Elle walked behind Negan and Carl, getting some shy waves from the people of Alexandria who haven't seen her in quite some time. They walked up the porch steps of Rick's house as Negan knocked on the familiar yellow door. Olivia answered the door, eyes widened when she saw Negan standing before her.

Whistling, Negan invited himself in to take a look around. "Carl, where's—" she whispered.

"Enid's fine." He assured her, as she closed the door behind Elle.

"You're back." She observed.

"As far as Negan knows, I never left. Don't mention it." Elle responded as she walked further into the house.

"Where's Rick?" Negan asked, smiling. Olivia tried to explain that she was here to watch over Judith, but she kept stuttering. "Don't care, where's Rick?"

"Out scavenging for you." She replied nervously.

"Cool. I'll wait." He suggested. Elle took a seat at the kitchen island as Olivia explained that Rick and Aaron went out pretty far, leaving the chance that they wouldn't even be back today.

"We're running really low on everything. We're practically starving here." Elle looked up at Carl who had failed to mention such a thing when she asked. At Hilltop, she had fresh vegetables with every meal. She ate good during her stay. To hear that her home was suffering and nobody told her, she felt remorse.

"'Starving?' You? By 'practically,' you mean 'not really?'" He mocked. Sure, Olivia wasn't the smallest girl in the community, but Negan really needed to learn what comments were and weren't appropriate to make. Olivia turned around as she began crying at such vial comments about herself.

Negan turned around to face the kids who glared at him. "Really?" He spoke as if Olivia was just supposed to take it as a joke. "You people seriously don't have a sense of humor."

"You're an asshole." Elle scoffed. He smiled at her. "Are you going to tell me that I'm wrong?" Slowly, he turned back to Olivia.

"Excuse me, what's your name again?" He asked.

"Olivia." She responded as she put her glasses back on.

"Right, Olivia." He repeated. He put a hand on her arm to make her look at him. "I am sorry for having been so rude to you just now. And it looks like I'm gonna be here for a while, awaiting your fearless leader's return. If you'd like, I think it would be enjoyable to screw your brains out." Elle wanted nothing more than to smash her face through the kitchen counter. "I mean, you know... if you agree to it." Olivia was quick to slap him across the face. Well deserved.

Negan whispered something to her that Elle certainly did not want to hear. "All right, well, I'm just gonna out my feet up and wait for my stuff to get here." He announced. "Olivia, would you be a lamb and make us a little lemonade? Now, I know I left y'all some of that good powdered stuff." How generous.

"Well, I'm supposed to be with—" Elle and Carl frantically shook their heads, not wanting Negan to know about Judith. Luckily, Negan cut her off.

"Make it. Take your time, make it good." Olivia was quick to leave the house and make her way to the food pantry, not wanting to spend any more time with Negan than she had to. Negan turned back to Carl and Elle. "All right, kids. Take me on a grand tour!"

They showed Negan everything he wanted to see, he even took his boots off to feel the carpet on his bare feet.

He had a fun time with the running water.

He had no problem bragging about the bullseye he made on Carl's dartboard. When they showed him Elle's room, she noticed that all of the knives she usually left openly on her dresser had been taken. The only knife she still had was at Hilltop. She was officially weaponless.

"How about this one?" Negan pointed at the only door they had yet to open for him.

"Oh, it's just a water heater." Carl claimed, not knowing how Negan would react to what really lied on the other side.

"Are you serious, kid? Come on." Negan immediately saw through his bullshit. He opened the door, his smile growing wider as he laid his eyes on Judith. "Oh my. Look at this little angel." He handed Lucille off to Carl as he picked Judith up.

"La." She reached out for Elle, seeing her for the first time in just over a week. Elle gave a small wave.

The three of them, plus Judith, now sat on the porch with a pitcher of lemonade as they watched people walk by in fear of the Saviors what roamed around the streets. "This little girl is precious." He hugged a sleeping Judith.

