This chapter takes place during the story of season 6's ending episode.
PS: I aged Lydia up so in this story she wasn't born 2004, instead she was born 1998 (same age as Carl)
"Morning." Lydia woke him up with a mug of coffee.
"Morning, thanks. You didn't had to do that." Mike said and took a sip from his coffee
"I thought I'd try out the coffee machine and thank you for letting me stay." Lydia said.
"No, I need to thank you." Mike said.
"For what?" Lydia asked.
"For being there for me in the time after the attack." Mike said.
"You were a wreck, I don't want to live with a wreck." Lydia said.
"Thanks for that." Mike said.
"I'll take a shower, you just, I don't know." Mike said and stood up.
He went into the shower just thinking about what will happen, what is the reaponse of the saviours? He asked himself.
"Mike?" He heard Lydia's voice.
"Yeah? I'm done soon." Mike said.
"Alright, please hurry." Lydia said.
After a while he was finished, got dressed and got out of the door to talk to Carl.
"Carl." Mike said.
"What?" Carl asked annoyed.
"I want to say sorry, I'm sorry for punching you, swearing at you and that I wasn't there when you lost your eye and when Elly died." Mike said.
"I'm also sorry, I'm sorry for blaming you for Elly's death, it was partly my fault." Carl said.
"Hey Carl! Mike! Come on fast, Maggie needs to go to Hilltop! Now!" Glenn said and rushed with Maggie towards the camper van. Eugene, Sasha, Abraham and Rick followed them.
"What happened?" Rick asked.
"Maggie has some complications right now, I think she needs Dr. Carson now or I'm afraid the fever will kill her." Glenn explained.
"Get her on the bed." Mike said and helped Glenn take her to bed.
"Wait! I'll get Lydia." Mike said.
"Alright, be quick." Rick said.
"Lydia!" Mike yelled and ran home.
"What is it?" Lydia said panicked.
"Maggie is severely sick, we need all hands we can get." Mike said.
"Alright I'm coming." Lydia said.
"Here, take this." Mike said and gave her a Browning Hi-Power and her knife.
"Thanks." Lydia said.
"Alright, let's go!" Mike said and closed the vans door.
They drove until evening until they encountered a roadblock by wooden logs.
"Fuck...Damn saviours." Mike muttered.
"Abraham, let's take the other route." Rick said.
"Alright." Abraham said.
"How you're keeping up?" Mike asked Lydia.
"I'm good, thanks. I'm kinda worried about Maggie, although I'm not so long a part of this community, I'm still worried.
"Hey, you're as important like everyone else is." Mike said.
"Thanks." Lydia said.
"Ah shit." Abraham said.
"What is it?" Mike asked and came to the drivers seat.
There were two heavy cars and maybe twenty armed men, they were whistling, just standing there. Like they were waiting for them.
"Alright, Abraham. Back up a bit, from then we'll go on foot." Rick explained.
The van backed up for a bit, then they left on foot. Glenn carried Maggie and walked a bit faster than everyone.
"Shit, do you hear that?" Mike asked as he noticed the whistling.
"Yeah, I'm on fucking edge right now." Carl answered.
"Come on guys, just a bit." Glenn said.
After a while they stumbled over a camper van, then they noticed the louder whistling and that they're sorrounded by armed people.
"Drop your weapons or die!" A man commanded.
"Rick?" Daryl asked.
"We...we got no other choice." Rick said and threw his Revolver on the ground.
He was followed by everyone else and a pile of weapons formed in front of them, this pile was then taken by a few people.
"Get on your knees!" The same man commanded.
They had no choice but to obey. After a while the door opened and out came a man, he was about Rick's age, had a black leather jacket, he had black hair and a black-grey beard and wielded a baseball bat covered with barbed wire.
"Well well well, Simon. What did you bring me here? A redneck, a one eyed freak and some eight finger guy and alot of other interresting people. Well, then I'll introduce myself, I'm Negan and this is Lucille. Now, who's the leader?" Negan said.
"This one, boss. His name is Rick." Simon said.
"Well hello Rick, I do not! Appreciate you and your group of freaks killing my men!" Negan said.
"We...We can talk about this." Rick pleaded.
"Oh no, you can't talk about this, asshole." Negan said.
"Now! I'm gonna kill one of you, and because I assume you talked to Gregory, you know what follows." Negan said.
He walked past everyone, pointing his bat at their head. Then, he stopped at Mike.
"Tell me, what's your name?" Negan asked.
"Steven." Mike lied.
"Alright, Steven. Give me a reason to not kill you." Negan said.
"There's none, do it you fucking pussy." Mike said and rested his head on the tip of Negan's bat.
"Feisty, I like it." Negan said and went to Abraham.
"You." Negan said and smiled.
"Any last words?" Negan said cheerfully.
"Suck my dick." Abraham answered.
"If you say so." Negan said and hit his head with his bat.
"NO!" Sasha cried followed by many others.
He fell to the ground, dead, but Negan continued to bash his skull in until nothing was left of his head. There was just parts of his skull, brain, hair and skin.
Daryl and Mike jumpdd up, Daryl punched him and Mike kicked him. They were soon restrained but Negan was mad.
"Fuck! Alright one fucking more!" Negan said angrily.
"You!" Negan said and pointed at Mike.
"I'll let my people have fun with you later, Simon. We'll take him with us after we're done.
"No! Wait!" Lydia said.
"Aw...Are you two together?" Negan asked.
"No, just roommates." Mike answered.
"Well, back to work." Negan said and hit Glenn's head.
"NO!" Maggie screamed weakly.
"Oh shit, look at your eye, it's almost out of your head." Negan taunted.
"Ma..Maggie...I'll find you." Glenn said before dying.
But Negan wasn't finished, he beated the living shit out of his head, that's how Negan would put it.
"Phew, that was relieving, hey Steven. Stand up." Negan said.
Mike couldn't even react because he was immediately put on his feet.
"You kicked my leg, so it's time to return the favor." Negan said and hit his leg so he falls head first on the ground, immediately falling unconscious.
??? Where
Mike woke up in a dimly lit room, stripped on a chair, wearing a grey sweatsuit, he saw some kind of viewing room due to a window in the wall, in this room was Negan, just smiling at him.
"Hello there, Steven." Negan said through the intercom.
"Where am I?" Mike asked.
"In my home, and he's gonna have some fun with you." Negan said.
Out of a door came a scary looking man he held a few tools you would use for torture, would he be tortured? He was scared now, really scared.
"Well hello there, Steven." The man said.
"What are those tools for?" Mike asked scared.
"My personal fun." The man said.
"Wha-" Mike tried to say but was cut off by a knife in his thigh.
"AH! Fuck!" Mike screamed and the man smiled.
"Don't worry, we'll keep you alive, stitch you up. The boss wants me to have fun too." The man said grinning.
"You're fucking crazy." Mike said in agony.
"Oh, I know. But what can you do about it? I got you in my hand." The man said and cut Mike's cheek.
"Argh...Go fuck yourself, what do you want?" Mike asked.
"Nothing, just answers." The man said.
"What do you want to know? Fuckface." Mike asked.
"Hey hey, watch your tone. So, how many are you?" The man asked.
"40. Or rather 38 because of your asshole boss." Mike answered.
"Ok, how many guns do you have?" The man asked.
"Alot, nothing explosive or heavy." Mike answered.
"Ok, that would be all, thanks." The man said and rammed his knife in Mike's shoulder.
"AH!" Mike screamed.
"Don't worry, I'll bring you the doctor." The man said.