Negan decided to visit Alexandria a few days early, and when Parker realized she was going home, she couldn't help but get excited. She would see her family again. Rick, Carl, Judith, Michonne... she would see them all again. It hadn't even been a week, yet it had felt like an eternity. Not being used to being alone and then being ripped away from everyone she knew in a matter of seconds had taken a toll on her. They loaded her into a van with Negan behind the wheel, and though she ignored him, she was too busy looking at the photos on her lap to even bother speaking to him. After seeing Daryl, Parker had gone back to her room, feeling the comforting presence of her photographs in her pocket, and safe knowing she had a weapon. 

When she stepped into her room and found it clean and tidy, as if she had never had her crisis, she was surprised to see some clean clothes folded on the bed. On top of them was a photograph, and when Parker picked it up, there was a note attached. 'I thought you'd like to have this, I didn't want it to get torn apart - Sherry' Parker smiled as she looked at the small image, remembering the day it was taken. She and Daryl had gotten a well-deserved rest and spent the day together, fast asleep on the couch, in each other's arms. Parker was lying in front of Daryl, who was behind her with an arm around her waist and a hand on her belly. Carl had taken the photo with Aaron's camera and given the copy to Parker the same day. She smiled sadly at the memory, turning the photograph over to see a hastily scribbled note on the back, written in Daryl's familiar handwriting.

'You gave me one, and I thought you'd want one too. Remember, I will always find you - Daryl.' She never even knew it was there so she was glad that Sherry had found it before it had gotten ruined. It had to of fallen out somewhere seeing how she'd been in the same outfit for days. Parker had the picture on her lap, along with the other two she had kept, and when Negan looked at her, his eyes followed her gaze to the frozen memories.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be so sentimental. Someone as tough as you.. It's not the first thing that comes to mind."

"Fuck off," She muttered, the cool metal of the pocket knife pressing into her side a constant reminder that if she did anything stupid, someone else would pay the price. That was the only exchange they shared until they reached Alexandria, at which point Negan turned to Parker and told her to stay in the truck. Parker wanted to go out but reluctantly stayed inside until she was told to do otherwise, fearing the repercussions that would undoubtedly affect Daryl more than her. Negan knocked Lucille against the metal bars of the gate, but Parker didn't hear what he said, instead, she watched with bated breath as Spencer drew back the mesh screen. After a brief conversation, Rick appeared at the gate and shared an exchange with Negan before opening it fully. 

Parker's heart rate quickened when she saw her brother, watching as Negan killed the walker approaching Alexandria's gates before turning to Rick with a smile and handing him Lucille. Parker couldn't wait much longer, she got out of the truck and her eyes landed on Daryl, who she hadn't realized was also being brought along. Before Negan had the chance to say anything else she ran to the gate, pushing past him and launching herself straight into Rick's arms.

"Thank God!" Parker gasped as Rick held her unsurely, in disbelief at the fact that she was in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Rick asked, concern evident in his voice. Parker nodded into his shoulder.

"It's good to see you. I missed you. How- how is Maggie? And the others?" Rick pulled out of the hug, looking away. "No. No, what? Who now? Rick, who died?" She panicked, seeing how quickly he'd shut down.

"Everyone's okay," Rick told her quietly, finally meeting her gaze. "Maggie...Maggie's gone. She didn't- we tried. After you were gone.. we tried." Hearing that felt like a punch to the gut, and Parker stumbled back slightly and felt Rick's hands on her arms, steadying her as she looked at him.

"You.. y- you were supposed to take.. you were supposed to take her to Hilltop." She whispered almost silently as her eyes filled with tears at the news. Not only had she lost Glenn that night but she'd also failed him. The last thing he had said to her was to look after Maggie and she couldn't even do that.

"We did," Rick replied quietly, tears lining his eyes at her reaction. "But there wasn't much we could do." Rick hated lying to Parker. He hated seeing the crushed expression on her face caused by the lie, but it had to be believable. If Parker knew the truth, she wouldn't be able to play along, so breaking the news of Maggie's 'death' was the best way to keep them both safe.

"No," Parker whispered, her eyes full of tears. "No, it can't be... tell me you're lying. Tell me that's not true." Rick hugged his sister again, feeling his heart break.