A man walked by, hoping to go unnoticed by Negan, with no luck. "Hey, neighbor. Why don't you come by later? We might grill out." He mocked. Seeing a functioning neighborhood was more amusing to him than it was impressive. "Oh, I like it here. I might just have to stay here." He joked. At least, they hoped he was joking. "I was thinking about what you said earlier, Carl. Maybe it is stupid keeping you and your dad alive. I mean, why am I trying so hard? Maybe I should just bury you both down in one of those flower beds." He cooed as he bounced Judith on his leg. "And I could just settle into the suburbs. What do you think about that?" He asked Judith before giving her a small kiss on the head.

Elle looked away, seeing Ryder walking down the street as he tried to avoid any Saviors. She practically leaped off of the porch, not wanting to spend another moment sitting there while Negan fantasized to Judith about killing her father and brother. "Elle, we were having a good time!" He called after her.

"You're back." Ryder said, turning to her after hearing her name. Elle turned him around so they were walking away from Negan.

"Are you okay? Rick explained what happened when you guys left and that you went with the others to Hilltop."

"I'm okay, for now. I really don't want to talk about that night." She replied quickly.

"Okay. Well, how's Maggie? Is she okay, now?"

"She's fine. The baby's fine. Jack is still at Hilltop with her and Sasha. Everything is fine." It sounded like she was not only trying to convince Ryder, but also herself. Although, she could never see herself verbally admitting it, she wasn't only sick of Negan, but she was scared of him. After seeing just how much fun he had beating people's skulls in and burning other people's faces off, who wouldn't be scared?

Jack hit his fist against the steering wheel as the car sputtered to a stop, loosing the last drop of gas he had left. He groaned as he got out of the car. There wasn't much distance left to Alexandria, it just would've been nice if he didn't have to walk.

He shut the door and walked into the woods so he could finish this trip safely, risk free.

It wasn't long before he could make out the familiar walls through the trees. He started making his way towards the gate but saw multiple strangers open it as someone else pulled in, probably getting back from gathering supplies for the Saviors. "Shit." He muttered as he began trying to find a way to sneak in.

He found that the only option was to climb up one of the metal beams that held the walls up. He sighed before he began making his way up, careful when he got to the top edge of the wall, not wanting to cut his hand.

Hoisting his leg over to the other side, Jack took a deep breath before pushing himself off, catching himself in a roll as he landed safely.

Elle sat at the dining table with Judith fast asleep in her lap, as she had gotten fussy and cried for her. Carl sat next to her while Olivia sat across from them. Negan had taken it upon himself to sit at the head of the table while they waited for Rick.

In the center of the table sat a basket of rolls and a giant bowl of spaghetti that Negan had crafted. It actually smelled really good and Elle wouldn't hesitate to make herself a plate if Negan didn't insist on them waiting.

Negan let out a long sigh. "I'm not waiting for your dad anymore," he spoke to Carl. "I don't know where the hell he is, but Lucille," he picked up the bat that had its own seat at the table. "Is hungry." He took his napkin out from under his silverware and tucked it into his shirt as a bib. "Carl, pass the rolls." When Carl didn't move, he smiled. "Please."

"Just give him the damn bread." Elle hissed, wanting to move this long, but more importantly, get a plate of spaghetti. Reluctantly, Carl passed the basket to Negan.

A knock at the door gained everyone's attention. "Elle, be a dear and get that." Negan smiled at her. She shot him a glare as she passed Judith off to Carl, standing up. She walked over to the door and opened it. She was quite surprised to see the tall blonde that stood before her. Without looking back she pushed the both of them out of the way as she closed the door.

Noticing the Savior standing at the bottom of the porch, she talked quietly. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Jack whispered back. "Why the hell did you and Paul leave without saying anything?"

"We didn't want you to stop us." Jack only glared at her, knowing that he would have tried. "Why'd you follow me, how'd you know I was here?"

"I didn't know, I knew you would come here next to tell Rick anything you found out. Where the hell is Paul?" Elle shrugged. "You don't know?"

"He jumped out of the truck before we got there. He probably went back to Hilltop." She guessed.

"Elle, why don't you and your guest come enjoy some dinner?" Negan shouted from inside. Elle turned back to Jack.

"Negan believes that we were on a run during their first pick up, Maggie is dead, you were just trying to hunt and came back empty handed." She quickly gave him the rundown before opening the door to reveal that her guest was her own brother.

