"I'll take a car and ride next to just can't be him."Sasha said."I'll go with her."Abraham replied."Got a question for you. Just some intel before our little road trip tomorrow."Abraham asked.

"Ask me."Sasha replied."You doing this 'cause you want to die?"Abraham asked."No."Sasha replied.

"What's going on back there?"Daryl radioed."Half of them broke off! They're going toward Alexandria! You keep going!"Rick Radioed back.

"What is it?"Sasha asked."Keep moving. I'll catch ya!"Abraham shouted."Abraham!"Sasha exclaimed."I'm just livin' darlin'. Woo! Just like you."Abraham replied.

"All right."Sasha radioed."That's 20?"Daryl radioed back."It will be. 642 is a mile ahead. We gotta put distance between us and them before the turnoff."Sasha said."So floor it."Abraham replied.

"All right, try to keep up."Daryl said."Daryl, have you looked at this car?Believe me, we want to get back there, too."Sasha said.

"Leave it."Sasha ordered."Just gonna give it a last little polish."Abraham replied."What the hell you got to grin about?"Sasha asked.

"We won, darlin'."Abraham replied."There could be more."Sasha said."Screw it."Abraham replied.

"Sasha?Abraham, are you there?"Daryl radioed."There, it's bike's are his shells."Sasha said.

"He fired at 'em, got away. He caught a good bounce."Abraham replied."There aren't enough people around to just wait around for somebody to they couldn't have just been watching us, not with what we were doing."Sasha said.

"Nah, they were looking to chew up someone in particular."Abraham replied."Whoever the hell they , you copy?Daryl?"Sasha radioed.

"Dollars to doughnuts, he's on his way back to Alexandria now."Abraham replied."He wouldn't leave us behind."Sasha said.

"He already did."Abraham replied."But he came we go look for him."The best way to find a tracker is to stay him find you."Sasha said.

"You just want us to sit here with our precious leathers in our hands?"Abraham asked.

" 't."Sasha said."What?"Abraham asked."You're smarter than don't need to leave bread crumbs."Sasha said.

"How come gorgeous over here is still standing?"Abraham asked."He can't get 's locked. We're fine."Sasha replied

"Stand watch or sleep."Sasha said."The former. Straight through the night."Do a little shopping, maybe."Abraham replied.

"Can't sleep?"Abraham asked."What does it look like?"Sasha asked."I just wanted to know if it was a choice."Abraham replied.

"You have no idea how much I want to release that thing from this plane of our new home?Should we give him a name?"Abraham asked.

"You got yourself into this.I was driving that car solo until you chose to come with."Sasha said."Oh, I didn't have a choice there."Abraham replied.

"Tell me why."Sasha said."You going stag was not an option."Abraham replied."Tell me why."Sasha said.

"You were out of control for a good while there. Just about took my arm off on the road to paradise. You remember that?"Abraham asked.

"I do. I'm in control now."Sasha replied."Me, too."Abraham said."That's why you wanna kill that walker? The one down the street? The guys in the car? 'Cause you're in control."Sasha replied.

"Cause loose ends make my ass itch. If I have not gotten my psyche situated straight, it's because the shit's continually been hitting the fan without respite."Abraham said.

"Oh, there's been respite. There was a party."Sasha replied."Oh, I remember that. You had the time of your life there."Abraham said.

"You don't have to throw yourself out of a moving car... to feel like you're calling the 's jump out of an airplane, you don't have choices after you play some chicken with the ground, but you pull the rip cord, you if you have a roof over your head, you have food, you have walls... you have choices. And without walkers and bullets and sh1t hitting the fan, you're accountable for them. I mean, hell, you're always accountable. It's just with all that other noise, you know people won't notice."Sasha replied.

"Stand watch or sleep."Sasha said."The former. Straight through the night."Abraham 'll reassess in the morning."Abraham said.