"I'm so sorry." A hand on Parker's arm pulled her away from Rick, followed by Negan's voice

"That's enough. It's my new wife you're touching." Rick looked at Parker for answers, and she shook her head, trying to tell him that Negan was talking shit.

"Rick, let it go, okay? He's fucking delusional." She muttered harshly under her breath, glaring at Negan as he admired the town. Negan looked around as he put a hand on Parker's shoulders, which she pushed away as Negan examined Alexandria and smiled

"Hot.. diggity dog! This place is magnificent! An embarrassment of riches, as they say. Yes, sir, I do believe you are gonna have plenty to offer up." Rick turned to Daryl when he caught sight of him walking by.

"Daryl, hey-"

"No," Negan interrupted, blocking their view of Daryl. "Nope. He's the help. You don't look at him. You don't talk to him, and I won't make you chop anything off of him." Rick looked down defeatedly and Negan turned to look at Rosita. "Same goes for everyone." He sang, getting in her face. "Right...?" Rosita looked at Negan- if looks could kill, she would have killed him ten times over- and walked away. Negan seemed excited by her attitude. "A lot of suspense there. I don't think she even knew how much. Alright, let's get this show on the road. See what kinda goodies you got in the cupboard."

"We put aside half of the supplies," Rick spoke after a moment, trying to keep his temper under control as he listened to Negan.

"No, Rick," Negan shook his head. "No. You don't decide what we take. I do. Arat!"

"You heard the man," Arat said loud enough for all of their people to here. "Move out!"

"They're just gonna search the houses a bit," Negan explained as his men began to disperse around Alexandria. "Keep the process movin'." He exhaled excitedly as he looked around, his eyes wide like a child on Christmas morning. "Alright! You gonna show me around or not? Well?" He looked at Parker expectantly. "What about you? A tour for a tour?"

"Hell no," Parker rejected his suggestion, walking past Negan. He grabbed her bicep and turned her around, forcing her to look at him.

"Where do you think you're running off to?" He questioned her, curiosity radiating off of him.

"To find my nephew," Parker replied, watching Daryl tense as Negan put his hand on her. "And there's nothing you can say or do to stop me." Even she knew she was crossing at least twenty different lines. Rick inhaled sharply at his sister's words, and Negan laughed at the sound, tightening his arm around Parker's shoulders so that she was pressed uncomfortably close to his side.

"Ah, don't worry, Rick. Your sister and I have had some time to... get to know each other. I enjoy the fight she puts up, so don't worry, I won't be killing her anytime soon. Plus, she's a beautiful addition to the rest of my wives." Parker finally got out of his grip, disgust washing over her features.

"I'm leaving. And stop calling me that!"

"Don't stray too far," Negan called after her as Parker walked away from them, raising her middle finger in response. He turned to Rick with an amused smile. "Damn, your sister is interesting, and I find her exciting, you know? She keeps me on my toes. No wonder dear ol' Daryl likes her so much." He gestured to Daryl before smiling at Rick again. "And well? The tour awaits." He waved a hand in a random direction, waiting for Rick to show him around. Parker headed home, calling for her nephew as she pushed through the front door.

"Carl? Carl, you in here?"

"Aunt Parker?" Carl asked, appearing at the top of the stairs, confusion written all over his face at the sight of her. "How'd you get back here?" He ran down the stairs and hugged his aunt, her arms tightly wrapping around him.

"It's so good to see you."

"What the hell are you wearing?" Carl asked, looking at the clothes that were more tightly fit than what she'd normally wear.

"I know," Parker replied, eyeing her outfit. "But this is what I have to do to get out of that place. And this is way better than what the other women wear. Hey... do you want to take a walk?"

"Do you want to see Judith first?" Carl asked, nodding back toward the stairs. "She's upstairs and she's been asking about you. Well, sort of. She can't fully say your name but we're working on it." Parker shook her head at the offer.

"No, if I see her I'm going to cry. It's probably best to keep her out of the sights of these people too." She whispered, catching a glimpse of three Saviors passing by the house. "Let's go for a walk." The two headed out into the street and Parker talked to Carl about everything that had happened since the last night they saw each other. She told him about Negan's place. The rules, the cells, and how he handled and ran things in a completely different way than Rick, and then she told him about Daryl.

"They have him locked up? What did he do?" Carl asked in disbelief, kicking a rock along as they walked.

