𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘, 𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲

❝𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗟, 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘 if you don't want me going or not! This isn't about me, or you! This is about Maggie and the baby!" Ivy yelled as they stepped into the infirmary.

Carl began throwing guns into a duffel bag. "You're going to stay here. The people need you." Carl spoke.

"Maggie needs me. She's carrying my little sibling and my god child!" Ivy argued. "Glenn isn't fucking here, so it's my job to step up and help Maggie!"

"It's not your job!" Carl raised his voice. Ivy ran her hands through her hair and sighed in annoyance.

"That's exactly my fucking job! If anything, you should stay here! Since the people need someone!" Ivy stated. 

"You wouldn't be able to do much anyways! You're to emotionally attached to Maggie! You'd be crying the whole way there. You'd probably get yourself killed! Or somebody else killed." Carl muttered. Ivy stepped away from Carl slightly. Carl sighed and tried to step towards her, but she pushed him away. "Babe, I didn't mean it—"

"Screw you." Ivy whispered. "Screw you!" Ivy yelled. "Screw you for thinking I'd let my emotions get in the way of things! Screw you for thinking that I would ever, ever do anything to jeopardize the group! Screw you." Ivy grabbed a rifle from off the wall and stormed out of the infirmary.

Carl leaned against the wall and ran his hands over his face. "Fuck."

❝𝗪𝗛—𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡'𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 to Carl." Maggie asked weakly. They were on their way to hilltop due to there being a doctor there.

"It's nothing. You should get some rest." Ivy moved pieces of hair out of Maggie's face.

"Come one, tell me." Maggie muttered. Ivy sighed.

"We just got into an argument, it's not big deal." Ivy shrugged. Even though Maggie was in pain, she still shot Ivy a 'really?' look. "It was nothing."

"Liar." Maggie whispered. Ivy smirked and patted Maggie's knee. Ivy stood up.

"I'm moving away from you, now." Ivy laughed. Maggie smiled. She was on the verge of sleep and she was also in pain, so Ivy thought it was best to leave her. "Holler if you need anything."

Ivy walked into the front of the RV where everyone was sitting. She saw Carl looking out the window with a sad look on his face. Ivy sat down next to Rick.

"She alright?" Rick asked. Ivy nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Get some rest, kiddo. You're practically falling asleep. Go lay with Maggie." Ivy smiled and stood up. She was stopped by Rick grabbing her hand gently.

"I don't know what's going on with you and Carl," He spoke quietly. "but, you guys are gonna pull through this. I promise you."

Ivy nodded sadly and looked over at Carl for a second. She looked back a Rick and gave him a small half smile. "Thank you." She whispered back. Rick nodded and patted her back.

Ivy walked into the back of the RV and laid down next to Maggie. Ivy wrapped her arms around the sleeping girl.

"We're gonna be ok." Ivy whispered. "We're gonna be alright."

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗. There wasn't much to it. The group was just royally fucked. With half the group MIA, Maggie being pregnant and in bad condition. To top it all off, Ivy on the verge of psychotic break due to everything that's going on. In other, and much simpler words, the group was dead. One way or another, there was going to be bloodshed from someone.

This was now the second group of saviors the group has run into. Not including Ivy and Maggie because the two girls were still napping together. It took the gunshots of a savior to wake Ivy up.

When Ivy heard the gunshots, she was back to her old self. The psychotic little bitch who craves the sight of blood spilling from her enemies. That girl lived inside of her even when they got to Alexandria, but she was dying slowly each day. But, today, someone must've performed CPR on said dying psychotic little bitch who craves bloodshed because she is alive and well!

"They got numbers." Abraham stated. Ivy tied her hair up in a ponytail, a few strands falling loose.

"Yeah, but we're fucking crazy." Ivy muttered. "I mean, we keep driving, but if we see them again, leave it to me. There will be blood."

"Yeah, yours." Aaron spoke. Ivy snapped her head towards him as she furrowed her eyebrows. "No offense, Ivy, but we saw about two dozen of them. I think it would be pretty challenging for a tiny teenage girl to kill 20 something grown men." Ivy rolled her eyes.

"I know I can't kill a couple dozen men, but it still sounds cool to say." Ivy defended herself. Carl smiled to himself at the girls humor. He swore she was the funniest person to ever live, but Ivy thought her jokes were mediocre.

