Discovering that they weren't the only stowaways in Negan's supply truck, Elle and Paul had questions. "What the hell are you doing here?" Elle asked as Carl stood up from his hiding spot. She wasn't mad or upset, more surprised to see him. If he was in the same truck as them, that meant he was at Hilltop in order to even get on it.

"Same thing you're doing. Killing Negan." He answered, stepping over boxes in order to be standing in front of them. Elle immediately hugged him, seeing him for the first time in a week. "How's Maggie?"

"Maggie's fine, she's great. The baby's okay, Doctor Carson wants her to stay there for the rest of the pregnancy just in case."

"How have you been holding up?" He asked, concerned about her after hearing that Maggie will be just fine.

"Sleepless nights, lots of crying." She replied honestly with a small shrug. "What about you? How's everyone else?"

"I'm more angry than I am depressed, but it's hard- it's different. My dad has been out getting stuff for Negan, scared of what's going to happen if he doesn't. Negan asked about you, yesterday. Maggie too." Carl told her.

"Does he knows she's at Hilltop?" Paul asked, pausing as he looked through boxes and crates.

Carl shook his head. "We told him that she died, had a fake grave and everything. We told him you were out on a run and he said he was looking forward to meeting the person you used to be." He explained.

"Person she used to be?" Paul raised an eyebrow.

"The person who had no issue killing anyone who got in her way."

"Well, Negan's about to be pleasantly surprised then, hm?" Elle said, prying open a crate that she learned to be filled with guns. They could feel the truck starting to slow down, immediately closing anything they had opened, they made their way to the back of the truck and hid behind the towers of boxes.

Elle and Carl had hid in the same corner, as the space was big enough for the both of them to fit in comfortably. They could hear the two men make their way around to the back of the truck and sit on the edge of it. Paul put a finger to his lips, telling them to stay silent and still.

One of the men opened a crate and pulled a cucumber out, they could hear him eating it obnoxiously. "Still going." The other man said. "Looks like the end of them, though."

"All damn night." The man who was eating complained. "At least Negan's smart enough to not let that mess anywhere near us."

"Fat Joey's good for something, at least."

"What, eating cake?"

"He rigged the herdway." Herdway? What the hell is that? "Just trips. Nothing fancy. Guerilla kind of stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"As in warfare, idiot. Those demo sticks from that run last month, the RPGs from the new guys." The 'new guys' being the people of Alexandria, the RPGs being the large guns Daryl, Abraham, and Sasha brought back the night the walkers invaded their streets. "Maybe it takes it down. Takes them out." He paused. "All right, it's a trickle. Let's go."

"Finally." The man threw his unfinished cucumber back in the crate as they left the back of the truck. As soon as the truck started moving again, the three of them came out of hiding and began looking through all of the stuff once more.

"Really?" Elle chuckled when she watched as Paul ran his knife along the bottom of the thin cardboard box that held Gregory's alcohol, making it so that whenever someone picked it up, it would all fall out of the bottom, wasting all of the liquor.

"It'll be funny." He smiled, putting the knife away. Elle nodded in agreement before going back to what she was doing. In the crate she just opened, there were tons of vegetables that they had just taken from Hilltop. She closed the crate and moved it to get to the one that sat under it. After prying that one open, she was met with more food. With a sigh, she closed the crate and stacked the previous one back on top of it, looking over to see Carl staring at Paul. She glanced over to see him standing right next to the open back of the truck, emptying a container of table syrup.

"I'm making a trail," he told them. "I think we're close. We should bail out, follow the rest of the way, see what we can see."

"I, uh.. how?" Carl asked.

"It isn't usually the fall that gets us. It's trying to fight it-"

"Run with it or roll with it. Yeah, yeah. I know the speech." Elle finished for him, used to hearing him say it countless times when she was younger. He shot her a small smile.

"The truck's going slow enough. We'll be in the blind spot. We can race behind one of the other cars."

"If I screw up and we get caught-" Carl panicked.

"It'll be fine. We just got to go now." Paul reassured him. Carl hesitated before nodding.