"They're holding him in a cell. It's in the back halls. He blames himself for Glenn's death and I'm worried about him."

"It's going to be okay," Carl said confidently, almost as if he knew something she didn't. His eyes trained on the Saviors moving through the community as if they owned the place. Which, at the moment, they pretty much did. "Are they taking everything they can find? What happened to half?" Parker merely nodded in response.

"Yeah. They're assholes. Every single one of them." Carl saw some Saviors heading to the infirmary and followed them. Parker started to follow him, trying to forget the fact that Maggie was dead, and then she heard a gunshot. She gasped and ran up the steps, bursting through the door only to find Carl holding his gun, a bullet hole in the wall, evidence that he had been the one to pull the trigger, which sent a wave of relief and worry through her veins.

"What's going on in here?" Parker questioned, her eyes bouncing back and forth between her nephew and the Savior.

"Put some back," Carl told the Savior, pulling the hammer back on the gun. "Or the next one goes in you." The Savior in front of him laughed, the least bit threatened by the threat.

"Carl! Put the gun down!" Parker whispered harshly, knowing how poorly this would end if things went wrong.

"Kid...what do you think happens next?"

"You die," Carl answered blatantly. Rick walked into the house, his eyes widening when he saw what was happening.

"Carl.. Carl put it down." Rick stepped in front of his son, going to grab the gun.

"No," Carl refused angrily. "He's taking all of our medicine. They said only half  our stuff." Negan walked in and saw Carl and Parker in the center of the whole thing.

"Of course. Oh-ho.. really?" Carl looked back over his shoulder at Negan when he heard his voice.

"Fucking hell.." Parker pinched the bridge of her nose with an annoyed sigh when she heard him.

"And you should go. Before you find out how dangerous we are." Negan looked simply amused at the threat. 

"Well, pardon me, young man. And excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but... did you just threaten me? Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can't have it. Not him, not me."

"Carl, just put it down," Rick insisted quietly and Negan held up a hand to silence him, his eyes never leaving Carl.

"Don't be rude, Rick," Negan interrupted. "We are having a conversation here. Now, boy, where were we? Oh, yeah. You and your giant, man-sized balls. No threatening us. Listen, I like you, so I don't want to go hard proving a point here. You don't want that. I said half your shit, and half is what I say it is. I'm serious. Do you want me to prove how serious? Again?" Carl sighed and lowered his gun, handing it over to his father. Negan took it from Rick without hesitation, adding it to his collection. "You know, Rick, this whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of guns," Negan smirked as he saw Rick's face drop, although he'd still yet to even look Negan in the eye once. "There's all the guns you took from my outpost when you wasted all my people with a shit-ton of your own guns, and I'm bettin' there's even more, which adds up to an absolute... ass-load of guns. And as this little emotional outburst just made crystal clear... I can't allow that. They're all mine now. So tell me, Rick, where are my guns?" 

Parker gritted her teeth as she turned on her heel and walked out, passing Daryl as she did so. She stopped next to him and her hand brushed his gently. They were alone, for the moment, but for how long they had no idea, so it was glances and gentle touches that kept them going. Parker longed to be in his embrace again but knew that with Negan so close she couldn't. When Negan came out of the house and saw them together, he kissed his teeth as he walked over. "Nope. Get away from him. Now." Parker turned around, moving a few feet away from Daryl. Her hands balled up so tightly she thought she'd break something. Other than a couple knuckles. "We talked about it. He's not your business anymore. Remember?" Parker shot a glance at Negan before looking back at Rick and Carl

"I'll be back before we leave." She ground out and Negan gestured for her to go. Even she was surprised that he didn't even bother asking, or put up more of a fight against the idea. Then she walked away and headed back to her house. When she walked in the front door, she found the Saviors there, paying no mind to them other than just sneaking small looks to see what they were taking and which room they were in. When she went upstairs, she found them in hers and Daryl's room, rummaging through her drawers and closet. "Hey!" Parker shouted at the two, startling both of them. "Get out of here!"

"We don't answer to you," The taller one out of two stated, holding up a bra. "Is this yours? This is your old room, right?" Now that he had turned around, she recognized him as one of the people who had delivered her food a couple of times. Danny.

"Is this the room you shared with your ex-husband?" Asked the short, heavier Savior, Davey. Sometimes parents had a way with naming siblings.