"And where were you, young man?" Negan asked, gesturing to the empty seat at the other head of the table.

"Hunting. No luck." Jack lied as he and Elle took their seats.

Carl, Elle, Jack, and Olivia watched from the porch as Negan played pool with Spencer. It was obvious to everyone that Spencer wasn't Rick's biggest fan, so nobody was surprised when Spencer was practically making out with Negan's ass. The people of Alexandria gathered in the street to watch.

"I get what you're trying to do here, what you're trying to build." Spencer spoke as Negan lined up his shot. "I'm not saying I agree with your methods, but I get it. You're building a network. You're making people contribute for the greater good. It makes sense." He said as Negan's shot was successful.

"Kiss ass." Elle called out. Jack punched her arm, telling her to knock it off as Negan looked at her. Spencer ignored her comment and continued talking.

"You should know that Rick Grimes has a history of not working well with others." Negan didn't say anything as he walked to the other side of the table, taking another shot. He watched as he was successful yet again.

"Is that so?"

"Rick wasn't the original leader here. My mom was. She was doing a really good job of it. Then she died, not long after Rick showed up— same with my brother, same with my dad." Of course, Spencer makes it seem as if Rick was the reason behind his family's deaths. It was clear that he was trying to get Negan to remove Rick from whatever position of power he still may have.

"So everything was peachy here for, what, years? And then Rick shows up, and suddenly, you're an orphan? That is the saddest story I've ever heard. Good thing for you, he's not in charge anymore." Negan said as he took a sip of his scotch while Spencer lined up his shot.

"Doesn't matter. His ego's out of control." Yeah, his ego. "He'll find a way to screw things up, to try and do things his way, to take over. That's what he did with my mom. That's what he'll do again." He claimed as he successfully knocked a ball into a pocket.

Negan gave a slight nod, pausing to think. "What exactly are you proposing to be done about that?"

"I am my mother's son."

"Yet, somehow, you're pulling this shit." Elle whispered to the three people who stood beside her.

"I can be the leader she was. That's what this place needs. That's what you need." Negan smiled.

"So I should put you in charge; that's what you're saying?" Spencer simply nodded. "You know, I'm thinking, Spencer." He began as he walked around the table. "I'm thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts. But he is out there right now, gathering shit for me to make sure I don't hurt any of the fine people that live here. He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done." He crouched down as he got ready to make his play. "That takes guts." He smiled as he took the shot and set his pole down on the table, turning to Spencer.

"And then there's you." He pointed, slowly making his way towards Spencer. "The guy who waited for Rick to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty work, so he could take Rick's place." Elle seriously hated Negan, but the last two hours, with the fantastic meal and calling Spencer out on his bullshit, those were things she had to give him props for.

"So, I gotta ask— if you want to take over, why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?"

"What? No, no. I didn't— I don't—"

"You know what I'm thinking? 'Cause I have a guess." Negan leaned in as he whispered. "It's because you got no guts." Negan pulled out a knife and quickly drove it into Spencer's abdomen, earning gasps from most of the witnesses. Negan smiled as he dragged the knife across, watching as Spencer's insides began spilling to the ground.

Spencer fell to his knees, his own intestines in his hands. "How embarrassing. There they are, they were inside you the whole time! You did have guts! I've never been so wrong in my whole life!" Negan shouted.

He walked around to table, picking up Lucille. "Someone ought to get up here and clean this mess up." He spoke, facing the large group of people who stood in the street. Nobody moved. "Oh." He said, raising the bat and swaying it in their direction. "Anyone wanna finish the game?" He asked with a smile, offering Spencer's spot in the game of pool. "Anybody?" Elle could see the anger on Rosita's features, something telling her that she was about to do something. "Anybody? Come on, I was winning!"

Rosita quickly pulled out a gun, pulling the trigger. "Shit!" Negan yelled. Rosita had perfect aim, Negan just moved at the last moment, causing Lucille to take the bullet for him. "What the shit?" The Savior known as Arat took the gun, knocking Rosita on her back. "Shit! You tried to kill me? You shot Lucille!"

"She got in the way." Rosita hissed as Arat placed a knife to her throat. Negan panted as he picked up the shell from the ground.