"Okay. Show me first." Paul nodded, throwing the empty container of syrup to the side. They watched as he grabbed the side of the truck and swung himself, landing in a roll before running to hide behind a car, successfully staying out of the mirrors.

Elle, with her and her brothers having some "training" with Paul briefly on the weekends, knew what to do. She grabbed the side of the truck, preparing herself to repeat Paul's actions.

"Elle, wait." Carl said, pulling her away from the side. "We got this." She didn't like the idea of bailing on her brother like that, but she knew what she was on the truck for. She dropped her hand to her side and backed away from the edge of the truck.

"Is it too different back at Alexandria?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"With Rick not being at the top anymore? Negan's in charge now, but Rick always was. Even at the prison when we had the council." She specified.

"I mean, he's still in charge of Alexandria. He's just below Negan. As for the council, that was more of a group thing, wasn't it? I mean, you were on it, you'd know." Carl responded closing the crates he had opened earlier.

"I was only on the council because Rick was sick of me begging for information, I never made any decisions. Rick made the decisions for the most part, everyone else just gave their opinions." She laughed.

"He misses you, so does Jude." Carl smiled.

"I know, I miss them too. I just— after Glenn and Abraham, I couldn't go back. Not right away." She sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "What about you?" Seeing the confusion on Carl's face, she continued. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course, I did. Did you miss me?"

"Eh." She shrugged. "I'm joking, I did. But it was nice to spend quality time with Paul after all these years, I really needed it. Jack is getting better, he's like Maggie and Sasha's personal guard now." She smiled as she reopened the crate that held all of the guns, picking a large one out for herself as she checked the clip. The sound of walkers growling drew their attention outside.

As the truck drove slower, the could see walkers chained to fences. "We're here." Carl announced in a whisper. Elle stepped to the side so he could grab a gun for himself, keeping an eye on the back of the truck. Carl checked to see his gun was fully loaded. He turned to Elle who seemed to be slightly reconsidering her choice in being here. "Hey, I know this might not end well for us. But remember, as long as he's dead, everyone else will be okay." He held her hand as he spoke to her. She nodded, knowing he was right. Did she care if she was going to die? If you had asked her that a year ago, she would probably say 'no.' But now, she has people to live for, she was willing to die for them. And that just might happen.

"Okay. Okay." She whispered back, nodding. Carl planted a quick kiss on her lips as the truck screeched to a stop.

"We got this."

"Okay, boys, let's get this haul unloaded and inside." Negan's voice ordered. Elle and Carl quickly hid where they hid earlier, but Elle took the spot Paul previously took. "I want to get back in there and unload a little myself."

"Negan, we need to talk to you about the redirect." One of the drivers said. Carl and Elle quickly positioned their guns on the crates they hid behind, still staying out of sight.

"What about the redirect?"

"It got screwed up. We're on it now, but it's a mess out there."

"And whose job was that?" Negan's voice drowned out as he walked away with the man he was talking to so other men could unload the truck.

"I thought they packed this up tight." A man complained as he tied the plastic curtains to the side.

"No worries, plenty more where this came from." One man laughed as he tied the curtains to the other side. They laughed, knowing they had it easy as they just took whatever they wanted.

Elle's grip on her gun tightened, her finger resting on the trigger as a man climbed into the truck. He picked up the white box of liquor, all of it falling on the ground as planned. "Son of a bitch!" He set the box down. He turned around, spotting Carl. "What the hell?" Before he could take a step forward, Elle pulled the trigger, sending the man to the ground. Carl fired at the other man in the truck, causing him to fall out.

The two of them quickly made their way to the exit of the truck, guns still up as they stepped over the man Elle just killed. "Stay back! Drop your weapons!" Carl shouted. "We only want Negan. He killed our friends." He did the talking as they stepped down. "No one else needs to die." The familiar whistle caused them to turn their guns at the man they wanted as he walked in front of them.

"Damn." He smiled. "You two are adorable." He grabbed the back of a man's shirt, putting the man in front of him in case one of them pulled the trigger. "Did you pick that gun 'cause it looks cool?" He laughed. "I already know that's your gun of choice." He pointed at Elle. "You totally did, right?" He redirected the question at Carl. "Kids, I ain't gonna lie; you scare the shit out of me." As some men tried to leap at them, they fired their guns, killing two more men as they were tackled to the ground.