"He's not my ex," Parker spat out, nodding towards the door. "Leave my things and go."

"Except, they're not yours. Everything here is ours now." Parker opened one of the drawers and took out a gun that she had hidden there, which was also not in Olivia's inventory. It was a small pistol, one that would go unnoticed after she scratched it out of inventory to make sure it was hidden. She knew it was stupid to threaten them with a gun, but she was beyond angry and ready to start shooting, so the fact that she was controlling her temper was quite surprising. Even for herself.

"Don't make me use this. Take the damn mattress if you have to, but leave my stuff where you found it." Parker clicked off the safety. The two men laughed, unbothered by the gun in her hands.

"You know, just because Negan likes you and your bad attitude doesn't mean we all gotta like you. You can't talk to me like that, bitch." Parker stepped forward, placed the gun against Danny's forehead, and saw a momentary flash of panic in his eyes.

"Are you really going to test me? I just gave you a way out." She whispered monotonously.

"Come on, man," Davey whispered to his brother. "Let's take the mattress and go. We aren't able to carry anything else anyway."

"If I were you, I would listen to your buddy," Parker raised an eyebrow, nodding to the door. "Now, get out of my room." When they left, Parker went to her closet and pulled out her trusty backpack that had survived for so long. In it, she hid the gun, a pair of Daryl's jeans that were too small for him but fit Parker perfectly, a couple of extra shirts, underwear, and a jacket. She then grabbed her photo album which she'd been piecing together during their time in Alexandria, placing it on top of her belongings before zipping up her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. If she and Daryl were going to escape the Sanctuary, they would have to hide, and having spare clothes would make it more bearable. She had also hidden some of Daryl's clothes in the bag before leaving the house and returning to the street. She wasn't afraid of the Saviors, and she wasn't afraid to fight as many of them as necessary to show them that they didn't own anything or anyone. As she started her walk back to the front gates, she saw Enid standing in the street, with a Savior standing in front of her.

"Balloons?" The man asked, and Parker saw the green balloons that Enid and Glenn had released to indicate that they were alive in the palm of his hand. Just another thing that reminded her of him. "You going to a party, little girl?" Her eyes darkened as she once again recognized the voice of Davey.

"Can I keep them, please?" Enid asked, her eyes locked onto the balloons in his hand. "It's just...let me keep them."

"Say please again, little girl," Davey ordered. Parker saw Rick and Carl watching from afar with Negan at their side, and Gabriel standing behind them. She watched Enid shift from foot to foot uncomfortably before saying 'Please.'

"Yeah.. one more time," He muttered, running his finger along Enid's cheek.

"Please." She repeated sharply. He dropped them at her feet

"Be careful, little girl," Enid bent down to pick up her balloons and he laughed, looking around at the other four Saviors that were surrounding the two of them. "While you're down there, kiss my boots."

"Hey!" Parker snapped, moving forward and pushing the Davey back. "She said please. She humored you, you sick bastard, so leave her the fuck alone!"

"And who are you to talk to me like that?" He retorted, clearly having not taken a hint from the last two encounters they'd shared.

"I'll be your worst fucking nightmare if you keep speaking to her like that," Parker replied flatly. Negan heard the commotion as he finished talking to Rick, faking a sigh, he pointed Lucille in her direction. 

"Your sister is a pain in the ass. Give me a second," He walked around the truck and made a beeline toward Parker, Enid, and Davey. "What in the hell is going on over here?"

"She thinks she can talk to me however she wants," He waved his hand in Parker's general direction as he turned to look at Negan.

"You think you're tough shit, don't you?" Parker prompted, nudging Enid slightly behind her after she stood up with the balloons in her hands. "Asking a teenage girl to kiss your boots? If I ever see you near her again, I'll kill you myself, and don't think I won't. Just because this assho-" Negan laughed, holding a hand up, signaling for her to stop talking.

"Okay, that's enough," He stepped between Parker and his man. "That's enough. I'll deal with you later," He gave her an angry look over his shoulder. "As for the rest of you, find something to do. We'll be done soon. I think we have almost everything we need." Parker watched them leave, making sure they were all out of earshot before turning to Enid.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Enid told her, tucking the balloons in her back pocket. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"No, I had to," Parker nodded, briefly hugging Enid. "Everything will be okay."