"What is this?" He asked, holding the object up. "What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darling, but you showed some real ingenuity here." He huffed. "Arat, move that knife up on that girl's face." Arat didn't hesitate to set the knife on Rosita's cheek. "Lucille's beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same. So why should yours?!" He shouted. Everyone was on edge, as they couldn't do anything. "Unless you tell me who made this."

"It was me." Rosita smirked. "I made it."

"You see, now I just think you're lying." Negan said. Now, Elle knew Rosita didn't make the bullet, simply because she knew Rosita. She knew her skill set. Negan? He knows absolutely nothing about Rosita, so for him to just assume she was lying was a little insulting. "And you lying to me now?! Such a shame. Arat's gonna have to cut up that pretty face. One more try."

"It was me." She said as she lifted her head, the knife cutting her skin.

"Oh!" Negan laughed. "You are such a badass! Fine. Have it your way. Arat," he addressed the Savior holding Rosita down. "Kill somebody." Arat put her knife away.

"No! It was me!" Rosita insisted as Arat pulled her gun out, quickly shooting Olivia. Jack pulled Elle to the side as they ducked, Olivia's body hitting the floor of the porch.

"Oh my god." Carl said as he quickly looked at her. The bullet hit just below her eye. The three that were left quickly stood up to see Rick making his way toward the scene, supporting Aaron who looked like hell. Eric was quick to help Aaron and Rick addressed Negan.

"We had an agreement."

"Rick!" Negan shouted, his voice becoming hoarse. "Look, everybody, it's Rick. Ah, your people are making me lose my voice, doing all that yelling." He returned to normal volume. "Rick... how about a 'thank you'?" Rick cocked his head, not knowing what he should be thanking him for. "I mean, look, I know we started this relationship with me beating the holy shit out of your friends, and because of that, we're never gonna sit around and braid each other's hair, or share our deepest and darkest secrets, but how about a little credit? I just bent over backwards to show you how reasonable I am." He smiled as Rick wiped his forehead.

"Your kids," he pointed at Carl and Elle. "Those two little love birds, they hid in one of my trucks and machine-gunned a bunch of my men down, and I brought them home, safe and sound. And, I fed them spaghetti." Rick turned to look at the kids, the expression in his face saying that he was surprised, and they were going to get an earful about it later. Rick turned back to Negan.

"Another one of your people— well, he wanted me to kill you and put him in charge. I took him out... for you." How thoughtful. "And another one, here—" he pointed at Rosita. "She shot Lucille, trying to kill me just now, so I gave you one less mouth to feed. And by looking at her—" he pointed at the porch where Olivia's body laid. "That mouth did some major damage. Now, personally, I wouldn't have picked her to be the one to go, but Arat." He sighed. "I don't know— didn't trust her or something." Rick glared at Negan.

"Your shit's waiting for you at the gate. Just go."

"Sure thing, Rick. Right after I find the guy or gal that made this bullet." He showed Rick the shell. "Arat." She was quick to point her gun at Aaron, who had already taken a hell of a beating.

"It was me!" Tara shouted, making her the target.

"No, it wasn't." Eugene cried. Everyone slowly turned to Eugene, who hid behind his hands. "It was me." He sniffled as Negan stood in front of him. "It was only me."

"You?"

"It required one spent casing, one four-holed turret reloader, powder, one funnel for the powder—"

"Shut up. I believe you." A soft noise from behind her redirected Elle's attention. She turned around to see Olivia's hands behind twitching as she turned.

"Shit." She whispered, causing Jack and Carl to turn at witness the sight. Jack quickly made his way over, quietly driving his knife through Olivia's skull and wiping the blood off before hiding the weapon again.

"Let's move out!" Negan shouted. He spoke a few more words with Rick before joining the rest of the Saviors in their departure. Rick turned to the three on the porch.

"You three, inside." They groaned as they knew they were about to get ripped a new one. They went inside and sat on the couch, hearing Rick make his way inside as well. "What the hell were you two thinking?"

"We were thinking that if we killed Negan, everything would get better." Carl answered.

"You would have been killed on the spot."

"Would that have mattered is Negan was dead?" Elle argued.

"Yes! Of course it would've mattered!" Rick shouted. "You are