ELEANOR . NEGAN

015.

The whole point of Eleanor being included inside the tight-knit group of Saviour's were for Simon to make sure she didn't wander off. All things considered, even if Negan had a tight grasp on her - she still wasn't trusted. She was an outside, just like Eugene. But Eugene was willing to change. Elle? Not so much.

Simon hushed her to sit beside the head of the table. It was like a fucking round table - Eugene, Regina, Dwight and Gavin. It was eerly quiet, especially considering they were deep in the topic of the most current rat.

Eleanor didn't know there was a rat, she was unaware of everything that was going on. The only thing she understood was that the Sanctuary was surrounded by massive hoards of walkers. That apparent from the echoing growling.

Gavin shook his head. "Somewhere in here made everything out there happen. We're having our little crisis-management meeting about the rebellion in Alexandria, us three outpost heads, and that's when they pile this crap on us?!" The man slapped the table, "That's when they cut us off? Come on! They knows all and sees all. Sometimes... it doesn't take a gun."

Eleanor rolled her eyes at the dramatics and Regina didn't take that lightly. Her head was quick to look up and stare at the woman. "The right kind of rat... can kill plenty of people... with just some talk."

Regina scoffed at Gavin's words. "Yeah, someone in here does like to fucking talk-"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Simon piped up, leaning across the table - clearly taking the place that was once Negan's.

Regina raised her hand and carelessly pointed at Eleanor. Is she fucking serious? "You're telling me we got a snitch? Well, I'm looking right at one."

"Oh, give it up-"

"Come on! It makes perfect fucking sense." Regina looked around the table, making sure they were listening. "She doesn't fucking belong here, nor has she took her time to be a part of all of this-"

"Because this place is a shithole?"

Regina scoffed. "Listen to her! Out of her and the Southerner? I trust him more-"

"How thick can you be?!" Eleanor fired back. Honest to God. "Me? A fucking snitch? When do I have the time... the be a fucking snitch?"

"Oh, please. You're not even a worker!" Eleanor blankly looked at Regina. "You're practically a trophy wife-"

Eleanor could feel the anger bottling in the depths of her mind as her fists clenched beside her thighs. One thing calling her a snitch. But it was another thing to call her a trophy wife? A fucking trophy wife? Eleanor went to fight back but Simon put a hand on her shoulder and kept her still to the chair.

"Regina." Simon fired. "Now, I know we aren't stupid. So let's focus back on the workers-soldiers dilemma."

"It doesn't have to be us." Dwight spoke up, putting the Regina and Eleanor thing to the past even though the two women were staring at each other like there was no tomorrow. "And it doesn't have to be the workers."

"Dwight, you gotta face reality here."

Dwight shook his head, "No, Simon, we keep what's ours, and we don't give up a damn thing. We get out!" He got up from his seat and started to wave his finger at Regina and Gavin. "And I don't want to hear backbiting or pissing or moaning from you two! You got a problem with that, come at me." He hummed. "You can't lead the Saviours out of here? I will."

It was like a moment of confidence for poor ol' Dwight, a lifting feeling in his stomach to actually say how he felt. Shame Simon looked like he was ready to tear into him.