"Are you going somewhere, Grimes?" Negan asked, noticing the backpack she had over her shoulders.

"I figured if I'm going to be stuck in your 'Sanctuary', I should at least be comfortable," Parker explained, still with an arm around Enid. "You know, being pregnant and all." Negan tilted his head in agreement, eyeing her.

"Well, can't argue with that. Say your goodbyes, we're heading out. Five minutes." Parker said goodbye to Enid before walking over to Rick and Carl. They both looked at her with wide eyes and she raised an eyebrow in return once she was in front of them. Noticing their expressions, Parker looked over her shoulders figuring it was something or someone behind her.

"What? Am I missing something? Did someone say a good joke?"

"Aren't you afraid he'll kill you?" Carl whispered, his eyes darting over to Negan who was waiting by his truck. "For talking to him and his men like that?"

"Sometimes. But he's weirdly nice with me and it grosses me out," Parker shuddered, shaking her head. "And besides, you're the one who actually pulled the trigger." She smiled proudly but quickly wiped it off her face when she saw the look Rick was giving her. "But I'm more worried about you guys. Are you going to be okay? All of you?"

"We'll be fine," Rick assured her. "We just want you and Daryl back."

"I'm working on it," Parker responded quietly. "That's why I have the backpack. If we- when we get out.. we can't come back here, so we'll hide for a while. Somewhere." Rick nodded, even though he hated the idea of her not coming back he also knew it was the smartest choice.

"How's my niece and nephew?"

"They fight just as much as we did," She chuckled, looking down at her stomach. "I mean, we thought one was going to be trouble but this is going to be another catastrophic event. You can tell they're mine and Daryl's children." Rick smiled, happy to know they were also doing fine.

"Did you have a chance to talk to him?" His eyes moved over to Daryl who was loading crates of their stuff into the back of a truck. Parker shook her head.

"Not really. Just a few minutes since... you know."

"How are you holding up?" Rick asked.

"The best I can," Parker replied, raising her bandaged hand. "I broke my knuckles hitting a wall and then cut myself on glass. And, the hair." She grabbed a small handful of her short hair.

"Dumbass," Rick whispered, pulling his sister into a hug. "Well, we'll get you out of this. The two of you. I promise."

"It'll be tough but.. don't worry about me," Parker stated, hugging Rick tightly. "I can take care of myself. And, it's slow-moving but I am working on a plan. Besides, Negan likes me- for whatever reason- and he's got this rule about not hurting kids, so I'll exploit the whole 'with child' thing if I have to."

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Rick asked, needing to know she'd be alright. Parker gave him a swift nod.

"I'm going to be fine, okay? Absolutely fine. You just need to focus on preparing for this. Find some people who have guns and please, for the love of God, put an end to these assholes. I'll take care of getting Daryl and myself out of the Sanctuary." When it was time to leave, Parker hugged her nephew with no intention of letting go but was finally forced to, putting a hand on his cheek. "Be good, okay? Take care of your sister and your Dad." Carl nodded in silent promise.

"Then you have to take care of yourself."

"I always do," Parker smiled sadly, knowing she wouldn't see him for a while after this visit. As they headed towards the gate, Parker saw that Rick was still holding Lucille. Daryl walked with Dwight at his side and as they were about to leave, Rosita returned from her trip. Parker wasn't sure where she had been sent, but with a look on her face that resembled the expression one might have after sucking on a slice of lemon, Parker guessed something wasn't right.

"Hell of a place you got here, Rick," Negan commented, still with his giant cocky smile plastered on his face.

"Give me a second," Rick mumbled. He nodded toward the window of one of the abandoned houses on the outskirts of Alexandria, standing just in view was Michonne, just staring. She was only there for a split second, before moving into the shadows and disappearing, but it was enough to catch Negan's attention.

"No."

"Please, can you just... give me a second?" Rick pleaded with him. Negan smiled and nodded, letting Rick disappear in the direction of the house. He was gone for a few minutes, during which time Negan began humming a tune while Parker stood as close to Daryl as she dared, arms crossed over her chest. As Rick returned with Michonne right in front of him, Parker saw the deer over her shoulders and for a second their eyes met and Michonne's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Parker and Daryl. She didn't say anything, too worried about inciting chaos to speak to them, but her eyes conveyed every ounce of fury she was feeling.