"All that matters is that we are going to get Maggie there." Sasha interjected. "She's going to be safe there. We all will be. And, if theres more saviors, we will handle them."

"If we have to shove each and every one of them up their own asses." Abraham stated. Ivy smirked and patted the back of Abrahams seat.

"Hell yeah— oh, christ!" Ivy groaned as the RV came to a stop again. Everyone stood up and looked out the windshield.

The road was filled with walkers on chains. Luckily, walkers were much easier to deal with than people, so the group was lucky— for once.

Ivy hadn't had to kill a walker since the night Carl got shot. She hoped after that night, that she would never have to kill a walker again. She didn't pick up a knife unless she was cutting up fruit, and she barely even looked at the guns.
But, all she had to do was look down at Enids flannel that she was wearing. The same flannel Enid was wearing when Ivy taught her how to shoot. All she had to do was look down at her worn out, distressed jeans that still had walker blood stains at the bottom. All she had to do was look down at the boots that had made her through half of the apocalypse.

It didn't take much for Ivy to remember who she was. She was a killer. Not by choice, but she's come to terms that she was only ever going to be a killer. A murderer.

And what better time to show it then now?

The group piled out of the RV. Ivy twirled her knife in her hand as she moved towards the walkers. She signaled Rick to cover for her as she killed some walkers, just incase any saviors were to come out of nowhere.

Ivy felt alive when the blade slid through the walkers skull. The way it's body fell was the fix Ivy needed. The blood seeping out its head was practically therapy to Ivy. She knew it was wrong and sick to think like this, but she loved killing.

She only ever killed bad guys and walkers, so Ivy felt as if she was cleaning up the earth day by day. Trying to piece humanity back together without the dead walking.

Before Ivy even knew it, all the walkers were all dead on the ground— she also thanked Sasha and Aaron for helping her kill the walkers. Ivy wiped the blood off of her face and wiped her blade off on her pants. Ivy looked at all the walkers on the ground, but one in particular stood out.

"Guys." Ivy spoke. The all walked forward and inspected the same walker. "That's Michonnes." Ivy felt her heart sped up. She looked over at another walker that had an arrow in its chest.

"It's Daryls." Carl pointed out. Ivy felt the urge to just scream at him. Not even with words, just high pitched screams.

"Damn, these saviors really suck." Ivy breathed out as she put her hands on her hips. "Couldn't they hold this off for another day?"

Suddenly, gunfire was heard. Bullets were shot towards the group, aiming at their feet. The group all pointed their guns every which way, but they couldn't see anyone.

Ivy pulled out her gun from her belt holster. She yelped when she felt someone grab ahold of her shirt and pulled her back. She was practically thrown against the side of the RV by Carl fucking Grimes.

"Go with Maggie!" Carl yelled over the gunfire. Ivy ran inside the RV and straight to Maggie. Ivy entered the small bedroom and saw an awake Maggie.

"Maggie! Are you alright?" Ivy rushed to Maggies side. Maggie looked around, obviously concerned.

"What's going on?" Her strong southern accent cracking a bit. "Ivy, what's going on?" Ivy laid her back down.

"Doesn't matter. What matters is if you're ok. Are you okay?" Ivy asked again.

"I'm as good as a woman with a rocky pregnancy can get." Maggie sighed. "But, I'm fine. What's going—" Maggie was cut off by everyone jumping into the RV.

"It's okay. Just go back to sleep." Ivy smiled with a fake cheerfulness.

"Seriously?"

❝𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘." Maggie wearily said as she awoken from her sleep. Ivy nodded and leaned her head against the wall. "Why? And I know it's not just because you're worried about me."

"They put a chair in front of the door and I can't get out." Ivy sighed. "They've stopped three times and I don't know why. I think we just stopped because it's dark out, but I don't know."

"Being in the back really drives you crazy." Maggie noted. Ivy nodded.

"I always need to be right there, helping. It drives me insane being helpless." Ivy stated. Maggie scoffed slightly and grabbed Ivy's hand.

"You're not helpless. You're helping me, right?" Ivy nodded in response. "Ok, since you're helping me, go get me some water. Thanks, you're a peach." Ivy smiled and stood up.

