ELEANOR . NEGAN

012.

We are not monsters.

We are not monsters.

That phrase ran through Sasha's mind on an endless train track. We are not monsters. At times like this, it was hard to differentiate between the actual humans and the walkers. Nowadays, people who survived are content falling into madness and becoming what they feared.

Humans and walkers are alike. The only thing parting them was their need for food. And just like Terminus, it still shows they were on a similar line. One day, and that day will come, the walkers will be the only thing left and the rest of the human population, no matter how small it will be, will only find closure in it's overgrown temple on insanity within their matted brain.

Sasha sighed. The knife in her hand was clutched tight as she stared at the creaking open door.

"What did they do to you?"

Eugene looked down at Sasha, baring a light and drink, a pillow and a blanket. "They're keeping me safe." The sentence caused Sasha to look away, almost ashamed and disgusted. "I uh, brought you some creature comforts." He slowly placed the objects down. "Full disclosure, the pillow is not hypoallergenic."

Sasha didn't respond.

"There was a debate as to whether or not I should come in here. They said in the event of a hostage situation with the pig sticker that I would fully be on my own. Just wanted to share that." Eugene back to feel conscious as to why Sasha wasn't speaking. "Negan relayed to me his offer to you. It's my opinion that you should accept said offer, just as I did. I know it's a hold-your-nose situation but taking up with management here was indeed the correct select-"

"Did Elle?" Eugene looked down. "Did Eleanor accept the offer?"

Fact is, if Eleanor didn't accept the offer then Sasha knew she would be fine declining it. Eleanor was the one with the plan, always knew what to do. She was strong, strategic - knew how to keep people safe.

"She wasn't given an offer."

Sasha furrowed her brows, "What do you mean?"

"My estimated guess it that the leader finds her better than simply an add on to his army."

-

"This is serious."

Eleanor was stood near Negan's sofa within his bedroom, biting the corner of her lip. Negan dragged her into his room for conversation, making it out to be something about her time at the Sanctuary and a new job - only to be tricked.

The only good thing she got from this trip was a cup of lemonade. A really familiar glass of lemonade.

"I need to talk to you." The way his face scrunched up in stress made Elle worry. "Serious talk."

I guess, this is my chatting time.

"What... what's going on?"

Negan sat in front of her, eyes burning into hers. "A little birdie told me that Rick is up to no good." Oh, fuck. "That means you have two options- and I'm being really fucking generous with this -you either help us fight, help me win. Or I let you stay here, where you stay locked in this room until I'm back."

With no hesitation, she replied with: "Stay in this room. I'll stay in this room."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, swallowing a gulp. "I can't fight, you know that. Did you see me shoot a gun?"

"I did - you're shit."

"Exactly! I can't, I can't fight. Seeing people I care about... you know, is something I can't see. I won't."