"What do you mean?"Sasha asked."What the hell we're doing here."Abraham replied.

"Well, howdy, gentleman."Abraham greets."Where did you get that?"Sasha asked."It is the fruit of some off-the-chart stupidity. Some Grade-A, butt steak idiocy."Abraham replied.

"Self-awareness is a beautiful thing."Sasha said."Yes, it is."Abraham replied.

"You see, I know this group and I know Rick. And whatever happened back there is being managed and kicked right up into its own ass one way or another. I know that. We got beer... and air conditioning... and walls. The table is set for the rest of our lives, and I hope those years to be long and fruitful. I see that time before me... and I've been feeling the urge to make some plays... before the great cosmic Pete comes to cut my throat unceremoniously and I gurgle my last breath. Well, things are gonna go on for a while before that, and that hadn't occurred to me before. I've been kind of living check to check on that point. I like the way you call bullshit, Sasha. I believe I'd like to get to know you a whole lot better."Abraham said.

"That one of your plays? What makes you think I want that?"Sasha asked."A man can tell."Abraham replied."Well...you got some stuff to take care of."Sasha said.

"Yeah. I do."Abraham replied."Rick, you copy?Anybody?Say it again?"Daryl asked."Help."A Stranger replied.

Sasha had butterflies in her stomach that just wouldn't let up no matter what she truth Sasha had put aside romance after losing Bob much like Tyreese had done with Karen but Barb had rescued him in a way Sasha knew she couldn't.

Now Abraham was doing it in his own way for her."Daryl."Sasha exclaimed."Yeah, I see."Daryl replied."What in the holy shit."Abraham exclaimed.

"Why don't you come on out. Join us in the road. If you want to resist and try something. I mean, it's a choice, I guess. But we will end your ass. We will split you right in two. Straight through to the sinuses. So, come 's great. Doing well right out of the gate. Now step two. Hand over your weapons."The unknown Biker ordered.

"Why should we?"Daryl asked."Well they're not yours."The unknown Biker replied."What?"Abraham asked."See... your weapons, your truck, the fuel in your truck, if you got mints in your glove compartment, if you got porn underneath the seat, change in the seats, hell the seats themselves, the floor mats, your maps, the stash of emergency napkins you got there in your console, none of those things are yours anymore."The Unknown Biker replied.

"Whose are they?"Sasha asked."Your property now belongs to if you can get your hands on a tanker, you're people our person wants to know. So let's get those sidearms, shall we? Right now. If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. It goes quicker."The unknown Biker said.

"Thank see, usually we introduce ourselves by just popping one of you right off the bat. But you seem like reasonable people. I mean, you're sportin' dress blues, for Christ's sake. And, like I said, we're gonna drive you back to where you were. I mean, do you know how awkward it is carpooling with someone whose friend or friends you've just killed? Oof. But I told you not to ask questions. And what does this ginger do? So that's that. I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me."The Unknown Biker said.

"Wait! Wait."Sasha pleads."Who's Negan?"Abraham asked."Ding, Dong / Hell's Bells."The Unknown Biker exclaimed."You don't have to do this."Sasha said.

"Shut up."Abraham replied." I am talking to the man."Sasha said."No, you're not.I'm not gonna kill you. Wait, wait. You know what? Yes, I am!"The unknown Biker said.

"Son of a bitch was tougher than he looks."Daryl replied."Did he cut you?"Sasha asked."A little. What a bunch of assholes."Daryl replied.

"Nibble on that."So there we were, scraping our sacks in the targets in the dunes. All of us sweating and swearing. Sure as hell beat sitting on our asses 30 clicks to nowhere waiting for our humpbacked friend to defecate the keys to our transport."Abraham said

"Camels don't eat keys."Sasha replied."They do, it did. And it shit it out. I shit you not."Abraham said."You're an idiot."Sasha replied.

"I've never denied new world. I still can't stop thinking about Maggie having a pup. In this."Abraham said.