"Look at this!" Negan laughed, looking at the rifle Rick was now carrying.

"I thought she was out scavenging," Rick explained, holding the rifle in his hand. "She was hunting. This one never came inside. We kept it near the line." Negan took the gun out of Rick's hands, admiring the weapon.

"Look at this. This is something to build a relationship on. Good for you, Rick. This is readin' the room and gettin' the message. I've said it before, I'm gonna say it again. You, sir... are special."

"Now that you know we can follow your rules.." Rick began nervously.

"Yes..?" Negan asked slowly, waiting for him to continue.

"I'd like to ask you if Daryl and Parker can stay," Rick finished.

"Not happenin'," Negan instantly shot it down without even a second of hesitation. "You know what? I don't know. Maybe Daryl can plead his case. Maybe Daryl can sway me. Daryl?" Parker knew what Negan wanted. He wanted Daryl to admit defeat, to submit to a new leader. Daryl wasn't like that, and even when he looked at Parker and saw her shake her head almost imperceptibly, he knew he could never kneel before that man. Of course, he wanted to save his wife from further torment, but the look in her eyes told him that it would hurt more to see him on his knees than to be back in the Sanctuary, no matter how hellish that place was. Negan chuckled when Daryl didn't say anything. "Well, you tried. Now, what you got to do is get over that tall wall of yours and try harder out there. Earn for me. Because we're coming back soon, and when we do, you better have something interesting for us, or Lucille... she's gonna have her way. I want you to hear that again." He stopped his monologue for a moment to make sure they were all listening to him. "If you don't have something interesting for us... somebody's gonna die. And no more magic guns. Arat, grab that deer. It's getting late. Let's go home." Michonne stormed forward, dropped the deer at his feet, and walked away without a word. "Man! I love a gal that buys me dinner and doesn't expect me to put out."

"Parker?" Rick whispered as he walked past Negan. Her eyes moved up from the ground to look at him.

"I'll be fine, Rick." She reassured him, offering a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Yes, she sure will," Negan confirmed. "Because I'm taking good care of your sister and the baby, who I hear is a girl." Rick met his sister's gaze and realized even she was hiding some things from the Saviors. "Don't worry, maybe I'll let you visit once she's born. Or maybe not. Whatever, It's time to go." Rosita and Spencer unloaded the van they had taken out earlier that day, revealing that they had been sent to retrieve Daryl's motorcycle. A wave of anger washed over Parker when she saw Dwight approach the motorcycle and get on it.

"Sack of shit," Parker muttered, seeing Dwight's smug expression as he turned to Daryl. Negan turned back around, looked at Rick, and then motioned around. 

"So, nobody died. And you know what I think? I think you and I, we've refined our understanding. Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you want me to go?"

"I think that'd be good," Rick responded, glancing at Parker from over Negan's shoulder.

"Then just say those two magical words," Negan said.

"Thank you," Rick ground out the two words as if they left a bitter taste on his tongue. 

"Don't be ridiculous," Negan laughed. "Thank you!" A walker growled in the distance which caught his attention. "Another one. You need our help. Davey, hand me that candlestick over there. You know what I think, Rick? I think we're both going to come out of this winners. Watch my form!" He turned around, slamming the candlestick down on the walker's head, imitating the deaths from the lineup. Rick's hand tightened around the handle of the bat and he slowly started to raise it when Parker locked her- left hand- uninjured hand around his wrist.

"Don't. Not today." She whispered, backing up as Negan spun back to face them. 

"Yep... win-win." He tossed the candlestick to the ground, watching as it rolled away. "Clean that up for me for next time. Let's move out!" He raised a hand, giving the okay for the rest of the Saviors to head back to their vehicles. "Oh, wait. How careless of me. You didn't think I was gonna leave Lucille, did ya? I mean, after what she did, why would you want her? Thank you for being so accommodating, friend." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "In case you haven't caught on.. I just slipped my dick down your throat and you thanked me for it." He patted the hood of his truck, hanging out the door. "Parker, let's go." Parker squeezed Rick's hand as a last act of comfort before returning to Negan's truck and sitting next to him. He started the engine and looked at her and the backpack between her knees. "What do you have there?"

