck by her through sickness and in health. He was weak, and just because he wanted his dick wet, he had caused his poor beautiful wife to suffer, and die knowing that he had betrayed her. Julia didn't come to the funeral, and he hadn't seen her since, even when the hospital sent the men to collect the bed and equipment. Now his house was empty, now nothing seemed to matter. When he returned to work the following Monday everyone was surprised, trying to tell him to maybe take more time to grieve. Instead, Negan built a stone wall around him, claiming he was fine and didn't want to talk about it.

Instead, he just wanted to work and forget it. Just yesterday he had boxed up all of Lucille's belongings, and had dropped them off at Goodwill. Taking his wedding band, he took his baseball bat, strolled to his back deck and tossed it before hitting the small band of metal with all his might, sending it flying over the fence. Today his head ached as he watched these lazy little brats unable to even catch a football the right way. Marching over, he glared at the two boys who stared up at him with wide stupid eyes. Shaking his head, he rubbed his stubble covered chin, and swore under his breath.

"If you two little girls can't catch a football, you better get down on those knees and give me fifty."

"But..."

Negan glared, ready to rip someone apart. Seeing that look, both boys got down and began to count. Glaring at them, he wanted for them to collapse, to make one mistake and it would make it his business to embarrass them and make their life's a living hell. Standing there, clipboard under one arm, watching them as the other students kept their distance, he shook his head digested knowing his days of teaching were numbered. Every time he saw them he would remember that he was now widowed, childless, and riddled with guilt. After class, he tossed his clipboard down, hard enough to crack it as he snapped off his radio that softly was broadcasting a news report. A news report that would become very important in the next three weeks. Grabbing his bag, he planned on going home, getting drunk, and trying to forget that horrible betrayed look in his dying wife's eyes.

Present.

Rick was still trying to prove to Lucy that her plan wasn't the way. That it was dangerous, and too much of a , she decided that she wouldn't go back to Alexandria to see the baby. As much as she wanted to, she knew even if the chances were that the baby was the same one, that she rather think of it as a one in a million chance shot. She knew if she went back to Rick's, looked down in that crib, and saw that sleeping baby's face, she would chicken out. Instead, when she went to the Kingdom, she met up with Daryl, and the woman who had tried taking a shot out on Negan. When she walked up to both of them, she offered her hand. Originally Rosita stood back, staring at her with uneasy eyes. Finally, Lucy sighed, casting her own eyes down.

"I'm not really his wife."

"Is that so."

Lucy looked up as Daryl stood back. They were currently speaking in the courtyard. If all went as planned, she hoped all of this would end by tomorrow night. Rick was completely against it, and had dropped her off at The Kingdom for close watching. right around that time Rostia had arrived, and Lucy asked if she could speak with them.

Rick was out with Michonne to gather supplies and guns for a group he had met, who he claimed would be his army against Negan. He told Lucy to stay put, if all went as planned, she wouldn't have to do this. She could get a chance, and actually live. Lucy meanwhile knew better. She had spoken her peace, and didn't need to justify it anymore. She wanted escape, to be with her parents, with Chris, and maybe no longer feel this horrible aching pain she felt over what that bastard did. She had tried to kill herself once, and she had been brought back to him to be raped and inpregranted all over again. She swore he would never touch her again, and she knew if this plan actually worked, Negan would be caught off guard, which meant that Rick might actually win.

"I was a teenager when Negan captured the people I was traveling with after my parents were killed. He murdered the man I was traveling with who had kept me safe, the same way he killed your friends. He then kidnapped me and raped me. I was a virgin, and he kept me locked away and raped me night after night until I got pregnant. When I tried to escape, I tried killing myself, and only ended up hurting myself so badly that one of the babies I was carrying died shortly after I gave birth to him in the freezing woods. The other baby was taken away from the people who found me. In the end, I wound up with back with him, with amnesia or something. He lied to me, and raped me all over again and here I am exhausted and pregnant again...he's obsessed with me and from this radio we have, I've been listening on how crazy he is. How he's been sending out men searching for me and if he ever finds me...he'll either kill me, or make me have this baby, and then another one, and then another one. I'm all used up...I can't have this baby, and I can't live another day knowing he touched me. If this bastard has ever loved anyone...it's me. Have him be responsible, and Rick will win."

"What if it doesn't work and more people get killed..."

Daryl started. Instead, Lucy turned towards him and shook her head.

"It will work...he said he's heading on Route 86 tonight. If we do this, I was thinking on the road right next to that farm with the red barn. I can either do this with or without you...but I think the only way it's going to work is with you."

Both stared at her as she held up the rope and sack she had gotten. Staring at them, tears slowly filled her wide eyes.

"Please...make him hurt as bad as he's hurt us."

Later...

Negan slowly pulled off the large rubber work gloves he wore to kill the doctor. He had gathered everyone in to watch him punish the man who was supposed to watch Lucy. The doctor snuffled, begging for his life, as Eugene stood back, frightened, he saw Negan shake his head. Ever since he discovered that Lucy was missing he was wild. He had sent out so far at least a hundred or so men to search the area for her. So far nothing. He was convinced so far that Daryl escaping had something to do with this. If he was responsible, he was going to make damn sure that asshole paid. He would bash his brains out, and rip his lungs out. If Lucy had ran away, if she had remembered, he would just have to teach her a little lesson. Looking up at Eugene, he grinned.