"What about it?"Sasha asked."You know, the way things go. The way they can."Abraham replied."Yeah. Maybe that's why. Because the way things go."Sasha said.

"You already called me an idiot."Abraham replied."Never had to."Sasha said.

"Packing your stilettos? We'll only be gone a night."Rosita said."I'm going."Abraham replied.

"I am, too, but tomorrow."Rosita said."I'm leaving."Abraham replied."Why?"Rosita asked.

"It happens."Abraham replied."Are you serious?"Rosita asked."This is how I want it."Abraham replied."Why?"Rosita asked.

"Why are dingleberries brown?It's just the way shit is."Abraham replied"No, no. After everything we've been through, you are not walking out that door unless you can tell me why."Tell me!Tell me why!"Rosita demanded.

"When I first met you, I thought you were the last woman on Earth. You're not."Abraham said.

"I see you've tied back your Tennessee waterfall there."Abraham replied." I won't lie. I liked it. I may very well miss it. The feeling of the billowy curtain catching the breeze some days was straight-up bliss. But brass tacks - The hair doesn't make the man, the man makes the man."Eugene said.

"Guard duty, weapon training, changing up the hairstyle, swigging some swagger with the ladies, spitting game..."Abraham replied.

"If you don't spit game you are 's simple, really. As with any RPG, tabletop, electronic, or otherwise, the key to survival is to allow oneself to be shaped by the assigned environment. In doing so, a broad range of capabilities are acquired, allowing one to flip the script and use said capabilities to shape said environment to maximum longevity. I'm saying I'm in the process of said step two. I've changed, adapted, I'm a survivor."Eugene said.

"Keep telling yourself that."Abraham replied."You about ready to spill the pintos on what the hell it is we're doing here? Eugene."Abraham asked.

"We're gonna manufacture bullets here. I've been chewing the cud on this for a few days now. The Hilltop's dry, our supply's finite. So not only are bullets vital for defense, but per the law of supply and demand, a full cartridge is now the coin of the land."Eugene replied.

"Making bullets from scratch."Abraham said."Spent casings, but the innards are all us. And by us, I mean me."Eugene replied.

"And you think you can do that... here? With just this?"Abraham asked."Well, the digs well require a thorough scrubbing. We'll have to scare up a hella ton of lead, but, yes. I most definitely almost certainly think I can do that here."Eugene replied.

"That, my friend, is some damn fine genuine outside-the-box thinking."Abraham said." I had full control of the situation."Eugene replied.

"You had better luck picking up a turd by its clean end."Abraham said."I'm gonna allow you to apologize for saying that. So how about you do so right now?"Eugene asked.

"Jimmy down there almost ate your face, dumbass."Abraham replied."Denise!"Daryl shouts as he dives on her in time for the arrow to miss them and hit the ground.

"I should've killed you."Daryl said."Yeah, you probably should've. Well, here we are. Kind of begs the question, right? Who brought this on who? I mean, I get that you'll have to just take my word for this, but... she wasn't even the one I was aiming I said, kicks like a bitch."Dwight replied.

"Well, Rosita... it's not what I want. It's what you and Daryl are going to do. You're gonna let us into your little complex. It looks like it's just beautiful in there. And then you're gonna let us take whatever and whoever we want... or we blow Eugene's brains out. And then yours. And then his. I hope it doesn't come to that, really. Nobody else has to die. We just try and start with one. You know... maximum impact to get our point across. So what's it gonna be? You tell me."Dwight demands.

"You wanna kill someone, you start with our companion hiding over there behind the oil barrels. He's a first-class A-hole and he deserves it so much more than us three."Eugene replied.

"Do you apologize for questioning my skills?"Eugene asked."I apologize for questioning your skills. You know how to bite a dick, Eugene. I mean that with the utmost of respect. Welcome to stage two."Abraham replied.