"Clothes," Parker replied, her tone making it seem like it was obvious. "I'm not going to wear this outfit. Feels like I stuffed my entire body into a compression sock."

"And who said you could change?" Negan pressed after chuckling at her comparison.

"Well... I wasn't really asking. I never agreed to any of this. If you've got a problem with my clothes, put me back in the damn cells."

"Alright.." Negan dragged out his laugh. "You know, I half expected you to run away when you went to find the little serial killer in training but it seems like you've learned that everyone belongs to me now, even you. You're learning."

"You keep telling yourself that," She sent him a tight-lipped smile, resting her head on her hand as her eyes lingered on her family. She could do nothing but watch as they got smaller and smaller the further away they drove. The only reason Parker hadn't run was because she wanted to get Daryl away from Negan, and the only reason she was still sitting in that van was because she needed to get back to the Sanctuary for that to happen.

"You know, how you speak to me is starting to piss me off." He commented, bumping his shoulder into the handle of his bat so that it dug into her arm. "I let it go today because I enjoyed seeing Rick's face when you gave me shit," Negan continued to speak. His voice itself was enough to drive someone insane. Especially since he never shut up when he was driving. "But if you do it again I'll have to make an example, and I'd hate for your nephew to lose his other eye."

"If-"

"Ah, ah," Negan cut her off, holding a finger up in her face. Her nostrils flared as she bit her tongue, keeping herself from saying anything. "I think you misunderstood me. I mean, from now until the end of time, you will not talk back to me. No more threats. Don't even think about saying anything that would cause problems between us. Got it?" He waited for her to say something in return but got nothing in response. "I think we established that you're supposed to speak when spoken to. During the lineup."

"Yeah, whatever," The silence grew louder in the car and she could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. "Got it.." She whispered, leaning back in her seat.

"There we go," Negan smiled. "See we're finally starting to understand each other." Parker gritted her teeth and remained silent as she thought about how easy it would be to point her gun at Negan right now and kill him, but Daryl would be dead before she reached him. She had a lot more to do to make killing him worthwhile. But first, she had to work on recovering Daryl's vest, his crossbow, his motorcycle... she had to plan this carefully. She missed him, that's one thing this little trip brought to the surface of her mind. Seeing all of her friends and family in Alexandria had made everything real and raw, and she missed Daryl more than anything. She hated what Negan was doing to him and wanted nothing more than to save him from the torture he was enduring. 

When they returned to the Sanctuary, Parker headed straight to her room, hiding her backpack, still full, in the closet before changing into the clothes she had brought to the Sanctuary. Parker put on Daryl's shirt, sad that his scent was gone but feeling the warmth of his embrace in the fabric, the feel of his arms around her providing comfort. She lay down on the bed, blinking back tears when she heard a knock on the door. She must have been there for hours because it was dark outside, and when the door opened and revealed Negan, his leather jacket unbuttoned to reveal the white t-shirt underneath, she barely moved, remembering the one-sided conversation they had in the truck.

"Need something?" Parker asked bitterly.

"I was just coming to check on you," Negan leaned on the doorframe. "You okay? You know, after seeing all the people you call family and shit. Don't get used to that by the way." She didn't say anything, knowing she'd probably say something she'd regret if she opened her mouth. "Come on, are we back to this shit again? Seriously?" He ran his hand through his beard as he stared down his nose at her. She ignored him still, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "Well, I see how it is then," Negan shrugged his shoulders, passing her as he walked into the bedroom. "I guess I'll do the talking then."

"Brilliant.." She ground out under her breath as she rolled her eyes. She shut the door, before turning around to look at him. 

"I want you to know that you will be safe here," Negan said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Today you became an enemy of my men. Danny said that you threatened him with a gun. Which I hope is safe in my armory now, yes?"

"Yeah," She lied easily, making an effort to be as far away from him as possible.

"Okay, you're talking," Negan gestured toward her. "And that's good. Not the whole 'threatening my men with a loaded gun' thing, but talking. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that you'll be safe, but the only way to be so is to become one of my wives." She scoffed, moving away from the wall.

"No. God, I'm not just some other woman you can add to your damn collection." Parker blew out a slow breath, trying to keep herself from yelling. "The whole 'being your wife' thing is not and will not happen. Ever." 

"It will keep you and the baby safe," Negan told her. "I can take care of you."

