Sadie's POV

"I TOLD YOU TO WAIT! FOR ALL WE KNOW, HE COULD BE TELLIN THEM EVERYTHING!" Daryl screamed when he found out what went down with Dwight. "NEGAN COULD BE ON HIS WAY HERE RIGHT NOW!"

I grabbed him forward by his shirt and got up in his face.

"He ISN'T, HE WON'T!" I growled back. "YOU SAW WHAT ONE OF MY OWN GUYS DID, DON'T YOU FUCKING YELL AT ME LIKE I DON'T KNOW A GODDAMNED THING OR TWO ABOUT TRAITORS!"

"Oh is that how you know?" He growled back.

"Hey, hey!" Gareth interrupted, in an attempt to jump to my defense. "She's right….I went after her, I saw it….they were coming for us, but he led them away."

"Oh, look at the little lap dog!" Daryl retorted.

Gareth stepped back in front of me before I could ring the asshole's neck out for it.

"Sadie, he's not worth it...he's not worth it.

I just brushed him off of me. "I don't give a fuck what he's worth.

Meanwhile, Daryl had stormed off already, ranting about what he was gonna do to Dwight when he found him again.

I took Alex back from Theresa when I saw him looking shaken up from witnessing the confrontation

"Shh, it's okay. Mommy's here. Mommy's got you." I tried to reassure him til he finally settled down again.

Daryl just scoffed as he glanced back at the interaction and continued on.

"Asshole." I scoffed under my breath.

"Worry about him later then." Gareth chuckled, gently messing up Alex's hair. "Won't we?"

Alex just giggled at him.

I rolled my eyes. "You're still an asshole too."

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know." He teased back.

I let a little half smile slip as I shoved at him playfully.

After we finally reached The Hilltop and caught everyone else up, I found Maggie and we had a bit of our own catching up.

Between her just finding out about the kid and myself, seeing that old queen bitch meet us back at the front gate, I think we both needed the distraction.

"He's getting big." She remarked with big smile for Alex who was clinging onto me, unsure what to make of the interaction. "I don't think I've seen him since….."

She got quiet again, likely trying to figure out how to change the subject as she was clearly recalling the last time she saw him, if all….that night at the church.

"..Well, It's been a while." I finished for her.

She nodded, half smiling as she looked back at him. "He looks just like his daddy."

"Well, do me a favor and tell Gareth that for me, would you? He swears he can see some of me in there." I laughed.

"And you don't?" She chuckled back.

"I'm not about to argue with either one of you right now, but hold on a sec." I shifted Alex a little in my arms. "Hey, hey, its okay." I cooed to him. "She's a friend, she's nice."

She smiled again as he looked more curiously at her.

"It's Alex, right."

"Yeah.." I answered. "...after Gareth's brother, who's probably turning in his grave over it…." I let slip a little snicker. "He didn't like me too much."

"I'm sure he'd appreciate the thought, either way." She chuckled.

"Well, I know I appreciate my thought." I snickered "You wanna take him for me for a sec? I got something for you."

"Do I wanna know what it is?" She teased, helping me ease Alex into her arms anyway.

"Well, you were a fan last time. Figured I couldn't go wrong." I chuckled, grabbing, from my bag, a jar of pickles I'd brought along for the occasion.

"Are these just your answer to everything now?" She teased.

"Was I wrong though." I chuckled.

"No, not particularly, it's just…" She handed Alex back to me and I gave her the jar.

She appeared to lose her train of thought when she noticed the label….

Well, it was more a note to myself, but I digressed.

"Mags?" She remarked, chuckling a little.

"Hey, didn't you know by now that everyone gets a nickname from me?" I teased.

She laughed again, apparently satisfied. "Yeah, I guess I did. I don't think I've ever heard you call Gareth by his full first name."

"No, not when he's not in trouble, you wouldn't." I joked.

We both had a good laugh at that til we were interrupted by a, somewhat, familiar voice that snuck up behind us.

I put a hand over my knife til I recognized it was that guy that the kid had risked his life for.

"Sorry…" His quiet voice became noticeably more shaky when he seemed to recognize who I was before directing what he was about to say to Maggie.

"...I just wanted to thank you for your hospitality." He continued.

"It's not much." She replied.