"Don't welcome me. I've been here for a while."Eugene said."You okay?"Sasha asked."It could be thirty years for us here."And that's still too short."You said I had choices,"You have them too."Abraham said."Come inside."Sasha replied.

Abraham followed Sasha inside the house closing the door behind him."You don't know how happy I was to see you outside."Sasha said.

"Like I said a man can I was glad to make it back here to Savior dicks have a hard on for us they almost killed Denise."Abraham replied.

"I know."Sasha said."While I was out there before all hell broke loose,I got you something.I know this is sudden and we are getting to know each other. but you are the woman I want Sasha and I want you to be my wife."Abraham said.

"Yes,Abraham I'll marry you."Sasha replied."Hot Damn Sasha!If that don't make me the happiest man in Alexandria I don't know what does."Abraham said between kissing every inch of her he could reach.

"I'm happy too,this is the happiest I've been in along time."Sasha scooped Sasha up in his arms heading to the master bedroom laying her down on the bed in a fluid just let the moment take them on a ride that would last till the early morning hours.

Sasha had no idea she was ovulating, and it didn't occur that she and Abraham,could be making pancakes of their very own.

Not even worrying about what Tyreese might say at this mattered was their own little paradise.

"I'll take a car and ride next to just can't be him."Sasha said."I'll go with her."Abraham replied."Got a question for you. Just some intel before our little road trip tomorrow."Abraham asked.

"Ask me."Sasha replied."You doing this 'cause you want to die?"Abraham asked."No."Sasha replied.

"What's going on back there?"Daryl radioed."Half of them broke off! They're going toward Alexandria! You keep going!"Rick Radioed back.

"What is it?"Sasha asked."Keep moving. I'll catch ya!"Abraham shouted."Abraham!"Sasha exclaimed."I'm just livin' darlin'. Woo! Just like you."Abraham replied.

"All right."Sasha radioed."That's 20?"Daryl radioed back."It will be. 642 is a mile ahead. We gotta put distance between us and them before the turnoff."Sasha said."So floor it."Abraham replied.

"All right, try to keep up."Daryl said."Daryl, have you looked at this car?Believe me, we want to get back there, too."Sasha said.

"Leave it."Sasha ordered."Just gonna give it a last little polish."Abraham replied."What the hell you got to grin about?"Sasha asked.

"We won, darlin'."Abraham replied."There could be more."Sasha said."Screw it."Abraham replied.

"Sasha?Abraham, are you there?"Daryl radioed."There, it's bike's are his shells."Sasha said.

"He fired at 'em, got away. He caught a good bounce."Abraham replied."There aren't enough people around to just wait around for somebody to they couldn't have just been watching us, not with what we were doing."Sasha said.

"Nah, they were looking to chew up someone in particular."Abraham replied."Whoever the hell they , you copy?Daryl?"Sasha radioed.

"Dollars to doughnuts, he's on his way back to Alexandria now."Abraham replied."He wouldn't leave us behind."Sasha said.

"He already did."Abraham replied."But he came we go look for him."The best way to find a tracker is to stay him find you."Sasha said.

"You just want us to sit here with our precious leathers in our hands?"Abraham asked.

" 't."Sasha said."What?"Abraham asked."You're smarter than don't need to leave bread crumbs."Sasha said.

"How come gorgeous over here is still standing?"Abraham asked."He can't get 's locked. We're fine."Sasha replied

"Stand watch or sleep."Sasha said."The former. Straight through the night."Do a little shopping, maybe."Abraham replied.

"Can't sleep?"Abraham asked."What does it look like?"Sasha asked."I just wanted to know if it was a choice."Abraham replied.

"You have no idea how much I want to release that thing from this plane of our new home?Should we give him a name?"Abraham asked.

"You got yourself into this.I was driving that car solo until you chose to come with."Sasha said."Oh, I didn't have a choice there."Abraham replied.

"Tell me why."Sasha said."You going stag was not an option."Abraham replied."Tell me why."Sasha said.

