Daryl knew it was probably a trap, but at the same time, he didn't care. This damn song was driving him crazy. The door was left unlocked, giving him the opportunity he needed to try to find his wife and get the both of them out of there. He didn't know if it being unlocked was just a setup or if Fat Joey was just too stupid to remember to lock the door. As he carefully navigated down through hallways that all looked the same, he had an encounter with one of Negan's wives. It was the same one he had seen before, visiting the doctor for a pregnancy test. And the one he'd encountered in the burned forest. Dwights wife. She had warned him to return, to go back to his cell. To save himself from a worse fate, before telling him that she would keep Parker safe. The mention of his wife's name had only fueled Daryl's desire to escape, so he didn't say anything to Sherry and ran off to where the motorcycles were. He'd find an operable one and then find wherever they were keeping Parker. Just when he thought he was free, the doors opened and he found himself surrounded. A whistle caught his attention and he saw Negan calmly approaching. He walked through the circle and stood in front of Daryl, surrounded by his men. Laughing, he looked around, the least bit surprised at his attempted escape.

"Are we pissin' our pants yet?" After a pause in which he looked at Daryl, he smiled expectantly. "Who are you?" He pointed his bat at Fat Joey who had purposely left the cell door unlocked.

"Negan."

"Who are... you?" Negan asked, pointing his bat behind him.

"Negan."

"Who are you?" Negan asked the group, his arms held out as he waited.

"Negan," Everyone declared at once.

"You see that?" Negan laughed, letting Lucille fall to his side. "I am everywhere. And this was your shot to prove to me that that fundamental fact was sinking in, and you failed. Which sucks, because your life was about to get so much cooler. Am I right?"

"Damn right," A man from behind him nodded. Negan slammed the bat on the ground at Daryl's feet and he moved away a little each time. He clicked his tongue disappointedly.

"Now, Dwight gave you some options. I don't think you get it yet. So I'm gonna break it down for you. You get three choices. One, you wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two, you get out of your cell, you work for points, but you're gonna wish you were dead. Or three, you work for me. You get yourself a brand-new pair of shoes, and you live like a king! Choice seems pretty obvious. You should know, there is no door number four.  Unless you want there to be. That door will be for someone else though. And... we'll see what happens to that beautiful wife of yours if you choose to open that door." Daryl flinched at the mention of Parker, but Negan didn't notice. "This is it," Negan said. "This is the only way," He let out a humourous sigh. "Screw it." He then swung the bat, stopping just before it came into contact with Daryl's skull. He didn't even flinch and Negan laughed again. "Wow!" Negan stared, amazed at the fact. "You don't scare easy. I love that. Just like your wife... or should I say ex-wife? Anyway, she doesn't scare easy either. But Lucille... well, it kinda pisses her off. She finds it to be disrespectful. Lucky for you, she's not feelin' too thirsty today. But.. I am. So... I'm going to get me a drink!" With that he left, walking away from his men as Daryl threw the first punch. It didn't end well for him, and he ended up back in his cell, in more pain than before. Negan, however, ran into Parker on his way back inside and found her crying. "Whoa, what the hell's wrong with you?"

"Where are Daryl's clothes?" Parker asked, trying to wipe away her tears before Negan saw them. "I thought I saw them down in the market but I need them."

"And why is that?" Negan asked, swinging Lucille in a circle, not taking anything seriously. Parker hesitated for a moment, trying to keep herself from snapping at him. She wiped her nose on her sleeve, sniffling slightly.

"There's a photo in his jacket pocket. It's important to me." She explained, barely speaking above a whisper.

"Unless you tell me what it is, I do not believe I can help you" Negan shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sorry." As he walked away, Parker argued with herself mentally.

"It's my ultrasound photo!" She finally called out, right as he was about to turn the corner. Negan stopped and turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah? Well, I'll take a look and try to find it for you."

"There's another one too," She added, keeping a fair distance between them. "There were two."

"What's the other one?" Negan asked, heading back towards Parker.

"It's a photo of me," She replied bluntly. "And I'd like to have it back."

"Well, damn, is it a freaky photo?" Negan asked excitedly.

"No. You fucking pervert," Parker snapped. "It's just...it's special. Please? I just want them back." Negan wiped away Parker's drying tears with his thumb and she flinched away from him.

"You don't like being touched, do you?"

"No, I don't like it. Sure as shit don't want your hands on me at all," Parker answered, a sharp edge to her voice, trying not to relive the moments that started her fear of physical contact. "I just want the photos, please. If I'm never going to go home, I just want something." Negan smiled, proud to know that at least one of the people he'd taken was adapting to their new life.

