Parker knew it was stupid to threaten Negan like that and as soon as the words left her mouth, he'd snapped. Two of his men escorted her back to the room and locked her inside for the night, and with nothing else to do to pass the time, she tried to clean up the mess she had made. She didn't sleep that night, too worried to even consider closing her eyes. Too scared of what she would see when she did. The night passed and by the time Parker was done with the mess, light was shining through the dirt and dust-covered windows. She picked up the broken glass from the empty frames she had smashed and held the jagged pieces of glass in the palm of her hand. 

Images of Glenn and Abraham flashed through her mind, and for a moment, Parker's hand clenched around the glass, feeling the sharp, jagged edges pierce her skin. She gasped at the sensation that ran through her hand and dropped the shard of glass, looking at the blood pooling in her palm, dripping between her fingers. She felt so incredibly angry at everything that had gone wrong, and as she looked at the glass now covered in a thin layer of her blood, she let out a cry of pure frustration, grabbing a fistful of her hair with her good hand. 

She stood up and looked around, barely seeing past the anger she felt at how helpless she was, and with fury surging through her body, she punched the wall again and broke the sheetrock, re-opening the scabbed-over cuts on her knuckles. She let out another scream as she sank back to the ground, crouching on the balls of her feet before falling to the ground and shuffling backward until her back hit the wall and she stopped. Curling into a ball, she saw blood dripping from the open wounds in her hand. The blood reminded her of Glenn, and every time she thought of him, a sharp pain shot through her chest. The sound of a key turning made her head turn towards the door, where the guard stationed outside the room had entered.

"What the fuck?" The man whispered, his eyes landing on her. "Okay, uh... wait here." Parker didn't need to be told to stay where she was and remained sitting against the wall, creating a tight fist with her cut hand, trying to ignore the blood dripping onto the floor between her knees. Footsteps were heard and the voice that followed only irritated her more.

"What the hell have you done to this damn room?" Parker flinched when she heard Negan's voice, keeping her hand tightly balled up when he tried to look at it.

"Decided to do some renovations," Parker mumbled in reply, her eyes downcast and unfocused. She opened her hand, letting him see it.

"Well, shit. I tried being nice and gave you a pretty room and you ruined it," Negan said, then looked around the room, breathing out a slow sigh. "Why don't you experience what that husband of yours has been dealing with for the past day? I'll have someone clean up this damn mess."

"No." Her eyes roamed the room, landing on the knife that was still stuck in the wall.

"No?" Negan repeated, a smile on his face. Parker looked at him, meeting his gaze for the first time since he'd walked in.

"No, leave it. I'll do it."

"Well, that might be a few days. You're gonna take a trip down to the cells." He raised his eyebrows, a sick smile playing on his face as he roughly lifted her up. "That seems deep. What did you do?"

"I cut myself," Parker murmured, fighting him to try and get him to let her go. "I know how to walk." Negan laughed, sending his men out as he walked out with Parker. Dragging her down different hallways, taking her to where they held the prisoners. Where he had Daryl.

"I give you a nice room and you destroy it. Did you hit a wall or something? Is that why your knuckles are like that?" Parker didn't respond. "That was a fancy knife that was stuck in my wall too. That's going to extend the time you spend in here." She stayed silent, still fighting him every so often. "What? The cat got your tongue?" Negan asked, using her words from the side of the road. "It's okay to talk once in a while. Not everything that comes out of your mouth has to be a damn threat. I get it, you're mad, but at least let me help you."

"I don't need help," Parker stated. "Not from you." Negan took her to the doctor first, who checked her hand and informed her that the cut wouldn't need stitches but that she had a couple of broken knuckles. He bandaged her hand and then performed a medical examination on the 'baby', just to be sure. Negan stood in the doorway, watching the doctor as he worked, arms crossed and left hand lightly brushing the beard on his chin.

"Well, everything seems normal, but considering the amount of stress you seem to be under, I would recommend that you take things easy for the next few days," The doctor informed. "Are you new here?"

"You could say that," Parker murmured, shooting a glare Negans way.

"This is Parker," Negan introduced her to the doctor. "And her attitude is damn atrocious, but we're working on it. Thanks for fixing her up, Doc."