Their guns were ripped from their grasp as they landed on their backs, their own guns pointed at them, mere inches from their faces. "Dwight, back off." Negan told him. Elle picked her head up, pressing her head against the gun.

"Do it." She said to the man who pinned her to the ground.

"There's no need for that, Elle." Negan said, waving the man off as Dwight took Carl's knife. Elle didn't bring hers, knowing weapons would be provided on the truck. "That's not how we treat our new guests." He said, standing over the two of them with a hand out as he offered to help Carl up first, as he was closer. Elle looked over to see Daryl through the fence, looking at them. "Come on kid, I'll show you around."

Carl stared at him. "You know, you do the same damn stink eye as your dad, expect it's only half as good because.. well, you know, you're missing an eye." He laughed at Carl's reaction, as he looked slightly hurt by the words. Elle rolled her eyes and pushed herself up. "Really? You're really not gonna take my hand? You're lucky you still even have a hand." Negan said, turning to Daryl who watched from the fence. "Same as your boy Daryl over here, now that I think about it. How's the job going, Daryl?" He called out, taunting him. "Hot enough for you? Yeah, it'd be tough with one arm." He laughed, turning back to Carl, holding a hand out for him once again. Carl hesitated, but grabbed his hand. "Smart kid." Negan praised as he pulled the boy up from the ground. "Come with me. Dwighty-boy, why don't you grab Daryl, take him to the kitchen, do a little grub prep."

Dwight walked over to fetch Daryl as Carl crouched down to grab his hat. "New plan, boys. Let's burn the dead, unload the truck later. Damn, I am not gonna have time to screw any of my wives today. I mean.. maybe one." He held up a finger as he turned towards Dwight and Daryl. Negan instructed them to follow him.

"What are you gonna do to us?" Elle asked. Negan sighed, a slowly turned back around to face them.

"Number one, do not shatter my image of you. You're a badass. You're not scared of shit. Don't be scared of me, it's a disappointment. I just got to meet the Elle I've heard so much about, and I like her." He pointed at her. "Number two, you really want me to ruin the surprise? Screw you, kid." He smiled as he stepped between them so he could hold both of their shoulders as he led them inside.

The large door opened with a squeak as he walked in, holding the door open for them. Carl and Elle walked inside, seeing the large, open space as the door closed behind them. "Watch this." Negan whispered before slowly walking up to the yellow railing. The people below went quiet as they all slowly lowered themselves to the ground, kneeling. Carl and Elle slowly approached the railing.

"The Saviors have gone out into the world and fought the dead and come back with some really good stuff. Some of that stuff can be yours, if you work hard and play by the rules." He began his speech, looking over at Carl and Elle, as if trying to show off the power and control he has. "Today, everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner. No points needed." He turned around to face the two kids as the people below them began clapping.

"You see that?" He whispered. "Respect. Cool, huh? They still on their knees?" Carl nodded.

"Don't expect me to ever kneel for you." Elle said.

"I don't, you're better than that." He smiled. "As you were!" Everyone rose to their feet and continued going about their business.

Negan led them down long halls and up flights of stairs as he brought them to their next destination. They approached a set of open double doors, inside being a room full of women wearing black dresses. "Ladies." Negan announced their presence. "Don't mind the kids." Carl and Elle just stared at the ground. "I know. Every woman where you're from dresses like they do books at an auto shop." He whispered to them. "You're gonna want to look at their titties. It's cool, I won't mind, they won't mind. Knock yourself out." Elle rolled her eyes. "You too, Elle. I don't know what or who you're into, I don't mind." He smiled before walking away.

Carl and Elle stayed where they were, their eyes still on the ground. "I'd prefer if he just shot us right here." Elle shrugged.

When Negan finished his hushed conversation with one of the women over at the bar, he made his way back over to the kids with an open beer in his hand. He grabbed Carl's hand and wrapped it around the beer, forcing him to hold it. They watched as he walked over to a blonde woman who seemed to be absolutely terrified.

