You: Negan?

Simon noticed the two of you and your reactions.

Simon: You know this kid?

Negan rubs his stubble.

Negan: He's my fucking nephew.

Simon simply nods, and goes back in line.

Negan takes a breath.

Negan: How are you, son? Where's your mom?

You shake your head.

He closes his eyes, and sighs. He also didn't know where his sister was.

You: What is this? What are you?

Negan: The new world order, Y/N. It's just how it is.

Negan begins to pace around. Inside, he knew what he had to do. Although he was glad to see you alive, he couldn't become soft or show his emotions in front of his men.

Negan: You've made it this far, Y/N. You're strong, like I always knew.

He begins to look at the rest of your friends.

Negan: These are your buddies? Folks from the Oasis, right?

You just look at him.

Negan: How's William? That motherfucker is something else isn't he?

You: He's dead. I killed him.

Negan nods, seemingly impressed.

Negan: Well goddamn, ain't that some shit?

He crouches down in front of you, his bat in hand.

Negan: I assume you're the leader of that place now? Leading that attack on my men and all....that takes initiative from somebody in power.

You: Your men fired first. I had to deal with a threat that could've possibly hurt the Oasis.

Negan chuckles as he stands back up.

Negan: Fired first? I don't believe it. Besides, you got to run away safely while two of my men were killed. That's kinda fucked up.

He continued to pace around in front of you and your group.

Negan: And then you came over the next day and killed more of my people, more than I'm comfortable with.

He begins to shake his head as he looks at you.

Negan: For that....for that you have to pay.

He then begins to brandish his barbed wire bat.

Negan: This is Lucille. She's the love of my life.

You remember your aunt Lucille. She was dealing with cancer right before the outbreak. You figure she didn't make it.

Negan: One of you will have the honor to be her next victim. So if you're chosen, think of it as a gift.

Negan holds Lucille against his shoulder as he continues to pace.

You: Negan....please. Don't do this.

Negan: I'm sorry, but like I said...you can't mess with the new world order. You'll learn sooner or later, because your not the one who's going to die.

He starts to look at Clementine, who's been kneeling closer to you. He smiles.

You: Awww, is this your girlfriend? You did always have a thing for cute lightskin girls.

Negan flicks the front of her cap.

You: Don't touch her!

Negan: Hey! Watch your tone. Don't make kill the little lady.

Clementine looks up at Negan.

Clementine: If you hurt any of us, I will kill you myself.

Negan chuckles.

Negan: Damn. You got some lady nuts on you. Y/N knows how to choose 'em.

Negan then looks at all of you, and holds up two fingers.

Negan: Two is the magic number. Two of you, for two of the men you killed the first time. Consider yourself lucky, because I not counting the ten others you killed back near the estates.

You: Negan—

Negan: That's that! Don't speak anymore or I'll make you choose who dies yourself. And trust me, you don't want anymore guilt.

Negan then rubs his fingers against the sides of his head.

Negan: Now how am I going to choose?

He begins to laugh.

Negan: I could try eenie meenie miney mo, but I'll save it for next time. In case another group comes along and makes the same mistake as y'all.

Negan continues to think, and finally comes up with a way. He looks back at Simon.

Negan: Think of a number between 1 and 50. Don't tell me yet, though.

Simon smirks.

Simon: I got it.

Negan then walks up to Clementine.

Negan: Number between one and fifty?

Clementine just scowls.

Negan: Not answering is a big decision. That means you will die, and then Y/N will, and we'll go back to your home and start again over there with two new people.

Clementine looks down, and answers.

Clementine: Thirty-two.

He then goes up to Lee.

Lee: Fourty-Four.

Then he reaches Alvin.

Alvin: Nineteen.

He then starts pointing at the rest.

Wyatt: Twenty-one.

Omid: Fifty.

Russell: Thirty-eight.

He doesn't ask you, since he already told you he wasn't going to kill you.

Negan: All right. I got them right up here now in my head. I have good memory.

He snickers.

Negan: Whoever was closer to Simon's number, will get the honor. Simon?

Simon smiles.

Simon: Seventeen.

Negan looks back your group, and remembers who was closest. Alvin.

Negan: Well, big man. Looks like you have a date with Lucille. She'll treat you right.

Lee: No, please!

You: Don't do this, Negan! Please! We're blood! You were like a fucking father to me!

Negan looks at you, still brandishing his bat.

Negan: That's why I'm not killing you, Y/N....so you can learn the new order like I did.

Negan brings his bat down on Alvin's head.

CRACK!

Alvin falls over.

You are speechless.

Omid: No!

Negan keeps on hitting Alvin.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

It isn't long until Alvin's head is turned into a mush.

Clementine begins to cry. Negan looks at his bloodied bat.

Negan: Man, look at her! She was thirsty.

You grit your teeth, and look at him. Negan simply continues to smile.

Negan: That wasn't enough though, that was just her appetizer.....

Negan then continues to pace around, brandishing his weapon. He goes up to Wyatt.

Negan: You picked twenty-one, huh?

Wyatt doesn't respond, but he's shaking.

Negan: Consider yourself lucky, though....

He gets up, and walks over near Omid.

Negan: ....because this time, the farthest from Simon's number gets it.

Omid chose fifty.

You: No—

Negan immediately brings the bat down on Omid's head.

CRACK!

Omid falls forward, and Negan continues to hit him.

WHACK!

WHACK!

Like Alvin, Omid's head had broken open and made a mess on the pavement.

Negan caught his breath, and smiled.

Negan: Now that was a hell of a course! Lucille has had her fill.

He then walks up to you, and notices you are angry.

Negan: Look, it's what had to be done. You can't go through this world without enduring the consequences of your actions.

You just look at him.

Negan: So, now we're going to hatch out some terms about what you give us now. Supplies and such. So that this doesn't happen again.

You: I'm not giving you shit. You're not the same man I once knew, because of that....I'm going to fucking kill you.

Negan's smile fades, and just scowls. He gets up.

Negan: Simon...grab the girl.

Simon walks up to Clementine and pins her down the ground. Your heart jumps. Negan looks at you.

Negan: So, you killed how many men of mine? Ten? All right.

He motions one of his men to give a hatchet to Simon.

Negan: Ten men. Ten fingers. Do you really want your girl to go through this?

You eyes widen as Simon holds Clementine's hand against the ground. He raises his hatchet.

Negan begins to chuckle.

Negan: Handjobs must suck without fingers, you know? Just saying.

Negan then gets serious.

Negan: Half of everything you have back at the Oasis, you give to us. Then whatever you can scavenge afterwards, half of that goes to us too. Those are the terms.

You still stay quiet, mostly because of the shock of what's happening.

Negan: If not, then your girl here will just get all her digits chopped off. Then, the rest of these men die, then we go back to the Oasis and kill everybody there, and then you. We'll keep the lady breathing for a while, just so she can see how you're indecision ruined her life.

You look at Clementine, then at your surviving friends. You had no choice.

You: Okay....okay.....

Negan smiles.

Negan: Whoopty-fucking-do! Does somebody have champagne? This calls for a celebration.

Negan crouches next to you, and playfully slaps your shoulder.

Negan: It was nice catching up with you, son. Our partnership will be a blast. We'll leave you your van, so you can go back home and scrounge up the shit you're going to give me in a week.

Negan gets up, and whistles to his men.

Negan: Move out!

Negan begins to walk away back to his car, as the rest of the Saviors begin leaving as well. One Savior takes out a camera, and snaps photos of Alvin and Omid's bodies.

They all drive off, leaving the five of you alone, and in a state of despair.