"You're welcome," The doctor replied, avoiding eye contact with Negan as Parker saw a flash of fear in his eyes. "Anything for you, Negan."

"You're absolutely right," Negan smiled widely. "I'd hate to have to travel all the way to Hilltop just to find your brother to replace you." As they made their way to the cells, she looked at Negan, who still had a tight grip on her biceps as they walked.

"Does it make you happy?"

"What?" Negan asked.

"That everyone is afraid of you?" Parker elaborated. "I see the way they kneel when you pass by. How they look in the opposite direction. Do you enjoy it?"

"It keeps everything running smoothly," Negan replied. "And it's better that they fear me than having them thinking they can do whatever the hell they please."

"What if someone does something wrong?" Parker questioned. "What happens then?"

"I punish them," Negan responded as if it were the most natural thing to do. "Of course, the severity depends on the severity of the crime."

"Are you going to do something to me?" Parker asked worriedly. "Other than locking me up."

"No," Negan laughed. "Like I said, I already broke your brother. Wouldn't it be fun if I broke you too?"

"Can I see Daryl?"

"That's not something I can do," Negan kissed his teeth. "Look, I said I wasn't going to punish you, but what kind of leader would I be if I let you do something you want after the way you talked to me?"

"Well, for one, you'd be a decent one," Parker muttered under her breath. "At least tell me you helped him after your piece of shit friend shot him."

"Yeah, we did," Negan confirmed. "We can't have him bleeding everywhere if we need to use him as leverage. Now, stop asking so many God damn questions."

"I don't understand you," Parker continued anyways. She could tell they were getting closer to the cells with how abandoned the hallways seemed. "You're crazy. Honestly, what did you think was going to happen if you locked me in that room?"

"Well, I thought you wouldn't go around breaking things," Negan answered bluntly. Opening a door that led to absolutely nowhere but a small cement room. "This is the closest you'll get to seeing your husband." He pushed her through the open door and she stumbled into the middle of the room, looking at the small space before she was trapped in total darkness as the door closed. After a few minutes of just standing in the middle of the cell, she held a hand out in front of herself, leading herself to the wall before sitting down.

"Fuck.." Is all she could manage to say, running her hands over her face, staring straight ahead as her eyes took a while to adjust to the dark. Her whole body tensed up in surprise as music started blaring through a speaker hidden somewhere in the room and she sighed in irritation at the song. Just after the first few minutes of being in there, she didn't know how Daryl had done it for a whole day already.

Parker had been sitting in the same spot on the cold, hard cement floor for the past few hours, stuck listening to the same repeating lyrics of Easy Street. During this time she had also found two small polaroids taped to the wall. One of Abraham and the other of Glenn- what was left of them anyway- both taken after what had happened during the lineup. The small picture haunted her mind with memories from the night that she wanted to forget. Every beat of the cheerful song was a cruel mockery of what she'd been through. Each time the song restarted, it drove her closer and closer to the edge. 

She closed her eyes to attempt to block out the images and music but at the moment it was all inescapable. This cell was a sensory prison. These rooms were built to break her and anyone else who had been inside one. Parker knew she had to stay strong, if not for herself then for the two lives growing inside her. And Daryl, who wasn't too far away. She took steadying breaths, trying to shut her brain down. She managed to space off, no longer able to hear the music.

Parker and Glenn crouched behind an old rusted car, their breaths coming out in short, exhausted pants. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sound being the distant groans from the walkers. The pair had found themselves in a small, seemingly untouched town and the promise of supplies was too good to pass up. 

"Parker, this place could be a jackpot!" Glenn whispered excitedly. "Look at it," Looking over at her with a mischievous grin, he gestured towards the town ahead of them. Parker rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. "C'mon.. what could possibly go wrong?"

"You know, every single time we say that... something goes hilariously wrong." Glenn chuckled quietly, shifting his weight as he got ready to move.

"That's what makes it fun. Come on. Let's check out that convenience store." The pair moved quickly and quietly, slipping through the streets, using the cars as cover, just in case. Once they got to the building, they realized the front doors were barricaded from the inside.

"Do you wanna go check for a way in? I can test for any walkers," Glenn sent her a thumbs up and walked around the corner, looking for a different way in. Parker looked around, trying to pinpoint the exact direction the distant snarls were coming from while she knocked on the front doors. If there were any dead inside, the banging would draw them over. When nothing came to the doors, she walked over to the giant window, spitting on her hand and wiping off the dirt so she could see in.