Carl listened to their conversation, but Elle tuned it out, not wanting to hear whatever bullshit he was spewing or whatever he would force her to say. She looked around the room, taking in the surroundings. All of the women looked the same; they all wore black dresses, their hair was washed and styled, they looked as if they have yet to notice the world ended. The room had lights on, so they obviously had electricity. If it weren't for the dirty windows, the room would make it seem as if the world was still up and running.

Carl and Elle watched as Negan stood up and walked over to the woman he had initially talked to when they first arrived. Elle rolled her eyes as she watched them kiss, obviously to spite someone else. Negan held up a finger, making Dwight and Daryl wait as they're asked into the room.

Carl and Elle quickly turned to Daryl, who looked them over to make sure they were okay. When Negan began walking over, Daryl looked down at the platter in his hands. "Elle, will you grab this tray for me?" Negan asked.

She let out a small sigh before approaching the men. Daryl turned to Elle, holding the tray out as she silently asked if he was okay. He briefly shook his head, the tray being removed from his care. "Why do you got them here?" Daryl spoke for the first time.

"Woah!" Negan pretended to be surprised. "What we talk about when you're not here, is none of your business." He smirked. "Do not make me put this toothpick through the only eye he has." He threatened, pointing the toothpick at Carl. "You go with Dwight. He'll get you a mop. Dwight boy... fire up that furnace. I'll be down in a few. Time for a little déjà vu!" He smiled. He turned back to the teenagers who stood impatiently. "Come on, kids." He left. Carl set the beer down on a small, decorative table that held a potted plant before following him. He gave a small nod to Daryl on his way out.

"We'll be okay." Elle whispered as she followed the two.

"They what?" Jack panicked as Sasha told him and Maggie where Paul and Elle had run off to. "You're telling me that they just came up with the idea to sneak into one of those trucks, and actually did it within minutes of even making up the plan?"

"I'm not surprised." Maggie shrugged. Having known Elle for quite some time, she's used to seeing Elle being determined when going after something or someone, especially if it meant revenge.

"You saw how Negan acted towards Elle that night, he won't kill her. Paul is perfectly capable of defending himself, too." Sasha reasoned. "Chances are that they won't even get caught. All they're doing is checking out where Negan lives."

"I'm leaving." Jack said, grabbing his knife off of the table.

"You're gonna go after them?" Maggie asked, approaching him.

"No. I'm going back to Alexandria. That's where she'll go afterwards to tell Rick, plus, I can't be around Gregory any longer or I might kill him." He scoffed as he threw a light jacket on.

"That's a really long walk." Enid argued.

"I'll figure it out." He shrugged. "When Paul comes back, tell him I left. I'll let everyone know you guys are okay." He said, opening the door.

"Wait." Maggie said, giving him a hug before he left. "Thank you, for everything." He hugged her back.

"Of course." Sasha came over, giving him a hug as well before he left, closing the trailer door behind him.

Jack moved swiftly through the woods, avoiding the few walkers that noticed him. He eventually decided it was safe enough to walk along the road, but he stayed in the forest line to stay cautious and out of sight from any people who might drive by him.

He had been moving through the woods for about an hour now, undoubtedly getting tired from the trip, when he came across a car. He left the woods, walking across the road to the dirty car.

He pulled his knife out and pulled on the door handle, discovering the car was unlocked. He killed the lone walker, dragging its body out of the seat and setting it aside as he opened the panel to all of the electrical wires.

He glanced around him, making sure no walkers were creeping up on him as he tried his best not to shock himself. He took a deep breath and hoped that the car had fuel in it as he finished what he was doing. When the cars engine started making noise, he mentally cheered as he climbed into the drivers seat, closing the door.

Negan led them to what seemed to be his bedroom. All of the furnishing was clean and black in color. Taking off his red scarf and throwing it on the bed, Negan closed the door. "Are all of those women actually your.." Carl couldn't bring himself to finish his question.

"Wives? Yeah. I always wanted to screw a whole bunch of different women. I mean, why settle for just one? Why follow the same old rules? Why not make like better?" Negan replied, taking a seat on the black leather couch. He told them to sit as well. Hesitantly, they complied, sitting