"I don't need to be taken care of. My child does not need your protection. But thank you for your good-for-nothing, shitty offer." Negan sighed, rubbing his eyes as he quietly laughed.

"What did I tell you? About the way you spoke to me?"

"What? First, you've got a problem with how my brother looks at you, and now you've got a problem with how I speak to you?" She raised her eyebrows, pacing a bit as she watched his every move. "Honestly, I think this is just a default setting for me."

"I thought we were getting somewhere," Negan said, standing up. "But it looks like it's going to take a lot more to break you than I thought. Maybe if I go pay Daryl a little visit.." At this, Parker stopped, tears blinding her as she turned to Negan.

"You don't understand, do you? I'm already broken. Maybe not in a way you can see, but you killed my best friend. You kidnapped me and my husband and you're tormenting us both! He doesn't deserve any of this! And I stay up at night worried and scared because I've got no fucking idea what is happening. So yeah, I'm being a pain in the ass because you're a piece of shit who deserves it! But, don't think for a second that I'm okay because I'm not. I just want to go home."

"Well, I'm afraid that's not going to happen," Negan replied, emotionless.

"Why not?" Parker asked tiredly. "Rick learned his lesson. He's following your rules. You broke him. You broke all of us. You killed Maggie. She died because of you and so did her baby. You broke my family and you're laughing about it, you sick fuck!" She was only feet away, looking at Negan as he towered over her.

"Jesus, can you take a damn second. Startin' to freak me out and shit." He watched her cautiously, trying to keep up his humorous, sarcastic facade.

"And you need to realize that you don't run the world!" Parker shouted. "You have to realize that just because you walk around with your leather jacket and your stupid fucking baseball bat and people kneel before you, that doesn't make you the king of everything. This..." She spun around, hinting towards the entire compound. "Isn't living! This is... this- It's horrible here. I hate this place. I miss my family. I didn't get to grieve with them because of you. You took that away from me! I didn't even get to say goodbye to Glenn!" She looked around, her mind going a mile a minute as she tried to stop herself but she'd lost it. "Oh, and the cherry on top, you telling everyone that I'm your fucking wife? I'm not! I never will be. I don't need your protection, okay? I.. don't need.. you!" She jabbed her finger into her chest with every word she spoke, not realizing she had started crying. "You're evil. You are a monster!" Her eyes darted around in a panic as her chest tightened making it feel like she couldn't breathe. "I can't... I can't...!" Negan noticed that her breathing was labored and stepped out of her way so she could sit on the bed. As he watched her visibly shake, he just sat there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

"And just like that, the walls have broken down!" He seemed almost happy, waiting by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. "Take your time. I've never minded waiting." It took a while, but Parker's breathing returned to normal once Negan had finally shut his mouth. "What else you got in store?" Negan questioned. "I don't want to hurt you, you know?"

"Sure as hell got a funny way of showing it.." She whispered, looking at her hands, picking at the dirty bandaging. "And besides, it's too late for that," Parker said, still slightly out of breath. "I just hope you know that once Rick figures his shit out, you're dead." Negan laughed, nodding halfheartedly.

"Yeah?"

"What? Don't believe me? He will burn this place to the ground."

"Well, when that day comes, and I highly doubt it will, I'll find you so you can tell me that you told me so," Negan told her, seemingly unbothered. Parker scoffed, standing up once again.

"How can you be so... so carefree? You belittle and bully people and act like it doesn't bother you. Like you don't have a care in the world. I don't understand it. I... I want you to leave."

"Sorry?"

"You heard me," Parker pointed at the door. "Get out. I don't want you here. Leave me alone."

"So you can trash this place again?" Negan assumed. The room still hadn't been fully repaired since the first outburst, there was still the crack in the wall from when she had punched it, dried blood staining it, and a hole from the knife. "No way. Not gonna happen." Parker let out a furious scream.

"God, you are so... infuriating! Just scream at me, for God's sake! Fight! Do something, you coward! Do something!"

"I don't want to fight with you."

"Tell me why!" Parker continued to yell at him. "Why do you let me walk all over you? Why just me? Why not anyone else, huh? What's so special about me? Why am I different?!"

"Do you really want to know?" Negan asked her.

"Yes," Parker snapped. "That's literally what I just asked for."

"You remind me of my wife.."