"Parker, there's a shattered window. We can get in through there."  He waved her over and led her to a window on the side of the store. "Was it empty?" 

"Nothing that we should be worried about. I didn't hear or see anything and there's no signs of walkers," She shrugged her shoulders.

"This place must have fallen early," Glenn commented as he found an old rag and draped it over the base of the window so they wouldn't get cut on any of the sharp edges. "Think of how much stuff could be here. This whole place is seemingly empty." Slipping in through the broken window, they were instantly met with aisles packed full of untouched goods. Parker's eyes widened as they scanned over countless shelves, stocked with canned food, bottled water, and other essentials.

"This place is definitely convenient," Parker looked over at Glenn who had an 'I told you so' look on his face.

"Jackpot," He whispered smugly, his hands on his hips.

"Fine. You win. But let's not pretend that I didn't find this place."

"Technically..." Glenn began but stopped when he saw the look she sent his way. "Fine. We can share the bragging rights." He gave in with a dramatic sigh. "Let's split up." They took opposite sides of the store, doing a quick sweep of the stuff on the shelves and double checking there were no walkers hidden somewhere. Or people.

"Find anything?" Parker questioned, sneaking up on him as he turned a corner.

"No. No, nothing but more supplies." He muttered, trying to play it cool. Pretending like he didn't just jump a foot in the air.

"Alright, let's make this quick. Our luck is bound to run out at some point." They only grabbed what was necessary- essentials for survival- food, water, sanitary products. Both of their heads snapped in the direction of a loud crash emitting from the back of the store. Parker froze, her heart pounding against her chest. Glenn motioned for her to stay where she was and crept towards the source of the noise. A few moments later he returned, struggling to hold back his laughter. "What's so funny? What the hell was it?" She asked, waiting for him to answer. After the group they'd encountered in a more recent past run, she'd been extra jumpy.

"It's just a raccoon," He finally burst out laughing. "Two grown adults and we get scared shitless by a raccoon." Parker couldn't help but laugh with him, the tension easing from her body.

"About what you would expect with us." After a few minutes of laughing, they went back to gathering supplies. "We should mark this place on our map. I didn't bring enough bags to carry all this shit." Parker said over her shoulder as she zipped up her second bag.

"Yeah. You ready to get out of here?" Glenn walked over to where she was, trying to see what she was looking at when she didn't give him an answer back.

"Alright.. so we're gonna need a new way out. Cause... that looks like a lot of walkers to me," Parker spoke in a quiet whisper, her eyes wide as they both stared at about a dozen walkers passing by the window.

"How did we not hear them?" Glenn asked confused.

"Bigger problems on our hands, Glenn." She whispered harshly, practically throwing him over the check-out counter. "Move out of the way!" She grunted as she slid over the counter and crouched down beside him. They both slowly peeked over the edge, watching as a walker flopped through the broken window, most likely being pushed through by the others. The noise the walker made when it landed, gained the attention of the rest and they all swarmed the window. Parker and Glenn exchanged a quick look, their silent communication becoming easier by the numerous amount of runs they had been on together.

"Time for plan B," He whispered, using her shoulder for support as he pulled himself up. She pinched her eyebrows together at his choice of words while he thought of a different route out of there.

"That sounds wrong," She joked as walkers started to pool into the shop. "Make it quick, we're about to die."

"Follow my lead," He shot up, running straight ahead into the center of the store. Keeping pace with him as he darted through the aisles, Parker tossed displays to the floor, throwing large objects into their path to slow the walkers down even more.  Glenn skidded to a stop in front of her, his eyes locked onto something against the wall. "Glenn, seriously?!"

"Please tell me you're thinking what I am thinking right now." He shared a look with Parker as she stared at the shopping cart.

"We're about to get eaten by walkers!" She hissed at him. "Okay, yes. I was. A little bit." He looked back at it and then back at her and she sighed. "Alright, fine. Get in, hurry!" Parker grabbed the cart, holding it steady so he was able to get into it. She continuously looked over her shoulders to check on the mass of walkers still headed their way because the pair of them were anything but quiet. Even on a good day. Glenn finally got into the cart, his bags on top of his stomach and his legs hanging over the side of the cart since he was too big to fully get himself in it. "Here, hold mine too." She shrugged off her bags, tossing them on top of him as well.

