Before.

"Line up you bunch of girls!"

Negan roared as he walked across the hardwood floor, holding his clipboard, dressed in red shorts, and a white T-shirt, whistle hanging from around his neck. He noticed today there were only six boys in class today, which meant sixteen were absent. There was a lot of bullshit going on with the news, further down South. The military was getting involved, and attendance was getting worse and worse. There was a rumor going around that soon a state of emergency was going to happen, which meant all schools would be shut down.

Half of the staff was out, but Negan showed up. As of lately it seemed like the only thing left to do. He woke up every day, took a run around the neighborhood, went to work, yelled at these little brats, coached practice, which was currently canceled for the time being, yelled some more, got home, showered, barley ate whatever he hated up for dinner, and after a few beers fell asleep in his big empty bed he once shared with his wife. Today he looked at these good for nothing kids, feeling anger boiling up. Standing there, he ignored the attendance list before rolling his eyes. The young boys stared up at him nervously before he motioned to the rack where the dodge balls were kept.

"Okay, I'll pick captain, you make up whatever team and try not to kill each other."

He looked at them before pointing his finger.

"Enny, meeny..."

Later...

School had been called off early, there was officially a state of emergency. Parents had came to pick up their children and Negan over heard people talking about going to safety shelters. What Negan planned on doing was going home and getting drunk. Before leaving his office, which he suspected was for the very last time he stared at the one photograph he had framed on his desk. It was a photo of Lucille, taken years ago before the cancer happened. Back when she was healthy, beautiful, and alive.

It was shortly after they had gotten engaged. Frowning, he sighed staring at it before looking down. There on his desk laid the baseball bat he was planning on putting away with the others. Staring at it hard, he scooped it up, felt the weight in his hands, before glancing one last time at the framed photo of Lucille. Turning, he left it behind and took the baseball bat instead.

Now.

Rosita had waited until Rick and Michonne left before sneaking out from the empty house that sat across the way. She carefully looked around, making sure nobody saw her before hurrying across, and using the front door. Once it opened, she glanced inside, making sure not to have the door creak. Once she slipped inside, she looked in the direction of the kitchen, she sighed. Linda, a woman who was middle aged who's husband had died was currently watching the babies. She was in the kitchen, singing lightly, and from the sound of pots and pans banging about, it appeared she was cooking. Making sure, she slipped by easily, she grabbed onto the railing, and hurried herself up the stairs, making sure she went up them as softly as possible. Once she reached the upstairs hallway, she glared at the door of the nursery. Carefully she slipped her knife out and held it by her side. Slowly she began walking towards the door, eyes glaring as her hate began to boil over.

Meanwhile...

Negan stood behind Lucy, carefully wrapping a silk red scarf around her shaved head. Letting the loose fringe ends fall to one side of her shoulder, he smiled, gently touching her other shoulder as she sat in the wheelchair, looking at her reflection in the full length mirror. With help from Negan, she had been able to dress in a black pair of slacks, and blouse. She still had bruised circles underneath her eyes, as well as her eye was badly damaged and bloodshot. She stared at herself exhausted, and more than a little disgusted. Negan walked around before pulling a chair up. Sitting, he reached over and took her hands, giving them a hard squeeze. Lucy stared at him.

"You said a little bird told you..."

Negan raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"You said a little bird told you Rick...and his people are up to go good. Who said that?"

Negan smiled.

"I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve darling...now did you hear anything?"

"I wasn't even here, I ran into..."

Negan shook his head still smiling.

"Hey, I thought we agreed to be honest with each other here. So let's not start off with the wrong fit, mostly after we both agreed on that little promise...now I'm going to take my darling loving wife outside for a little bit of sunshine. How does that sound?"

Lucy sat there silent before Negan winked at her and got up, taking the break off the chair, and wheeling her out of the room.

Later...

The man named Eugene nervously watched from a far as Negan carefully pushed the wheelchair with who everyone claimed was his wife back and forth outside near the loading docks. Eugene had heard rumors, plenty of them, and just yesterday somebody said that the rules were simple, don't talk to her, don't even look at her. Some people said that she was just a kid, that he had taken her hostage, and was being held against her will. Still, they warned him to keep his distance. The latest rumor from two of the guards was that she was the reason why they now had the the Hilltop's doctor. That he had taken a baseball bat to her, if it was on purpose was still up in the air. Negan pushed Lucy as the sun shinned down on them.

Lucy sat there, staring across at the fences that seemed to tall, and impossible. She was tuning out Negan was he pushed her, talking a mile a minute in a sickening chipper mood.

"Got any ideas for names?"

"What?"

"Junior, any ideas?"

Lucy sighed staring forward, wondering about that poor woman she heard he was keeping. She wanted to ask about him, but knew he was in too much of a good mood. Feeling exhausted, she looked down at herself, her head feeling as if it weighed a million pounds.

"Not really...you?"

Negan smiled, still pushing her.

"Not sure yet, I'll have to think of some up."

Just then Negan's radio crackled. Negan stopped the wheelchair, before taking his walkie from his belt, and clicked the side.

"Negan in."

The voice on the other line crackled, and instantly he pressed down on the button.

"Hold on a second."

Leaning down, Negan kissed the side of Lucy's cheek, his hand reaching down and gently patting her stomach.

"Hold tight a second..."

Standing up, he walked away, boots clicking as he continued talking on his walkie. Sitting there, Lucy tried to hear what he was saying but saw he was perfectly far enough to make this impossible. Sitting there, she closed her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing, all the while thinking of that little baby back at Rick's.

Meanwhile...

Rosita stood before the crib. Judith was in the playpen on the ground, shaking a doll by it's hair and looking up at her. Rosita tuned her out. Instead she stood before the crib where the little baby slept, his tiny feet gently kicking, his long eyelashes resting against his chubby freckled covered cheeks. Glaring down at him, her hand wrapped tightly around the handle of the knife before slowly raising it above the crib. The knife glimmered in the sunlight that came in through the curtains before a single tear rolled down Rosita's cheek.

"God forgive me..."

She whispered.