Ivy banged on the door. "Yo! Fuckers! Someone let me out! I have to get Maggie water!" She yelled. Ivy heard a chair move and the door opened, revealing Sasha.

"Sorry." Sasha pursed her lips together.

"Nah, it's fine." Ivy shrugged as she grabbed a water bottle. "But, who did it?" Ivy crossed her arms. Everyone looked at each other awkwardly. It was no secret that Ivy was terrifying. Carl even said she was scarier then the saviors.

"Carl did it." Eugene blurted. Ivy looked over at Carl and nodded. She pursed her lips together and walked back into the bedroom area. Ivy heard Rick follow behind her.

"Here, Maggie." Ivy muttered. She opened the water for Maggie and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Maggie was suffering, and it was hurting Ivy's heart. Her main priority was making sure Maggie was okay. And she was willing to do anything to make sure she gets to hilltop safely.

"Um," Rick cleared his throat. "Eugene said we should ditch the RV. Walk the rest of the way. You're coming with us. I ain't gonna make you stay back." Rick patted Ivy's shoulder.

"Thanks." Ivy smiled to the man.

"You go. You should probably talk to Carl." Rick stated. Ivy hugged the man before walking out of the small room. She grabbed her pistol and shoved it in her belt holster. She grabbed her knife and slid it into her thigh holster.

The group started piling out of the RV, so Ivy followed. The second she walked out the door, Carl was there.

"Seriously dude, you need to get over yourself." Ivy scoffed as she walked past him. Carl followed her until she stopped and turned on her heel.

"I'm sorry." Carl grabbed her hands, but she pushed him away.

"It really doesn't matter because I'm just gonna get everyone killed either way." Ivy shrugged and began to walk away again. Carl grabbed her waist and pushed her into the RV. He kissed her— well, made out.

Ivy pushed him away. "Stop." Ivy scolded. Carl sighed in defeat as she began to walk away. Ivy turned around one last time and planted a kiss on Carls lips. "I'm still mad at you. I just wanted to kiss you."

Carl smirked to himself as the girl began walking away. Carl knew Ivy couldn't stay mad at him for long. She holds grudges, but not when it comes to Carl.

Ivy stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. "I lied." Ivy smiled innocently as she ran up to Carl and gave him a hug. "Just in case anything happens, I love you. More than anything." Carl leaned his forehead against Ivy's.

"I love you, too." Carl whispered. "You're so pretty." Ivy kissed him once more and grabbed his arm with her free hand, her right hand was occupied by the rifle.

"Keep it PG." Abraham spoke as he walked by. Ivy flipped him off. "C'mon now."

The group all met at the front of the RV. They helped Maggie onto a makeshift gurney and began their walk.

As they walked through the dark woods, they came across a walker. Carl was quick to kill it so that the group was able to continue moving.

Maggie had been trying to convince Aaron to let her walk, but he wouldn't let her. "Aaron, please. Just let me walk it." Maggie said.

"Relax. Just a few more miles." Aaron assured.

The group continued their journey in silence. There wasn't much to say. All everyone wanted to do was get Maggie to hilltop and rest.

"I heard what you told her when we were leaving." Carl told his father. "We can do anything, 'cause we'll do anything we need to do. We have and we will."

"What happened to Denise, I'm not gonna let anyone die like that again." Carl stated. Rick looked at his son. Rick was extremely proud of Carl. He knew one day, Carl was going to lead. Carl was a natural born leader, and the apocalypse really showed it.

"Son." Rick spoke.

"What—" Carl was cut off by whistling. Everyone looked around in panic. The chorus of whistles only got louder when more people joined. They were in a very vulnerable place, but that didn't matter. They were all still willing to risk their lives to help Maggie.

"Go! Go!" Rick yelled. The group began running. They were slowed down quite a bit due to them having to carry Maggie, but they still made it a good distance.

Ivy was nervous to say the least. It takes a lot for Ivy to be scared, but now that they were running through the woods with an injured, pregnant Maggie, and half the group missing, she was terrified.

The group ran onto a spot clear of trees. The continued moving but were quickly stopped by lights flashing in their eyes. The men around them all whistled together. It sounded like coyotes screaming. The sound was deafening.

