"NEGAN," came my demanding tone, just as he turned away from Sherry. I was now in his wives' room. "I need to speak to you real quick."

"Just hold that thought real quick, would yah?" Negan breathed out, holding his right index finger up. I did not give him much of an answer as he turned back to kissing Sherry. I wanted to puke.

However, I could finally see Carl in this new light. He was holding a bottle drink, which could be either his or Negan's — most likely belonging to Negan and wanting Carl to hold onto it.

While Negan was clearly occupied by Sherry, I took three steps and was now standing directly in front of Carl. "Hey, bud," I breathed out, having my arms crossing my chest. "How you doing?"

"I hate when you call me that," he finally found the words to say, his voice was clearly cracking.

"I know," I sighed and slowly nodded my head. I remembered after I was shot and rushed back to Alexandria. He remained by my bedside. "I miss you. I miss all of you guys."

"We really miss you, too," he whispered back, obviously trying to keep his voice down for Negan. It was relieving to hear that.

"Tess?" I suddenly heard the familiar voice call my name out. I turned around on my heel and was now facing Daryl, but the voice came from Dwight, though. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Mind your own business, Dwight," I warned him, gritting my teeth inside of my now-closed mouth. "Stay in your own lane." I glanced down and seen that Daryl was carrying a snack platter. What the hell? "What the hell is this?"

Carl, Daryl, and I all kept looking at one another, but I felt Dwight's warning eyes on all of us. Unfortunately for Dwight, he had to eventually look forward to see Negan making-out with his own wife. It was not a pretty sight to see, especially for Dwight. I do not envy either of them.

Negan, now realizing that Dwight and Daryl are here, too, looked from Sherry to Dwight back to her again. This is when he began to chuckle at the sight of Dwight having to stare at his wife and Negan. Asshole.

Negan walked forward to stand directly in front of Daryl, took a toothpick off the platter, and jabbed it into a green grape before he placed it in his mouth to eat. He stared back at Daryl for a while, too, while he ate that grape.

"First things first," Negan said, turning towards me. "Tess, you were here before them. What can I do for you, darlin'?"

I felt everybody's eyes on me, even Sherry's, for that matter. I came in here to finish what I started before, but... I do not think that I want to do that anymore. Not after speaking to Carl, that is. I wanted to live now. More than anything, though, I wanted to see this whole thing through.

"Um, I," I stuttered out, then coughed afterwards to help clear my voice. "I just wanted to apologize to you for my actions from before. I shouldn't have questioned your intentions or judgements. I should've seen what you had to say to Carl all the way through. I'm very sorry and I hope that you can forgive me."

I did not know how Negan would react because he only has over a thousand personalities going on.

He slightly tilted his head to the left, grinning from ear to ear, and seemed to be studying me now. He bit down on his bottom lip and posed, slightly leaning backwards. He took a moment to glance at Dwight, Daryl, and Carl. Then, he returned his dirty and sick glare on me.

"Have I ever told you just how beautiful you truly are, Tess?" Negan suddenly asked, after receiving angry glares from all three men. "You are one hot piece of ass that I would love to bang the hell out of."

I was truly and utterly disgusted. I came in here to apologize, and this is how he responds? Now, I would like to puke. Well, technically, I was going to come in here and finish what I started from earlier. Still, I wanted to be treated with respect.

When I did not say anything back to him, he took an extra step forward that took up the small gap between us. It is like he got off of the deadly looks that he was receiving from all three of them. If looks could kill...

He was looking down at me now, licking his lips. "What do you say, Tess? Me and you? You'll get double of everything. My treat."

"Negan, I don't—"

"I need to speak to you real quick," Sherry suddenly interrupted me, looking dead at me than Negan. "If you don't mind."

Negan felt her demanding eyes on him and his mouth made an O. "Oh. Yeah, yeah," he said back to her, letting the motion happen. "Of course. Let my two favorite ladies speak to one another. That's cool. I won't mind. And, hey, if you wanna... Y'know... That'll be hot, too."

Now passing by Negan, wanting to kick him right in the nuts for what he just said to me, he suddenly stopped me by taking ahold of my arm, leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "Don't forget about my offer. It'll always be up for you, if you know what I mean."

Now, I was going to puke everywhere. I was about to back in his face, if Sherry had noy yanked me away in time. She pulled me away until we were now by the bar, next to the drinks that I suddenly wanted to chug down.

When I turned back, Negan was now speaking to Carl — and all three of them, really. I felt Dwight's eyes on me the most, watching me and Sherry.

"I had to save you," Sherry whispered to me, pouring myself and her a drink. "Even I was becoming uncomfortable by just watching that."

"Why did you, though?" I had to ask since I was completely taken off-guard by her saving action. She and I had never really spoken before now, but I really appreciated her help, though.

She handed me a small glass of alcohol and I accepted it while she held hers in her right hand. "I would like to think that you would help me out in the end, too," she softly said, which I now would make sure that I would do. "Plus, I see how those guys look at you." She paused before gulping out, "Especially Dwight."

I nearly choked on a mixture of the air and my drink, which was some tasteless kind of whisky. "Um, what?"

"Don't worry about it, Tess," Sherry shrugged it off, seemingly both sincere and serious. She sat her drink down on the bar and returned her gaze to me. "It's okay. Really. I understand."

"Sherry, look, there isn't anything going on with—"

"Maybe that is so," she cut me off again, shrugging. "But, I see the way that he looks at you... because it's the very same way that he used to look at me. Now, he can't even stand the sight of me, but I fully understand why."

Honestly, I did not know what to say to her now. I mean, what could I say to her to change her mind about Dwight and my relationship? If you would even call it that. We were just two supposed Saviors that worked together a lot. Yet, the almost kiss really did send a curveball through the friendship that we had started to build with one another.

Bottom line is, I could not tell Sherry any different than what she already knows. I could not tell Sherry that Dwight does not look at me like he wants me — because it is true. He does look at me like that and I do not know if I like it or not.

Days ago when he tried to kiss me, I did not reject him. I was going to let him do it, but was it because I wanted him as much as he wants me or is it because I am just lonely?

"Why you got him here?" I suddenly heard Daryl growled out, which made me look directly back at them now.

"Whoa!" Negan exclaimed, probably shocked that Daryl could talk. "What we talk about when you're not here... is none of your business." He had even stuck his finger in Daryl's face before he turned to look at both me and Sherry over at the bar. "Do not make me put this toothpick through the only eye he has. You go with Dwight. He'll get you a mop."

To Dwight, he demanded, "Dwighty-Boy... Fire up that furnace. I'll be down in a few. Time for a little déjà vu."

Looking over at Carl with a smile, who was now holding that snack tray, Negan said, "Come on, kid." He turned towards Dwight and somewhat demanded to go through him and Daryl, like french doors, so Dwight stepped off to the side and allowed Negan to walk through.

Carl has to walk through, but not without looking dead at me with strict eyes. He followed after in Negan's shadow, but got to look directly at Daryl, too, who muttered something under his breath that I could not hear from over here.

Now that Negan has left, I returned my gaze onto Daryl, who feels it and glares back at me and Sherry both. I walked forward and was going to try to grab at Daryl. However, before he could do anything, Dwight took him by the back of his sweater and dragged him away. Daryl tried to fight him off, but he would not budge while Sherry struggled to keep me back, too.

"Daryl...," I called out his name, but it was too late as Dwight had already taken him away.

I heard it when Sherry turned away to the bar and gulped down the rest of her drink — and mine, too. I am sure that she was back there crying.