A war council was held inside of the Barrington house, the next battle will soon start. The final battle.
"So, can we trust Dwight?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, he revealed Negan's plan to us and he really hates Negan." Rick answered.
"Do you have any idea what kind of an asshole he is?" Mike said and slowly lost his cool.
"I understand that you hate Dwight for what he did to you, but this is our best chance at beating him after the soldiers of the Kingdom got killed." Rick explained.
"Alright, alright. I'll trust him, for now." Mike said.
"Alright then, we'll kill this bastard tomorrow." Rick said and everyone left the room.
"Hey, are you alright?" Carl asked worried.
"Yeah, I'm just a bit upset." Mike answered.
"Where's Lydia? I didn't saw her all day." Carl asked.
"She got morning sickness, more like all day sickness. She's upstairs, sleeping." Mike answered.
"Wanna go for one last drink?" Carl asked and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
"You know that I'm sober, right?" Mike said.
"I know, but." Carl said.
"I'm just kidding, come on, let's have a drink." Mike said and laughed.
"Where are you going?" Carl asked.
"Getting us a glas." Mike said and went to the kitchen.
"Hey Maggie." Mike said and took two glasses.
"For what are those?" Maggie asked.
"Drinking, duh." Mike said.
"Alright, smartass." Maggie joked.
"Actually, I got a question." Mike said.
"And that would be?" Maggie asked.
"Is there anything I can do to help Lydia?" Mike asked.
"I assume you mean her morning sickness, I have no idea, I'm lucky that it isn't as bad for me but I can't help with that." Maggie answered.
"Alright, thanks." Mike said disappointed and left the kitchen.
"You got them?" Carl asked.
"Don't talk about glasses like they're drugs." Mike said.
"Alright, you're right. Where should we drink?" Carl asked.
"In the living room or something, this isn't meth or weed." Mike said.
"Good point." Carl said.
Both sat in the living room and Mike poured them both a glass.
"On us and my stupid sex jokes." Mike said and both drank their glass.
"God damn! This is fucking dry." Carl said.
"Your idea." Mike chuckled.
"Fuck it, if I die, I'll die with a hangover." Carl said and drank another glass.
"Very bad motto, trust me. Die while having sex due to a heart attack. Traumatic for Enid but good for you." Mike joked.
"Alright, I should beat you up for this." Carl said.
"You know how this will end." Mike said.
"I'll take my chances." Carl joked.
"Alright, you're clearly drunk, weakling." Mike said and took away the bottle.
"Shut up." Carl said and burped.
"Alright, I'll shut it." Mike said.
"You better do." Carl said.
"What are you two doing?" Enid asked as she came into the room.
"Preparing us mentally to die." Mike joked.
"Alright, shut it, joker." Enid said.
"Alright, sorry ma'am." Mike said.
"We were having one last drink." Carl said.
"Don't say it like we're all dying tomorrow." Enid said.
"There is a high chance we do." Mike added.
"Shut it, Hitler." Enid joked.
"Woah, woah, too far." Mike said.
"Alright, sorry." Enid said.
"I'll leave you two alone, Enid, if he pukes on you, don't take it personally. He's really drunk, weakling." Mike said and left the room.
"Well, I'm fucking drunk, again." Mike said and toppled on a chair in the hallway.
"Morning." Daryl said and went down the stairs.
"It's fucking afternoon." Mike said.
"Change of subject, you're drunk?" Daryl asked.
"You smell like weed." Mike shot back.
"This never happened." Daryl said.
"What never happened?" Mike said and Daryl smiled at that.
"Okay, Lydia." Mike muttered and went to his room.
"You're back." Lydia said and kissed him.
"Yeah, but I'm drunk." Mike said.
"I thought you're sober." Lydia said.
"I was but Carl wanted to try out whiskey." Mike said.
"Ok." Lydia said.
"Listen, are you sure that you want to fight in the last battle?" Mike asked worried.
"Yes, if we die, I want to do it with you." Lydia said.
"But our child." Mike said and put his hand on her stomach.
