Me, Carl and Negan were making pasta bolognaise. This was making the list of top ten things I'd never thought would happen. Negan was making the sauce, Carl was making the pasta and I was doing the garlic bread, making drinks and laying the table.

I looked over to the front door and saw Olivia entering with the lemonade stuff in her hands. I caught a glimpse of Tara behind her. I hadn't had a chance to talk to Tara since she came back, I made a mental note to check in on her. She had to come back to be thrown into the Negan deal and her girlfriend being dead.

The table was set, and the food was ready. I helped Olivia bring over the glasses of lemonade and put them next to the glasses of water. I went to sit down, but Negan tutted at me. "We're going to need another setting." I rolled my eyes, I hated to be doing what he told me. "Keep rolling your eyes, Ellie Belly. Maybe you'll find a brain back there."

"Bite me." I said, just loud enough for him to hear. He simply laughed in return.

When I set another place, we sat around the table. Me, Carl, Olivia and Negan that is. He told us that we were to wait for Rick to come back before we could eat. I'm not gonna lie, I was starving, but I didn't want to risk Negan bringing Lucille down on anybody. Negan sighed. "I'm not waiting for your dad anymore. I don't know where the hell he is, but Lucille is hungry." Negan raised the bat and put it on the empty chair that was meant for Rick. Negan grabbed a napkin and tucked it into his shirt. "Carl, pass the garlic bread." When Carl didn't move, Negan looked taken aback. "Please."

I kicked Carl's foot under the table. He glanced at me before grabbing the small basket and handing it to Negan.

It was a slow, quiet, tense dinner. Me, Olivia and Carl were cleaning up while Negan wondered around with a glass of lemonade in his hand. "That was the most awkward dinner I've had since Isabella had the leader of the Vipers over for dinner and I accidentally gave him salmonella. He lived, but uh... Yea. My bad."

Carl looked at me, with furrowed eyebrows and his eye was slightly narrowed. "You've had a strange life haven't you."

"It's dragging on a bit now." I nodded.

Me, Carl and Olivia were on the porch as we watched Spencer and Negan begin to play on a pool table on the road outside of the house. We stood on the porch with our arms crossed over our chests, all just glaring at the two men. I didn't particularly like Spencer, but that's because I didn't know him well and I automatically assume all people are shit. I'm very open about my feelings towards Negan.

To generalise the boring ass conversation: Spencer was basically dragging Rick's name which made my blood boil, I almost yelled at him to stop, but with Olivia taking my hand and squeezing it, I remained calm. Spencer wanted Rick dead and for Spencer to be the leader. This was bullshit because Rick's the best damn leader this world ever saw. Then, what took us all by surprise is when Negan took out his knife and full on stabbed Spencer in the gut. Gasps came from everyone, including me, as I squeezed Olivia's hand tighter in shock. Negan dragged the knife across and pulled out, we watched as Spencer's guts literally fell onto the concrete. 

"Oh shit." Carl muttered, his one eye staring in horror. 

Negan had said something, taunting Spencer, but I couldn't hear him as my ears were ringing in shock. I could feel my dinner churning in my stomach as I watched Spencer holding onto his own guts as he fell to his knees. It only took a couple seconds for him to fall to his side. Very dead.

Rosita was at the front of the crowd which had gathered to watch. She was staring at Spencer, shaking with anger. Negan picked up Lucille instead of his knife. "Now, someone outta get up here and clean up this mess up." Negan commanded, but nobody moved. "Oh." Negan pointed towards the crows with Lucille. "Anyone wanna finish the game? Come on. Anybody?... Come on!" He laughed. "I was winning."

It all happened so fast. Rosita pulled out her gun and shot at Negan. One bullet. I'm not sure where she got it, but I knew it was all she had... Otherwise she would've fired a successful shot. The bullet hit Lucille. Negan was unharmed... Unfortunately.  "Oh god." I muttered.

"Shit! What the shit?" Negan yelled. Loathing and anger very present in his voice. Arat (one of the women saviours) didn't hesitate to knock Rosita onto her back and pin her there. "Did you just try to kill me?" Arat was holding a knife to Rosita's neck. I couldn't help it. I jumped over the banister of the porch and fell like five feet before landing smoothly on my feet and running over. I felt a gun press to my head when I was only a few feet away from Rosita. I looked and saw Megan. I raised my eyebrows slightly, my breath catching in my throat before I looked to Rosita. "You shot Lucille!" The grown man having a temper tantrum cried out.

"She got in the way." Rosita answered. 

Negan's face... I'd never seen it so angry. He wasn't even that angry when Johnny Evans came thirty three minutes late to class without his P.E kit and claimed his dog ate it. Negan squatted down and picked up the bullet casing. "What is this?" He demanded, repeating when she didn't respond. "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. Arat, move that knife up on that girl's face."

"No! Don't hurt her!" I yelled, trying to run forward but Megan was quick to grab me. Her left arm around my neck, holding me to her, her right hand holding a loaded gun to my temple.

"Lucille's beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same." He hissed at Rosita. "So why should yours! Unless... Unless you tell me who made this."

"It was me." Rosita stated. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew how to make it... But, I knew Eugene was the one who did it. I glared at him as he cowered with the crowd. "I made it."