Men emerged from the woods. Way to many for the group to take on. Carl quickly made his way to Ivy's side, grabbing her hand out of instinct.

Ivy looked all around her. She looked to her right to see Eugene on his knees, crying. Ivy felt sick to her stomach.

This was the day. This was the day everything was going to go wrong.

"Good." Someone spoke as they came out of the shadows. "You made it. Welcome to where you're going." The man placed his hands on his hips. "We'll take your weapons." The man pointed a gun at Carl.

"Now."

The group didn't budge, not even Ivy. She just stood there with an blank look on her face. It was the face of a killer. The face she adapted the second she killed her first walker.

"We can talk about—" Rick tried to reason, but was quickly cut off.

"We're done talking." The man stated. Ivy shot daggers at the man. "Time to listen." A group of men stormed up to the group and began taking their weapons.

The man Ivy believed was the main savior stalked towards her. He had a mustache and an extremely receding hairline. "That's a face if I've ever seen one. Look all mean and tough, kid. Almost scared me for a second." The man laughed. "Now give me your weapons."

"Go to hell." Ivy spat. Ivy felt a man grab her knife and gun from her holsters. Ivy wore the same face. The man flashed his teeth at her.

"So scary." The man whispered sarcastically. The man walked over to Carl and took his gun. "That's yours, right?" Carl didn't answer. Instead, he just stared at him. "Yeah, it's yours." The man flicked Carls hat before turning his attention back to the group.

"Okay. Lets get her down and get you all on your knees." The man instructed. "Lots to cover." The man pointed to Maggie and some saviors went to grab her.

"Hold up." Abraham spoke up. "We got it." Ivy once told Abraham that he was, and I quote, 'the scariest fucking man she had ever crossed.' He was the only one that wasn't scared of all the men in front of him.

"Sure, sure." The savior signaled his men away. Ivy walked to help Maggie get down. They placed the makeshift gurney on the ground and they all helped Maggie up. She could barely stand due to her legs being so weak. Rick gently pushed Ivy away.

"We got it." Rick told her. Ivy nodded and stepped away. Ivy watched in horror as Maggie was carried and placed onto her knees. A savior moved Eugene a few feet away from Maggie.

"Gonna need you on your knees." The main savior said to Rick. Rick hesitated at first, but as he looked around at all the people he could lose, he knew it was best to cooperate. Rick got onto his knees besides Maggie. Sasha sat on the other side of Rick. Aaron sat in the middle of Sasha and Ivy. Carl obviously sat next to Ivy and held her hand tightly.

"Dwight!" The savior yelled. A man with a burnt face and blonde hair came from the crowd of men.

"Yeah?" The man named Dwight answered.

"Chop chop." Dwight obeyed and walked up to a van that was parked beside the group. He opened the door and told whoever was in there to come out.

"Come on." Dwight said. He grabbed a hold of someone. "You got people to meet."

Ivy looked up from the ground and saw Daryl, Rosita, and Michonne getting dragged from the van. Her heart dropped at the sight of her family. A single tear fell as she watched the groups faces drop when they saw each other.

But, Ivy's heart stung a bit when she saw Glenn get dragged out. "No." Ivy whispered. She placed her hand in front of her face and placed her elbows on the ground.

"Maggie?" Was all Ivy heard. She looked up and met Glenn's eyes. He titled his head slightly as tears filled his eyes. Ivy pressed her lips into a thin line to stop herself from crying.

"On your knees!" Dwight yelled. Maggie began crying, and Ivy had to look away. Ivy looked to Carl who had a sad look on his face.

"All right!" A savior called out. "We got a full boat. Let's meet the man." The savior walked up to the RV door and knocked twice.

A man walked out. He was carrying a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. It was stained with dried up blood, and some pieces of skin stuck in it. He wore a leather jacket and a red scarf.

"Pissing our pants yet?" The man asked as he walked forward. "Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close." He stood in front of the group, bat rested on his shoulder and a smirk on his face. He walked down the line of people and looked at everyone. Ivy kept her head down, not daring to look up at him.

"Yep. It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon." Ivy furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion. What grown man talks like that? Ivy asked herself. "Which one of you pricks is the leader?"

"It's this one." A savior pointed to Rick. The man walked towards Rick. "He's the guy."