"I know, but I don't want to raise it alone, not without you." Lydia said with tears in her eyes.
"Don't worry, if everything goes by plan, almost noone will die." Mike tried to calm her.
"This almost scares me." Lydia said.
"I know, me too." Mike said.
"I want to join you, in victory or in death." Lydia stated.
"Fuck, your poetic side is sexy." Mike said.
"Alright, I'm sorry but I'll listen to the doctor." Lydia said.
"Fuck you, medicine." Mike joked.
The next day
The coalition army was now ready for the final battle and everyone assembled in their cars and trucks.
"Are we all ready? Remember that we will win this battle and today we kill Negan!" Ezekiel cried.
"Are you sure about this?" Mike asked.
"Yes, I want to do my part." Lydia said.
"Alright, I'll get a few new wounds then." Mike muttered under his breath.
"I'm scared to be honest." Lydia said.
"No need, we will win this shit. This isn't a real battle, more like an ambush." Mike calmed her.
"Alright, this helps." Lydia said.
They drove for about an hour, then they went on foot until they arrived at the bottom of some kind of canyon. But no Negan, no Saviors anywhere.
"Where the fuck are they?" Carl asked.
"No idea." Mike said.
"Wait!" Rick commanded as whistling came from all directions.
"Hi Rick, looks like you fell into my trap." Negan said.
"Don't worry, Dwighty boy wasn't trying to fool you, you should know as a leader that traitors can't be trusted. And my good friend Eugene also made this little massacre possible. Let that sink in, your old friend will be the reason you die today." Negan said.
"Why don't you come out?" Rick yelled.
"Oh Ricky, I'm everywhere, in the microphone, the radio or every fucking direction! Choose one." Negan said.
He counted down, by two, maybe one hundred saviors looked over them, aiming their weapons at them. But at one, all guns backfired, causing a few to die or collapse in pain.
"Now!" Rick commanded.
The coalition army stormed up the hill, killing those who didn't surrender, Mike saw Negan flee and persued him. Shooting at him but missing.
"Negan! It's over! Come out and die like a man, you fucking pussy!" Mike commanded and shot at him, but his pistol was now empty.
Mike ran further down the hill, he lost Negan, somehow, he ran past a tree but Negan was behind it and he hit Mike in the stomach with Lucille, he just saw Negan smiling, blood came out of his mouth and he fell to the ground.
"You're weak! Just like everyone else!" Negan taunted.
Negan put his bat over his head for the finishing hit, but with all power he could muster and the thought of his future kid, he rolled to the side and dodged the hit. The bat was stuck in the ground and this gave him time to stand up and draw his machete.
"I am weak, I know. But atleast I have a purpose for this world." Mike said and put one hand on his wound.
"I should've killed you along time ago." Negan said.
"Maybe you should, guess I got plot armor." Mike said.
"This isn't a fucking book!" Negan yelled and charged at him.
Mike dodged but when he tried to attack back,
Negan blocked and hit his hand (three finger one).
"Argh! Fuck!" Mike screamed in pain.
"You're right, you're fucking weak." Negan taunted.
He collapsed on the ground in pain, his hand was destroyed, it needs to be cut off most likely. He was bleeding heavily and he couldn't fight back anymore. Was this how it all ends?
"Now, die!" Negan cried but he didn't hit him, he didn't feel any pain or anything.
He rolled over and saw Negan with a knife in his stomach, next to him was Carl.
"Oh fuck! Are you alright?" Carl asked worried and helped him get on his feet.
He saw everyone else run down the hill and behind them the last Saviors, surrendering.
"Your hand." Carl said.
"Don't worry, if I loose it, it really won't affect me much but I trust Siddiq in his abilities." Mike said dismissive.
"Oh right, can I borrow your gun?" Mike added.
"Yeah, here you go." Carl said and gave him his pistol.
"Burn in hell, asshole." Mike said and shot Negan in the head.
"Mike, are you alright?" Rick asked.
"I need a medic, now." Mike said.
"Siddiq! We need help here!" Rick said.
"My dear friends, victory is ours!" Ezekiel cried.
The end (for now atleast)