"Okay, go," He hurried her now that multiple walkers were visible through the shelving. She couldn't help but crack up, unable to take him seriously with how he was squeezed into the cart. Like he was inside a sardine can. "Walkers incoming!" He yelled over her laughter. She grabbed ahold of the handlebar, warning him to brace for impact as she pushed the cart full force through a door causing it to fling open. The wheels rattled wildly as she ran through the alley the door had led them to. Their laughter drowned out the severity of the situation. Finally coming to a stop at the edge of the town, back at the old, rusty abandoned car, both out of breath, Parker watched as Glenn fought to get himself out of the cart.

"Need some help there?" She offered, already having grabbed her bags from him, slinging the second one over her shoulder.

"Yeah, that'd be great," He breathed out, collapsing back against the metal. She set his two backpacks on the ground, grabbing his hands, and giving him enough leverage so that he was able to get onto the hood of the car. She shook her head as he sat down, unable to wipe the smile off of her face as she looked at him.

"We're terrible at this," She said through heavy breaths, leaning against the car for a moment. "You're insane. You know that?" Glenn smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, but it worked didn't it?" He bumped her arm with his elbow. "A team only works if we're both dumbasses" She stared at Glenn through the corner of her eye before patting his shoulder and nodding toward the road.

"C'mon. Let's go home.."

Minutes had turned into hours, hours had turned into a day. Which has now turned into at least two. The only thing that helped her figure out how much time has passed was when food and water were delivered- that and that damn song on repeat. Not once being turned off since she'd been put in there. Parker still remained in the dark, now sat in the back corner, pieces of her hair in tangles from constantly fidgeting with it. She was still yet to fall asleep, the closest she had gotten to sleeping was when she was spaced out. But that was usually ruined by the door being opened. Parts of her shirt were worn down to threads from rubbing the fabric between her fingers for multiple hours on end. The beat of Easy Street starting over again blared through the speaker and her eyes slowly trailed up to the object in the upper left corner by the door. Parker pushed herself to her feet, staring at the wrap around her hand and then back up at the speaker.

"Screw this," She mumbled angrily, unwrapping her hand. She walked over to the corner, tossing the blood-stained bandages around the speaker twice, pulling down as hard as she could until it came loose, only hanging by wires from a hole inside the wall. She yanked down one more time and the music came to an abrupt stop. Her eyes stared down at the now-dead speaker on the floor before she turned away and walked back to her original spot. After a few minutes of silence and staring into the darkness, Parker started spacing out again.

"Hey, Parker?" Dale stepped into the RV where she had made herself comfortable, reading some of his old books. She sat up, closing the random historical book and setting it aside.

"Yeah? What's up?" She stayed seated, not hearing any urgency in his voice.

"Where's Glenn?  He wanted to learn about fixing cars but we can't seem to find a good time to do it." Dale looked out the window, expecting Glenn to just pop out of thin air.

"Uh, Dale... Glenn, Merle, T, and a few others headed out this morning, remember? They're on a run to the city." He nodded, the pieces starting to click as he remembered.

"Well, I don't suppose you'd like to help me out with my RV then, would you?" She smiled, placed the book on the table, and stood up.

"Well, I'm not one for cars but learning how to do this type of stuff might come in handy." She followed him outside to the front of the vehicle and as soon as he opened up the front of the RV, she instantly blanked on what she was even looking at.

"I'm going to take a big leap here and say you have never had to do this type of stuff based on the look on your face" Dale chuckled at her as she crouched down beside him.

"Not a once.." She replied under her breath. He spent nearly an hour and a half of trying to teach her different parts and explain their purposes and how they worked. The entire time Parker just nodded along, her whole focus on trying to understand even the smallest bit of what Dale was trying to tell her. And out of the blue, he started to quiz her on what he spent over an hour trying to teach her. "Maybe Glenn is a better student for this," Parker noted, running a hand over her face. It felt like her brain was going to explode from all the information she was trying so hard to retain- which she was also failing at.