"You're Rick, right?" The man asked. "I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool."

"Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly." Negan stated. "Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes, you are."

"You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order." Negan continued. His voice was cold and sent chills down Ivy's spine. "And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it."

"You ready?" Negan inquired. Rick was practically shaking and drenched in sweat. Rick was their leader, and to see him scared was scaring everyone else. "Here goes. Pay attention." Negan dropped his bat down near Ricks face. Ivy watched in horror as the bat sat in front of Rick.

"Give me your shit.... or I will kill you." Negan began to laugh. "Today was career day." He began walking around, pointing the bat at everyone. "We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do." Negan stopped in front of Michonne, but he kept looking at Rick.

"You work for me now." Negan pointed his bat at Rick. "You have shit, you give it to me. That's your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe."

Ivy looked over at Carl. Ivy hadn't ever really seen Carl cry, but she could tell he was cracking. "I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe." Well no shit, Sherlock. "Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want. And what I want is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later."

"This is your way of life now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be." Negan explained. "So, if someone knocks on your door...." He walked more and stopped in front of Daryl. "....you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down."

"You understand?" Negan inquired as he looked at Rick. Rick didn't answer. Negan brought a hand up to his ear and leaned towards Rick. "What, no answer? You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don't want to kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can't do that if you're dead, now, can you?" If I die, i'm coming back as a ghost and shoving that bat so far up his ass it's gonna come out of his mouth. Ivy thought.

"I'm not growing a garden. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them." Negan pointed out. "More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay." Negan looked around at the group.

"So, now..... I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you." Ivy's heart dropped and she couldn't think straight. She gripped the ground, dirt covering her nail beds.

"This— this is Lucille," Negan said, referring to his bat. Ivy couldn't look up at the weapon. That bat was going to kill one of her family members, and she couldn't watch. "and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor."

Negan looked at the group, inspecting each and every one of them. He stepped in front of Maggie and Ivy finally looked up. Ivy let go of Carls hand. Negan moved on and looked at Abraham. Abraham sat up tall. Abraham was a very strong man, stronger then most of the group.

"Huh." Negan smirked. He ran his hand over his beard and groaned. "Ugh, I gotta shave this shit."

Negan walked past the group, including Ivy and went straight to Carl. Ivy put her head down, shielding her face from the man.

"You got one of our guns." Negan said to Carl. Carl tilted his head slightly as he looked up at the man. Negan crouched down in front of Carl. "Whoa. Yeah. You got a lot of our guns." Carl sat in front of Negan with the dirtiest look on his face.

"Shit, kid, lighten up." Negan said. "At least cry a little like your friend over here." Negan pointed to the shaking Ivy who kept her head down. "Hey, little lady."

"Leave her alone." Carl spat. Negan widened his eyes as he stood up. Negan raised his hands in surrender, laughing slightly.

"My bad." Negan chuckled. Negan cleared his throat and moved down the line again. He stopped in front of Maggie again, and Ivy looked up slightly. She could see out of the corner of her eye Maggie looking up at Negan.

"Jesus. You look shitty." Ivy's breathing picked up, and so did Glenn's. Tears swelled up in Ivy's eyes as she shook in fear. "I should just put you out of your misery right now." Negan raised Lucille.

"You fucking touch her and I will gut you!" Ivy finally spoke— well, yelled. She was really loud. Ivy felt the barrel of a gun hit the back of her head. She wasn't scared anymore, just angry. Really fucking angry.

Negan widened his eyes as he turned to Ivy. The group all watched in fear. "And she speaks!" Negan walked closer to Ivy. He looked down at the girl. Ivy looked up at Negan. If looks could kill, Negan would be dead.

"Holy shit!" Negan gasped. "Do you guys know who this is?" Negan asked his men. Ivy shot him a confused look.

"It's Aaliyah's little sister! Holy shit! Looks like I did get her a birthday present after all!" Negan laughed. Ivy's face softened.

"W—What?" Ivy asked. "How do you know Aaliyah?"

"Oh, Aaliyah is my girl! She was runner up for the spot as my right hand man, but Simon got it!" Negan beamed. Ivy wanted to be happy in the moment, but it was impossible. Her sister was alive, but she was about to lose another family member. Aaliyah's alive but she working with the enemy. "Get up here! Come on!" Negan grabbed Ivy's arm and made her stand up.

