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"Do I even wanna know what you guys are doing?"

"It's a friendly game of Russian Roulette!"
The older man exclaims, clearly satisfied.
"Don't tell me you've never played a game of fucking roulette."

"The answer is no, I didn't want to know."
The blonde huffs, tossing something onto the table that the two men were sitting at.
"Alpha isn't standing down, you wanted to infiltrate and it got Stokes killed, what the fuck are you doing?"

"It's the game of life."
Mr. Negan sighs, looking over at us.
"Do you know the difference between reality and the game of life?"

"You're a crackhead."
Queens rolls his eyes harder than I has ever seen before.

"Negan, get off your ass."
Miss Alexa says, storming in through the back door.
"We just fought off a goddamn hoard sent from East, where the hell were you?"

"There was a hoard?"
The blonde asks.
"Is everyone okay?"

"We're all frustrated."
The woman replies.
"But we're fine."

"Ladies, relax."
Negan huffs, pulling an irritated groan out Queen.
"The bitch is no problem."

"Raise your hand if you think she set of the walkers."
Micah buds in.

I, along with Miss Alexa, Queen, and Micah, raise my hand.

"Hypothetically, if she did, what would you have planned for her?"
I ask.

"I'd hand her ass to her."

"Is that, like, something kinky?"
I furrow my eyebrows, looking up at Queen.
"Do adults do that or something?"

The man licks his bottom lip and shakes his head, ruffling my hair.

"Should we send our scouts out?"
Micah asks.

"Eugene, Rosita, Tara, and Carl."
Mr. Negan replies.
"Oh, and take Levi with you, that poor bastard is so fucking incompetent. I need him to get away from my property."

After Micah left, Queen was instructed to set up more guards in the watch towers and get a few more patrol men for the streets and by the entrance. Miss Alexa was ordered to continue her work on the map and figure out how to work Alexandria's best into Alpha's sanctuary as stealthy as possible.

I stayed in the house with Mr. Negan, watching him scratch at his beard and sigh continuously.

"Do you miss Carter?"

"What?"

"Carter."
I say.
"Do you miss Carter?"

The man shrugs.
"Define miss."

"Um... do you get sad sometimes because he doesn't rule the world with you?"

"Are you implying I'm weak?"

"You definitely miss him."
I giggle.
"You should talk to him!"