"Now, hold on a second. Don't give up just yet, alright?" He nodded back at the inside of the RV. "Tell me what's wrong with it." She stuttered as her eyes bounced between different parts. Ultimately looking back to Dale for some form of help. When he didn't offer her anything, she blurted out the first guess that came to mind.

"Uh- the uh.. radiator hose..?" She waited to hear his sigh of disappointment but surprisingly he gave her an approving pat on the shoulder.

"See? I told you that you knew what you were doing," She smiled, proud that she had actually guessed right.

"Okay, so how do you fix it?" Parker asked Dale, her eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

"More duct tape," Dale answered making both of them laugh. "Can you go see if Shane's got any more lying around?" She sent Dale a nod, getting up and walking off to find Shane. Instead of running into him, she spotted Carl hanging out with Sophia and she headed over to see if either of them knew where Shane was.

"Hey, Carl," She ruffled his hair as he looked up at her.

"Hi, Aunt Parker!" He smiled up at her, folding the corner of the comic he was reading.

"Do you have any idea was Shane is?" He shook his head after a moment.

"Uh... I think he's looking for Mom." Parker grimaced at the news. smiling down at her nephew before walking away and going into Shane's tent. She searched through his bag until she found the duct tape. Ducking under the flap of the tent, she made her way back to where Dale was, seeing him messing around with something inside the RV.

"Dale, I got some tape. Here," She tossed it to him once she was closer, kneeling beside him so she could watch what he was doing. "Does the duct tape actually work?"

"For a while. It's just a band-aid pretty much," Dale said back, wrapping nearly half of the roll of tape around the hose. "Thanks for putting up with me for a couple of hours." He thanked her as he handed back the duct tape.

"Oh, please. I'm a terrible student. If anything you kept me from having to help do the laundry."

Parker's eyes snapped up as distant footsteps grew louder as they neared the door, pulling her back into her harsh reality. The door opened and the light blinded her and she lifted her arm to shield her eyes. Someone stepped into the cell, set a tray of food down, and kicked it over to her.

"Special orders," Dwight told her, pointing at the tray of food. "You're supposed to be getting out of here later." He wasn't even able to look at her. Parker stared daggers at him, her mind still half in the past

"I don't want anything that you've handled. Sure as hell don't want food from you." She spat, kicking it away. Dwight sighed in irritation, running his hand through his hair.

"You can stay angry, it doesn't change anything. Food is food and you need to eat."

"Why do you care?" She asked, her eyes remaining locked on his hand that had a faint red stain on it.

"I don't." He stated plainly which made her assume it was special orders from Negan.

"Who's blood is that?" She nodded at his left hand already expecting the answer.

"I'm pretty sure we both know the answer to that." Parker's heart dropped and she turned her head away, waiting for him to leave. "You know what Negan is like. I'm just trying to do what's best for me and the person I care about."

"Don't try to make yourself out to be the good guy in this. You're just another one of that man's shitty ass puppets." Parker spat at him. She watched through the corners of her eyes as he stepped out and closed the door behind him. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in. She knew the fight wasn't over. For either side. So for now, she clung to memories of better days.

Parker trudged along the dusty road, her eyes scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger. It had been a little over a week since Beth and Tyreese had died. Daryl and Carol were somewhere off in the woods, Glenn was still trying to be there for Maggie, and Tara stuck to his side. Rick, Michonne, and Carl had stayed at the front of the group, passing Judith back and forth since their last car died. Sasha, Abraham, Rosita, and Eugene stuck together and Gabriel just sorta lingered around them. Everyone's heads perked up when they heard growling ahead of them. The quiet conversations of a few of their people had drawn the attention of some walkers in the back of a truck.

"Heads up people," Parker warned all of them. "Rick, what's the plan?"

"We can handle them. We've handled worse."  As they got closer to the walkers, all of them drew their weapons, keeping them at the ready. "Keep your eyes peeled, it's getting dark." Rick and Michonne reached them first since they were ahead of the others and the pair of them made quick work of the first few walkers. Parker found herself in the back, helping Carl and Tara. Carl was left with Judith so she made sure to stay close to him. And Gabriel clung close, hiding behind Tara and shaking like he was in a snowstorm. Even though they thought the only walkers they had to fend off were in front of them, some stragglers from the woods had come to join in, flanking them from the sides. As Parker plunged her knife into the skull of a walker, she felt a rush of satisfaction. 