Negan turned her to look at her group. "Look at all your people lined up. Since you're officially the star of the show, pick one!" Negan placed his hand on her shoulder.

"What?" Ivy breathed out.

"Pick one of your friends to, you know." Negan shrugged knowing Ivy knew what he was talking about. Ivy shook her head 'no' vigorously. "Come on! There has got to be one person you don't like! Maybe our one eyed cowboy?"

Ivy looked over at Carl who "No!" Ivy cried.

"Pick one, or I will." Negan whispered in her ear. Tears fell down Ivy's face.

"Fuck you." Ivy spat through tears. Negan laughed as he patted Ivy's shoulder. He sucked his teeth.

"I like you." Negan nodded. Negan turned to two men that weren't far behind him. "Boys, do you mind keeping this little lady with you guys?" The two men grabbed Ivy by her arms and dragged her back into the crowd.

"Ok! Listen up." Negan clapped his hands together even though Lucille got in the way. "Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions."

"Little miss Ivaline gets pass because she's family." No. "But, if any of you pull that shit, Lucille's gonna be the last thing you ever see." Negan smiled at the last part.

It took everything in Carl to not kill Negan. Ivy was hurting tremendously. Watching her family lined up with bats pointed at them is terrifying. The only thing Carl ever wanted was peace and happiness, especially for Ivy.

"Sucks don't it?" Negan looked down at Rick. "The moment you realize you don't know shit." Negan looked between Rick and Carl for a moment. Negan pointed Lucille in Carls direction.

"This is your kid, right?" Negan walked towards Carl. Ivy tried to break free from the men's grasps. Her heart pounded as Negan approached Carl. Negan laughed. "This is definitely your kid."

"Just stop this!" Rick yelled.

"Hey!" Negan yelled back. "Do not make me kill the little future serial killer." Tears fell rapidly down Ivy's face. "Don't make it easy on me."

"Please." Ivy whispered.

"Not now, Ivaline! The adults are talking!" Ivy hated how Negan talked to her like they were family. Or as if they had known each other for years. Negan turned back to Rick.

"I gotta pick somebody." Negan stated. "Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order." Negan started whistling as he walked past everyone.

"Ivaline, have you made your decision?" Negan inquired. Ivy nodded.

"Yes. I have." Ivy spoke. The group looked at her with terrified looks on their faces. Ivy would never sacrifice someone else, right? "I have."

"Well, speak now or forever hold your peace!" Negan grinned.

"Kill me." Ivy answered. "I choose me. Nobody else has to die, but me. You want blood, take mine."

Carl went to speak, but Aaron shot him a look that made him stop. Tears fell from Maggie and Glenn's faces. The rest of the group didn't know how to react.

"No—" Negan began but Ivy cut him off.

"I gave you an answer. Now kill me." Ivy stepped forward slightly. Negan looked back and forth between Ivy and the group. "I don't know what you're waiting for."

"Wow! She's willing to give up her life for you guys!" Negan pointed to the group. "But, Ivaline, I can't do that. So, I guess I gotta chose."

"You're a coward." Ivy spat. Negan inspected the group.

"I simply cannot decide." Negan stated. "I got an idea!"

Negan started with Rick.

"Eenie..."

Maggie.

"Meenie..."

Abraham.

"Miney..."

Michonne.

"Mo."

Daryl.

"Catch a tiger..."

"By..."

Sasha.

"His toe..."

"If..."

Aaron.

"He hollers..."

"Let him go..."

"My mother..."

Carl.

"Told me..."

"To pick..."

"The very best one..."

"And you..."

"Are..."

"It."

Tears fell from Ivys face. She sobbed at the sight of Negan standing in front of Abraham. Lucille pointed at him. He still stood tall, even in this circumstance.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father" Ivy looked over at Carl who looked sick to his stomach. "and then we'll start."

"You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry." Negan explained. "Hell, you're all gonna be doing that."

"No!"

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cliffhanger😍😍 um hello?? WERE GETTING IVY AND AALIYAH WHAT THE FUCK??? also, Ivy is not rocking with Negan right now, but Negans definitely rocking with Ivy