"My wife is somewhere out there, and this prick didn't watch her close enough."

He motioned to the furnace where the doctor's corpse was burning. Smirking, he tossed the gloves down.

"It's one thing trying to screw with me...but to screw with my wife and my baby, well...whoever is responsible...will pay."

Turning, he walked out, planning on loading up a truck and joining Dwight, and a group of his men on another sweep. He refused to think that Lucy was out there dead or killed by walkers. No she was out there, and he would find her. He promised himself he would get her back, no matter what.

That night.

Lucy knelt in the middle of the road. She had borrowed some of Daryl's clothing, and wasn't sure if she could pass as him. The shirt she was wearing was long sleeved, but she was almost four inches shorter than him, and weighted at least seventy pounds less. Still, Rosita once put into action had made to make it look convincing. Now she stood before Lucy, kneeling down, hands tied behind her back. Lucy stared up at her as Daryl waited on the shoulder of the road with the radio. Less than a half an hour they heard Negan's voice announcing they were leaving the complex. They still had at least twenty minutes. Looking up, Lucy sighed.

"You can just leave me here...he'll try to kill you."

Rosita shook her head.

"Yeah well I really don't have anything to lose, so in order for this to work, I gotta be here."

Nodding, Lucy glanced over at Daryl.

"Remember to stay hidden, don't do anything...if it works, let him do it. No shots, nothing okay?"

"Rick isn't going to be very happy about this."

"Yeah well, remind him of that when he's got that army he's been talking about."

Rosita held onto the sack, staring down at him.

"Are you sure?"

Lucy thought of the tiny unborn baby growing inside of her, and how it shouldn't have even existed. That somehow, this was was the only way she could hurt Negan the way he hurt her. Locking eyes with Rosita, she nodded. With that, Rosita put the large brown sack over Lucy's head before standing back. Glaring, she checked her watch before she looked over at Daryl.

"Turn the radio off, and get down...only shoot if you're aiming at him...and that's after he finishes."

Daryl nodded, still staring at Lucy kneeling down before twisting the radio off, and hiding behind the doors of the open barn. Standing as the moonlight shinned down, Rosita took deep breaths before turning and grabbing a rock that sat on the side of the road. Lifting it, she bounced the weight in her hand before smashing it against the side of her mouth. The white hot lighting pain flared in her lips, feeling the bottom one split as blood trickled down. Stiffening a cry, she tossed the rock into the high grass before walking to the edge of the road. Walking over, she threw herself down onto the gravel, and began focusing on breathing as she thought she rather die here watching that bastard's face, making him feel how she felt when he killed Abraham.

Later...

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?!"

Negan announced in the cab of the truck. Dwight rolled to a stop, before they stared up the road just a yard or so away. It was pitch black out besides very thin moonlight that kept trying to shine through from the clouds. It was hard to make out, but the headlights of the truck showed someone with a bag over their head, hands tied behind their back kneeling in the middle of the road. Laying beside them was that bitch who tried shooting him. A barn was on the right side of the road, and on the other woods.

Grinning, Negan raised his hand. Tonight there was only five of them that went out. He sent twenty or so other men down South to search, but tonight he wanted to look himself. He was in a pretty chipper mood despite it all after taking care of the doctor, and knew he had that nerd who made the bullet right where he wanted him. In the back of the truck Ned, David, and Luke sat. He knocked on the tiny window and told them and get out. Once Dwight killed the engine, Negan told him to keep the lights on as he carried his bat, and walked out onto the road. Boots clicking, he strolled forward smirking. Dwight and the others got out, guns ready.

"Well! Well! Well! What do we have here?"

Rosita had been practicing in her head for the last half an hour it took them to get here. Lifting her head, real tears rolled down her face.

"Go away!"

Negan slowly walked over, his men behind him. The headlights giving enough light to see that her lip was pretty badly busted up.

"My straight shooter, what in the world are you doing out here?"

Rosita looked at him, lips curling back as she continued to cry and scream.

"You're men came, they went in the woods! Don't hurt him please!"

Negan glanced over at the figure kneeling.

"Who's that now?"

Rosita knew she needed to act fast, this was the part Lucy had warned her about.

"Daryl! He has your...wife or whatever she is in the woods and they went to go get him. They hurt him real bad, he can't even talk...don't kill him please!"

Negan froze, glaring at the dark woods, trying to figure which group of his men would be out here. He only sent out that other group tonight, as far as he could remember no other trucks went out. In fact, where was the other truck? He eyed the figure who's body was practically swallowed up by the sack. It was dark, but it must have been him. He knew he had been the reason why Lucy was gone. He either told her something, or grabbed her. Looking at the woods he motioned.

"Ned, Dave, Luke! Go now!"

The me hurried into the darkness, guns raised. Negan swung his bat, and looked down.

"This piece of shit is Daryl? He took my Lucy?"

"She's out here, please just don't hit him! Please!"

Negan grinned before raising the bat.

"What like this?"

Raising the bat, he swung down at the figure as Rosita's eyes widened.