"You're wrong." He insisted. "It's….everything."

She smiled back at him as he seemed to be looking around the area.

Alex clung onto me a little tighter.

"Do you have a hospital? Some kind of infirmary?" The man asked.

"Are you hurt?" Maggie asked.

I took a step back.

"No." He chuckled, as if the reaction were amusing. "I'm fine, I just…..I have some medical experience, thought maybe I could pitch in."

"In the trailers...thank you." She told him.

I called after him after he started to walk away.

"Hey!" I said, half smiling back at him. "No hard feelings."

He still seemed a little intimidated by me but gave a smile back as he nodded before he went.

"...What do you….?" Maggie started to ask.

"Tell you later." I said, watching the guy til he was out of sight.

"...you know, Theresa might be able to help you guys out too, she has… well a little experience in that area."

"What's a little?" She asked.

"She had a cousin, or some relative, who worked in an ER just before...well, everything…" I recalled, smiling again at Alex. "She was there for me when this one was born."

She nodded. "I'll run it by her. In the meantime, I've got one more round to make, that I think you'll wanna come with me on."

I grinned as soon as she said it. "Oooh, I love surprises!"

"I'll bet you do." She chuckled. "Come on."

Increasingly restless as he was, I decided to drop Alex off with Gareth, on our way to this little errand of Maggie's, while rounded up some guards, as she'd put it, to accompany us.

Hell knows the poor kid's been shuffled around enough for one day, and that's on top of the lengthy trip up here.

When we finally reached said errand, it became even more obvious that that had been the right decision.

I looked at the barbed wire pin, full of Savior goons…..prisoners of hers, evidently, and was glad that I didn't have to worry about holding myself back when I saw who else was locked in here with them

"Well, shit, Mags. You didn't tell me you had something for me too!"

"Sadie….." She warned, wanting to address the group first.

Gregory took a step back, behind a couple other prisoners, when he noticed me.

"I see you." I mouthed silently to him, trying to put a straight face back on for Maggie.

She signaled for a woman to go unlock the padlock that dangled from its gate.

"Prisoners will be taken out in pairs, under armed guard." She told the group, sternly. "For work, exercise, and, if necessary, medical attention.

"Hell of a lot better than I think you deserve…" I snickered.

"...you'll start by cleaning the stables." She continued, likely ignoring my remark.

"What about food?" One of the better looking ones asked nervously.

"Oh, you've never heard of the Donner party?" I joked

"SADIE." Maggie warned, as if trying to convince herself not to throw me in there right along with them.

"As I was saying…" She continued. "..you'll all get quarter rations, same as everyone else."

"Again, better than you deseerrrve." I repeated under my breath.

"Margaret- " Gregory started to say, til I cut him off.

"AH!" I couldn't help but snicker. "Jeffrey, I think the lady's got enough on her hands to handle with me, alright?"

"It's Greg- " He attempted to correct, still not finding his own little mind game thrown back at him amusing.

I slammed the side of my fist against the fence at him to shake him up…..quite successfully I might add.

"Did I ask for your opinion?!"

I shook my hand off, as if that were gonna do any good to the cuts left by the fence.

"Son of a bitch!" I muttered. "See what you made me do?!"

Maggie glanced over, obviously concerned, but turned her attention back to him when she saw that I had it well enough under control…..for the time being, anyway.

"Don't say anything that will make me put you back in there, Gregory!"

"No no, I-I appreciate this, I-I do." The coward stammered. "...The Saviors are still comin, barely any food left, supplies stretched out to nothin, m-maybe we'd better consider evacuation."

"Good idea, we'll start with you." I snickered. "More food for the rest of us."

Maggie just lifted her hand for me to stop.

"Evacuation?" She asked him.

"Well, yeah. We run, we live." He said, as if it were obvious. "...I mean, how can we win?"

"Look around, Gregory." She scoffed. "How can we lose."

"Yeah, Gregory." I teased, mocking his name.

Maggie shook her head, trying not to show any amusement she obviously had over my response.

"Come on, let's just get your hand taken care of." She couldn't help but snicker.

I chuckled at said amusement. "Ah, it's fine. Nothing my friend, Theresa won't be able to fix."

"I'll take your word for it." She chuckled.