"Well, I can't say no to you. Especially after I popped you're people's heads like they were pimples. Come on, we'll go find them together." He led Parker towards the market square on the level below and she didn't speak, her arms around herself as she walked. Negan noticed that she was shaking slightly. "Are you alright? You are shaking like a damn leaf over there."

"Just fine."

"Ah, hell, did I do it again? I didn't want to bring up old memories." She couldn't figure him out. When he spoke it sounded sincere but the way he said it always made it seem like he was mocking her.

"Well," Parker replied, half shrugging her shoulders. "Everyone has some type of dark shit in their past."

"Just so you know," Negan said quietly, understanding where her fear was coming from. "I'm not a rapist. I don't do that, and neither do my people." Parker swallowed loudly, keeping her head down. He could say what he wanted but she's heard stories from his 'wives' that prove otherwise.

"I just want my pictures back."

"I think I know where they could be," Negan told her, motioning for her to follow. She had a faint smile on her face once his back was turned, wiping the crocodile tears from her cheeks.

"Too easy." She muttered under her breath. When Negan saw the man he was looking for he whistled loudly.

"Dwight!"

"Yes, Negan?" Dwight asked, turning to look at his boss and seeing Parker next to him. "Is something wrong?"

"Not necessarily," Negan replied. "I was wondering what happened to Daryl's clothes."

"They're being redistributed," Dwight answered, a hint of boredom in his voice at the topic. "Just like everything else. Why?"

"There were some personal items in one of the pockets," Negan told him, jerking his head towards Parker. "A couple of photos. You seen them?" Dwight thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah. They're in my room. I didn't know what to do with them." Parker wrinkled her face up in disgust. Why the hell did he even want those pictures in his room to begin with? Parker let out a barely audible sigh of relief, trying to keep the act up before looking at Dwight. Instantly, she recognized the vest he was wearing and her stare hardened.

"Well, can I have them back?" Dwight looked at Negan, silently asking for permission.

"Go on. Just get the whole damn shirt." Negan waved him off.

"I'll be right back," Dwight muttered, disappearing down a hallway. Parker turned to Negan, trying to force a smile onto her face.

"Thank you." She was surprised he had actually helped her out, but she wasn't going to change her plan.

"You're welcome," Negan sent her a slight nod. Almost seeming like a normal person. "Now, I have some things to do. When Dwight gets back, tell him that our man in the cells needs to be fed." There was only one person he could be talking about. Parker's eyes narrowed. She knew there was no way he was being treated as well as she had been when she was in the cell for a short period of time.

"And what exactly are you feeding him?" She asked curiously.

"Enough to keep him going," Negan stated, placing Lucille over his shoulder. She wasn't convinced by his answer, and with the way he avoided answering directly, she knew it was probably bad.

"Can I see him soon?" She asked, rubbing the fabric of her shirt between her fingers.

"Mm... nope. Daryl needs to learn his lesson. You're starting to understand things here. Him... not so much," Negan shook his head, kissing his teeth. Parker bit back a retort, sucking on a deep breath.

"Fine.." Negan left and Dwight returned a few moments later. He asked where Negan was, but Parker shrugged and relayed the words Negan had told her a few minutes earlier. Dwight reached into his pocket, handing her the photos that Parker had seemed so worked up over.

"These the ones?" Dwight asked to which Parker nodded.

"Yeah, they are." He passed the shirt over to her and she hugged it close to her, keeping a firm hold on the pictures in her left hand. Dwight watched for a second before shaking his head.

"I have to go deal with the prisoner. Are you going to be okay on your own?"

"If you weren't such a jackass, I would mistake your question for concern," Parker glared at him, her facade quickly breaking now that she was alone with Dwight. "But yes, I can take care of myself." When Dwight walked away, Parker knew exactly where he was going. Negan had basically told her that Dwight was in charge of whatever torment Daryl was forced to endure, so with a glance around to make sure no one was watching, Parker followed Dwight, keeping her distance but making sure to keep him in sight. He led her back to the cells, where she hid in a corner until Dwight finished talking to Daryl. 

