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Andrew Lincoln is an amazing actor.

~Katherine's Pov~

Negan just came back with Rick, he took him somewhere, we didn't know where but they just got back. The sun was out now, the rest of the Saviors were just standing in place. I was exhausted emotionally. I couldn't move, I couldn't even cry. I was just numb and tired from crying so much from witnessing what just happened. Negan dragged Rick to the middle, right in front of us. "Here we are." Negan said looking at Rick on the floor. "Let me ask you something Rick, Do you even know what that little trip was about.?" He asked. Rick looked at all of us not saying anything. "Speak when you're spoken to." Negan said. "Okay- okay." Rick said catching his breath. "That trip was about the way that you looked at me." Negan said, I looked up at him. "I wanted to change that, I wanted you to understand." he said, Rick looked up at him. "But you're still looking at me the same damn way.. Like i shit in your scrambled eggs and that's not gonna work! So," he said and bent down to Rick's level.

".. Do I give you another chance.?" He asked. Rick nodded a bit, "Yeah- yes. Yes." He said breathing shakily. Negan patted his back and stood back up. "Okay! Alright. And here it is. The grand prize game.! What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day." Negan said, I looked back down at the floor and closed my eyes. "Get some guns to the back of their heads." he said, I opened them again hearing safety clicks. Everyone had a gun pointed to their head. "Good. now, level with their noses so if you have to fire.." he said and made an explosion noise. "It'll be a real mess." He said. I looked up feeling eyes on me. I saw Rick looking at me. I looked at him too then he looked back down after a second. "Kid, right here." Negan said gesturing him to come to him with his finger. I looked back over to Carl, he just looked at Negan. "Kid, now." He commanded after Carl didn't move.

He got up and walked over to him. "You a southpaw?" He asked taking off his belt. "Am i a what.?" Carl asked. "You a lefty.?" he asked. "No." Carl said. "Good." he said and tied the belt around his left arm. "That hurt?" he asked. "No." Carl said looking at him. "Should, It's supposed to. Alright, get down on the ground kid. Next to Daddy, spread them wings.!" He said taking off his hat and tossing it. Carl slowly got on the ground, I looked at him and tilted my head feeling my heart race again. "Simon... You got a pen.?" Negan asked.

"Yeah." he said and tossed it to him. Negan opened it and pulled up his sleeve. "Sorry kid, this is gonna be as cold as a warlock's ballsack. Just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across your forearm." Negan said drawing a line. "There you go, gives you a little leverage." He said to Rick. I looked down at Carl looked at me scared and I looked at him too, feeling tears well up in my eyes again. "Please- please. Please don't." Rick said shaking his head.

He and Negan looked at each other, "Please don't." He repeated. Negan just smiled at Rick, God I hated this man. "Me?" he asked and laughed a bit. "I ain't doin' shit." he said and stood up. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Rick. "Rick, I want you to take your ax.. Cut your son's left arm off. Right on that line." He said. Rick looked at the floor in shock. "Now I know, I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second." Rick said, I looked back down to Carl scared. This kid already lost an eye, and now his dad was gonna have to cut off his arm.? "You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still though, i'm gonna need you to do it. Or all these people are gonna die." He said, Carl looked away from me and down at the rocks. "Then Carl dies, Then the people back home die, And then you, eventually." Negan said.

This man was sick.

"I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years just so you can stew on it." He said. "You don't have to do this. We understand- we understand." Michonne spoke out. "You understand. Yeah! I'm not sure that Rick does!" He said smiling as he looked at her, He looked back down at Carl and Rick. "I'm gonna need a clean cut, right there on that line." he said, Rick looked down at Carl with tears in his eyes. "Now, i know this is a screwed up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice. Nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees. Give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor! The kid'll be fine. Probably.." Negan said. Rick was just there, in shock. Negan bent down to Rick again. "Rick, this needs to happen now. Chop chop. Or.." he said and held the bat to Carl's head. "I will crush the little fella's skill myself" Negan said. "It can- it can be me. It can be me. Y-you can do it to me. I c- i can go with- with you." Rick said struggling to speak.

"No, this is the only way." he said and stood up. "Rick, pick up the ax." He said looking down at him. Rick didn't move, "Not making a decision is a big decision. You really wanna see all these people die?? You will. You will see every ugly thing." he said. Rick looked at the floor struggling. "Oh my god. Are you gonna make me count.?!" he asked. Rick looked around terrified. "Okay Rick! You win. I am counting." Negan said looking down at Rick. "3!" Negan yelled. "Please! Please! It can be me! Please!" Rick cried. "God-" i said as a tear fell. I hated this so much. I hated seeing Rick cry. "2!" Negan yelled bending down, slapping Rick's cheek. "Please don't." Rick pleaded. Negan held his face with one hand as Rick cried. "This is it." Negan said looking Rick in the eyes. Rick screamed, crying out as he picked up his ax.

I gasped a bit and looked at Carl as tears fell. He was just lying there in shock. "1!" He yelled. Carl looked up at Rick and said something, I didn't catch it from here. Rick put a hand on Carl's hand and lifted his ax crying. Negan walked over to Rick, bending down to look at him. He lowered the ax breathing uncontrollably. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right.?" Negan asked. Rick nodded frantically. Negan grabbed Rick's face and forced him to look at him. "Speak when you are spoken too!" Negan yelled. "You answer to me! You provide for me!" Negan said.

"I provide for you." Rick repeated crying. "You belong to me! Right.?!" Negan yelled. "Right." Rick said. "Right. That is the look I wanted to see." Negan said and took Rick's ax. "We did it. All of us. Together. Even the dead guys on the ground! Hell, they get the spirit award for sure!" Negan said looking at us. "Today! Was a productive damn day! Now I hope for all your sake, that you get it now. That you understand how things work." Negan said and paused. I looked at the floor as another tear fell. "Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you. That is over now." Negan said.

"Dwight. Load him up." Negan said. I looked up and saw Daryl being taken away. "No-" I cried looking at Daryl, Dwight took Daryl by force and put him in a van. I turned around and looked at him crying a little. He looked down at me too, "Daryl-" I whispered and Dwight closed the doors to the van. I gasped a bit and looked down at the floor as more tears fell. "He's got guts. Not a little bitch like someone I know. I like him. He's mine now. But you still want to try something- Not today, not tomorrow. I will cut pieces off of- Hell's his name?" Negan asked.

"Daryl." Simon said. "Wow! That actually sounds right. I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep. Or; better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me." Negan said. I caught my breath a bit, closing my eyes. "Ah! Welcome to a new beginning you sorry shits! I'm gonna leave you a truck. Keep it. Use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find for me. We'll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then... Ta ta." Negan said and dropped the ax.

A/N: Heart been broke so many times iiiiiii don't know what to believeeeeee