But in the midst of the chaos, she didn't hear the walker creeping up behind her. Its rotting hand reached out, fingers inches away from her shoulder. Parker jammed the blade of her knife under the walker's jaw, pushing up until it stopped moving altogether. Hands grasped her shoulder as a snarl sounded from behind her and before she could react, there was a lock crack. She whipped herself around to see Abraham, he had smashed the butt of his rifle into the walker's head, sending it sprawling to the ground. He quickly followed up with a quick boot to its skull, ensuring it wouldn't get back up.

"Watch your six, Little Grimes!" Abraham called out, his voice gruff but tinged with the tiniest hint of concern. Her eyes were wide with shock that she hadn't realized there was a walker behind her.

"Thanks, Abraham. Guess I owe you one." She thanked him. He sent her a quick nod as he headed for the center of the fight, his eyes constantly on the move for any more threats. 

"Just keep your head on a damn swivel. We're still in some deep shit." The group continued to fight off the remaining walkers and within minutes, the entire road was clear, the only sound was the group's heavy breathing.

"That was way more walkers than I thought there was going to be," Parker panted as everyone got drinks of water.

"We probably should have taken the woods," Glenn joked through heavy breaths. Rick regrouped everyone, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Everybody okay?" A chorus of 'yeah's and nods assured him that no one was injured and Rick nodded back towards the endless amount of road that stretched on ahead of them. Parker felt a renewed sense of camaraderie as she waited for people to follow after her brother. They were more than just a group of survivors, this was a newly found family in a world gone mad. Parker started walking, catching up to Abraham, wanting to thank him again.

"Thanks again. For saving my ass back there." Abraham shrugged with an almost smile- more of a smirk- on his face.

"Just doing my part. Better catch up with your brother before he tries to make another one of his dang speeches." She let out a genuine laugh at his comment, both picking up the pace so they were near the center of the group.

The door opened again and after Parker's last encounter, she figured she was finally getting out of this place. But instead of Dwight again, she was met with Negan, his shadow stretching across the cement floor and up the back wall. His eye roamed the cell, having to do a double take over the speaker that lay silently on the floor.

"Seriously?" He looked at where she sat, waiting for her to say something to explain what had happened.

"The song was starting to piss me off." She commented with a halfhearted shrug, staring at the pictures of Glenn and Abraham. Negan blew out a slow breath, signaling for her to stand up.

"Get up."

"Look," Parker started to say as she got up off the floor. "What if we make a deal?"

"I don't make deals," Negan instantly shut her down, shaking his head, watching Parker's every move as she stopped in front of him.

"Yes, you do. This whole thing is just one big deal. Give you stuff, we get to live, right?" Parker replied, blocking Negan's path as she stood in front of him. "I'll behave. I'll do whatever you want- within reason." 

"What do you get out of all this?" He raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on his face.

"I'm not locked in that room anymore. Or this cell." She pointed back at the dark, cement room. Negan chuckled, looking at the cell.

"I'm listening."

"I can go wherever I want, talk to whoever I want and I won't have a guard with me," Parker continued. She knew the chances of him actually agreeing with this whole idea were slim to none. "I don't want my daughter to be born knowing that her mother was a prisoner."

"Is it a girl?" Negan asked, eyes wide. "Well, congratulations, Miss Grimes."

"Can you just call me by my name?" She rolled her eyes, tired of the last name bullshit. "So, do we have a deal?" Parker asked impatiently. Negan thought about it for a moment before a smile appeared on his face.

"Why the heck not? I actually like you, but be careful. If you break this trust I'm placing in you by doing something you shouldn't, it will be worse for Daryl than it will be for you." That made Parker's blood run cold, but she refused to show that his words had affected her.

"Deal. And-"

"There's more to it?" Negan laughed.

"Yeah, why not?" She nodded. If he was stupid enough to agree to that, why not test how much she could get away with? "And when you go to Alexandria to do.. whatever it is that you do, I want to go with you." Negan laughed, humored by the request.

"Well, we'll see about that, depending on how well you behave. Until then, let me introduce you to the rest of my wives."