When it was over, Parker nearly had a heart attack when she realized Dwight was heading back the way he had come, straight toward her. Wide-eyed and panicked, she tried the handle of the nearest door and found it open. She quickly stepped inside and managed to close it before Dwight turned the corner. Carefully, she tucked the pictures into her pockets, searching the shirt for what she'd needed it for all along. Hidden in the rolled-up sleeve was a small pocket knife. It was the perfect weight so you wouldn't be able to tell it was there unless you knew exactly what you were looking for. It was Sherry's plan, she had more trust from the people there, and they wouldn't be suspicious of her in the deeper parts of the Sanctuary. She had managed to sneak in the knife, probably from someone she was close to. 

Parker waited until his footsteps couldn't be heard before leaving the room, checking that the coast was clear before running towards the door Daryl was hidden behind. She probably could have killed Dwight easily, he wouldn't have expected her and he isn't armed for whatever stupid reason. But, unfortunately, she couldn't make it obvious she was down here and his body dead on the ground would be pretty obvious. She heard Daryl crying and the sound made her feel something she didn't want to. For whatever reason, the key was left in the lock and she twisted it, waiting to hear it click. When she opened the door and the light fell on Daryl, he looked at her with contempt, clearly expecting someone else. When he saw it was Parker, he stood up, almost terrified that it was some trick Negan was playing on him.

"The hell? Are you here?" Daryl whispered, struggling to even get to his feet. Parker nodded, tears filling her eyes as she took in his appearance.

"Yeah. I- I'm right here. We don't have much time, but... shit, what did they do to you?" She saw the bruises covering Daryl's face, no doubt covering his body beneath the sweatpants and baggy shirt he was wearing. He had fresh cuts from an altercation that had to of happened not even twenty minutes ago, blood still seeping from a cut above his eyebrow. Her heart almost broke when she saw him, as did his when he saw her.

"Not enough to make me kneel. That's for damn sure," He responded quietly. She was wearing the same clothes from the day before the line-up. Which had been maybe three or four days ago. Even as she stood in front of him, he could tell how uncomfortable the outfit made her feel, the fabric stained with the blood of Glenn and Abraham. She hugged him tightly, not caring about the dirt that covered his body as she tried not to cry on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. I'm going to get us out of here. Just give me a little more time to figure things out, okay?" Daryl nodded into her shoulder, not wanting to let go of her.

"Why don't you hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?" Parker asked, confused.

"'Cause I'm the reason Glenn is dead," Daryl responded. Parker pulled away from the hug, concern written all over her face. She gently took his face in her hands.

"No. No, don't say that. Never believe that. Please don't make yourself believe that. No matter what these assholes say. You're not responsible, and no one blames you. Negan is a horrible man, and.."

"Did he hurt you?" Daryl questioned, realizing that if she was in here, she had to be able to get around freely.

"No," Parker shook her head. "In fact, he's been almost... nice- minus a few things here and there- which is scarier. He's trying to break me, just like he's trying to break you, but he's using different methods."

"Don't let him break you," Daryl whispered. "Or them. Don't let him do anythin' to the babies."

"I won't," Parker promised. "But you have to promise me that you won't break either, Daryl. No matter what they do, you have to know that our babies and I are safe, and we're going to figure this out." Daryl nodded, leaning forward to kiss Parker softly. When he pulled away, it was too soon for either of their liking. 

"You're still my wife." He whispered, the words from Negan earlier taunting him.

"Always," Parker assured him. "No matter what they say, I'm yours and you're mine and we're going to fight together, okay? I'd say we should escape now, but I don't know the layout of this place. Not yet. Not enough to get out without any of them seeing us."

"No, we'll wait," Daryl nodded. "I'm ain't gonna put any of you in danger." Parker blinked back tears.

"I love you so much. More than you'll ever understand. It's you and me against the world, yeah?."

"I love you too. You and the future troublemakers."

"We're going to get through this," Parker whispered, pressing her forehead against Daryl's. "Don't break, Daryl. Don't let them see you broken."

"I won't," Daryl reassured her. "You're gonna come back?"

"As soon as I can," Parker promised, her voice catching. "I'll be back."

"Can you do me a favor?" Daryl asked quietly.

"Turn off that damn music?" Parker guessed, hearing the first chords of 'Crying' playing again, this being the second time it started over. Daryl nodded, looking for the source of the music. The speaker for his cell was actually in the wall unlike how hers was.

"Please?"

"Sure," Parker said, trying to fight the shaking in her hands as she reached out to place her hands on Daryl's cheeks, wary of the bruises. "Be strong for us, Daryl." She kissed him one more time and then left the cell, hating to leave him but knowing that if she tried something stupid, it would cause them both more trouble than it was worth. With her heart in her throat, she told him she loved him one last time, heard him whisper the three words back to her, and then sealed him back in the cell.