"You see, now I just think you're lying." Negan had a very sarcastic smile on her face. "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." Rosita answered as Arat drew the knife deeper into her skin and dragged it down a little, making an scar about an inch and a half long.

Negan laughed. "Oh! You are such a badass!... Fine. Have it your way. Arat, kill somebody."

"No! It was me! No!" Rosita screamed as Arat pulled out her gun and fired behind me. Towards Carl and Olivia. I swivelled my head and saw Carl still standing, I'd heard a body hit the floor though. I knew Olivia was dead. I couldn't help the sense of relief that flooded me at the fact that Carl was still alive. I instantly felt guilty and sick about the fact that I felt relief at somebody's death. I knew that would eat me up later, but I had to focus on Rosita's safety. I turned back to my cousin who was still laying on her back.

I saw Rick and Sophia coming over. Rick was helping Sophia walk... She'd clearly been beaten up. I grabbed onto Megan's arm and tried to pull it away as Sophia limped over to Carl, she kept her eyes on me though. I stared at her, my mouth agape at the physical pain she was in. "We had an agreement!" I heard Rick shout at Negan.

When Sophia was out of my sight, I turned back to Negan and Rick. "Rick!" Negan responded. "Look, everybody, it's Rick!" Negan's voice was kinda hoarse though. "Ah, your people are making me lose my voice doing all this yelling. Rick, how about a thank you? 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 going to be able to sit around and braid each other's hair or share our deepest, darkest, secrets... But, how about a little credit? I just bent over backwards to show you how reasonable I am. Your kid, hid in one of my trucks and machined down a bunch of my men."

Rick instantly looked to me. "Hey, no, for once I wasn't the problem child... Okay, I was but not to this extent." I defended myself.

Rick narrowed his eyes, before looking to Carl. Negan continued. "I brought him home. Safe and sound. I even fed him and Ellie Belly spaghetti." Rick slowly turned back to Negan who proceeded to fill him in. "Another one of your people, well, he wanted me to kill you and put him in charge. I took him out for you. And, another one, here." Negan pointed to Rosita with Lucille. "She shot Lucille, trying to kill me. So, I gave you one less mouth to feed. And by looking at her, that mouth did some major damage."

I opened my mouth to defend Olivia, but I heard Megan in my ear. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your gob closed. I do not  want to hurt you."

"Now, personally, I wouldn't have picked her to be the one to go... But, I don't know, I guess Arat didn't trust her." Negan grinned as he spoke.

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

"Sure thing, Rick... Right after I find the guy or gal that made this bullet... Arat." With Negan's words, Arat pointed her gun at Eric.

"It was me!" Tara yelled out. The gun went from Eric to her, but Arat didn't pull the trigger.

"No, it wasn't." Eugene whimpered out. Eugene was literally crying as Negan approached him. "It was me." Eugene stated. "It was only me." His voice was shaking.

"You?" Negan furrowed his eyebrows.

"It required one spent casing, one four hole turret reloader, powder, one funnel for the powder-" Eugene began.

"Shut up." Negan interrupted, Eugene instantly shutting up. Negan put his hand on Eugene's back. "I believe you." He then walked slightly away from Eugene, holding his bat up, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Lucille, give me strength... I'm gonna be relieving you of your bullet maker, Rick... That and whatever you left for me at the gate. And however much you scavenged, it's not good enough, because you're still in a serious, serious hole after today." Negan had spoken calmly, before yelling out. "Let's move out!" 

With Negan's words, I furrowed my eyebrows, I had expected to see Eugene die. Saviours started dragging Eugene away. Rosita screamed out, her voice broken. "No! No! Just take me! No!" Rosita tried, but it broke into just a cry.

"I'm sorry." Megan whispered in my ear before walking off with the other saviours. I ran over to Rosita and wrapped her in my arms as she was broken on the floor. She leaned back into me as she watched Eugene get dragged away.

"Rick, I'm not gonna lie. Your kitchen is a goddamn mess." Negan chuckled. "I'll see you next time." With that Negan started walking away.

I heard growling behind me. Rosita didn't care to look, me and Rick exchanged glances before we looked to Spencer who was coming back as a walker. Rick pulled out his knife and very angrily stabbed Spencer in the head.

I had helped a very distraught Rosita get cleaned up, before I tucked her into bed. I knew she wouldn't sleep, but it felt better knowing that she was at least in bed. I walked into the kitchen to see Carl cleaning up Sophia's face. "What happened?" I asked her.

"Me and Rick found a shit ton of supplies on a boat. This guy left a taunting note, I said the wrong thing when the saviours found it. Rick went nuts trying to get them to stop, but..." She trailed off.

"Michonne will probably clean you up better when she gets back." Carl said. "Unfortunately, I'm not that good at it."

I gave Carl a comforting smile before I inspected Sophia's injuries. She had a bust lip, a black left eye, a cut on her forehead and a big bruise on her right cheek. "There's bruises on my stomach too." She commented.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered.

She shook her head. "Ed kinda prepared me for this shit." A sad laugh escaped her lips as she wiped a tear from her eye. That tear led to another, I didn't know what to say. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. Soph cried as she let me hold her. Carl stepped forward and wrapped his arms around us both. None of us said a thing as me and Carl did our best to be there Sophia like she had always been there for us.