"I am not your wife," Parker stopped him. Not wanting him to have any hold over her. "So don't associate me with them. I'd rather be a prisoner than your wife, although I heard that's basically the same thing."

"We'll see if you change your mind," Negan said quietly. Parker didn't respond. She wouldn't be there long enough to change her mind. She had just been given more freedom than she had initially had, so maybe she could use it to find a way out of this place. She didn't want to give in to his ways, but if that was what it took to get her and Daryl out of this hell, she would do what she had to do. She now knew where they were holding him. All Parker had to do now was play nice for a bit considering she had just gained freedom. No doubt Negan would have eyes on her for a while. She would have to be careful and make her move when the time was right. Now all she had to do was figure out when that time was. 

They arrived at a room full of women, all dressed like how Sherry had tried to dress her. Black dresses, immaculate heels, and makeup. Her eyes widened and she became self-aware as they all looked at her at the same time, their eyes running up and down Parker's body. She still wore the same outfit she'd had on since the lineup. Both Glenn's and Abraham's blood covered her clothes. Just another constant, sickening reminder of what happened. Negan laughed as all eyes found them. "Hello, ladies. I want to introduce you to someone. This is Parker Grimes." He placed a rough hand on her shoulder and her face hardened, the glare never leaving. A murmured chorus of 'Hello', greeted Parker. Negan smiled as she walked away from him. "I want you to be nice to her. She is pregnant and we don't want anything to happen to the little angel. I'll leave you to chat amongst yourselves. Get to know each other." When he left, Parker relaxed for a moment but tensed again when footsteps approached her.

"Parker?" She looked up to see Sherry smiling kindly at her, and her lips parted in surprise.

"Sherry? God, you don't know how relieved I am to see someone I know. I was in a cell for days." Parker's body relaxed at the sight of someone familiar.

"That's why I wasn't allowed to see you," Sherry whispered, grabbing her arm and leading her away from the door. "Let me introduce you to everyone." Negan had many wives, and the idea repulsed Parker a lot. Still, she made an effort to be nice to the women she was introduced to, meeting Tanya, Frankie, Amber, and a couple more whose names she couldn't remember. When the introductions were made, Parker sat on one of the couches trying to ignore her back pain. Frankie sat next to her, giving her a shy smile.

"So, is the baby a girl or a boy?"

"Well.. actually there's a girl and a boy. But if anyone other than one of them asks, it's a girl" Parker answered, laughing lightly. "I have the ultrasound photos at... home.." Frankie felt that it was a sore subject for her and decided to ask a new question.

"Uh...is the father still around?" Parker nodded, staring at the closed door

"Yeah, uh... his name is Daryl."

"Are you married?" Tanya asked, joining Frankie and Parker on the couch. "I.. I noticed the ring." She pointed at it.

"I am," Parker replied quietly. "Uh...we got married in a church."

"Before all this?" Tanya asked curiously.

"No," Parker shook her head. "A few months ago. We were on the run for a while after the prison we were staying in was attacked and we were engaged and there was a priest. So one night we just... got married." It was nice to talk about Daryl with other women and not with Negan. Remembering her wedding night, no matter how chaotic and anxiety-filled it was. Talking about it filled her with happiness and nostalgia, remembering a happier time. It reminded her of her friends and the way they had found a piece of happiness despite the horrors that surrounded them.

"Is he here?" Frankie questioned her. "Did he do something wrong?"

"Uh...I don't...I guess," Parker stuttered over her words. "Yeah, he's here. But he's...I'm sorry, I can't talk about this."

"It's okay," Frankie assured her.

"Is that how you all ended up here?" Parker asked them. Wanting to know why they were in this position. "Doing something wrong?" The girls nodded.

"Yeah, most of us anyway. Sometimes we do it for a better life. It sucks. There's nothing better about it." Parker put her head in her hands.

"I'm sorry, it's hard to adjust. This place.. there's more to this world than being Negan's wife. Why not escape?" Sherry appeared behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. 

"It's okay. We understand. Just give it time. And some of us... some of us are just stuck here. We made this choice to protect someone close to us. If we leave, they'll die." Parker shook her head. She wasn't going to give it time. She wasn't going to sit here and wait for things to happen. She was going to get out of that place and take Daryl with her.