"You were out of control for a good while there. Just about took my arm off on the road to paradise. You remember that?"Abraham asked.

"I do. I'm in control now."Sasha replied."Me, too."Abraham said."That's why you wanna kill that walker? The one down the street? The guys in the car? 'Cause you're in control."Sasha replied.

"Cause loose ends make my ass itch. If I have not gotten my psyche situated straight, it's because the shit's continually been hitting the fan without respite."Abraham said.

"Oh, there's been respite. There was a party."Sasha replied."Oh, I remember that. You had the time of your life there."Abraham said.

"You don't have to throw yourself out of a moving car... to feel like you're calling the 's jump out of an airplane, you don't have choices after you play some chicken with the ground, but you pull the rip cord, you if you have a roof over your head, you have food, you have walls... you have choices. And without walkers and bullets and sh1t hitting the fan, you're accountable for them. I mean, hell, you're always accountable. It's just with all that other noise, you know people won't notice."Sasha replied.

"Stand watch or sleep."Sasha said."The former. Straight through the night."Abraham 'll reassess in the morning."Abraham said.

"What do you mean?"Sasha asked."What the hell we're doing here."Abraham replied.

"Well, howdy, gentleman."Abraham greets."Where did you get that?"Sasha asked."It is the fruit of some off-the-chart stupidity. Some Grade-A, butt steak idiocy."Abraham replied.

"Self-awareness is a beautiful thing."Sasha said."Yes, it is."Abraham replied.

"You see, I know this group and I know Rick. And whatever happened back there is being managed and kicked right up into its own ass one way or another. I know that. We got beer... and air conditioning... and walls. The table is set for the rest of our lives, and I hope those years to be long and fruitful. I see that time before me... and I've been feeling the urge to make some plays... before the great cosmic Pete comes to cut my throat unceremoniously and I gurgle my last breath. Well, things are gonna go on for a while before that, and that hadn't occurred to me before. I've been kind of living check to check on that point. I like the way you call bullshit, Sasha. I believe I'd like to get to know you a whole lot better."Abraham said.

"That one of your plays? What makes you think I want that?"Sasha asked."A man can tell."Abraham replied."Well...you got some stuff to take care of."Sasha said.

"Yeah. I do."Abraham replied."Rick, you copy?Anybody?Say it again?"Daryl asked."Help."A Stranger replied.

Sasha had butterflies in her stomach that just wouldn't let up no matter what she truth Sasha had put aside romance after losing Bob much like Tyreese had done with Karen but Barb had rescued him in a way Sasha knew she couldn't.

Now Abraham was doing it in his own way for her."Daryl."Sasha exclaimed."Yeah, I see."Daryl replied."What in the holy shit."Abraham exclaimed.

"Why don't you come on out. Join us in the road. If you want to resist and try something. I mean, it's a choice, I guess. But we will end your ass. We will split you right in two. Straight through to the sinuses. So, come 's great. Doing well right out of the gate. Now step two. Hand over your weapons."The unknown Biker ordered.

"Why should we?"Daryl asked."Well they're not yours."The unknown Biker replied."What?"Abraham asked."See... your weapons, your truck, the fuel in your truck, if you got mints in your glove compartment, if you got porn underneath the seat, change in the seats, hell the seats themselves, the floor mats, your maps, the stash of emergency napkins you got there in your console, none of those things are yours anymore."The Unknown Biker replied.

"Whose are they?"Sasha asked."Your property now belongs to if you can get your hands on a tanker, you're people our person wants to know. So let's get those sidearms, shall we? Right now. If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. It goes quicker."The unknown Biker said.

"Thank see, usually we introduce ourselves by just popping one of you right off the bat. But you seem like reasonable people. I mean, you're sportin' dress blues, for Christ's sake. And, like I said, we're gonna drive you back to where you were. I mean, do you know how awkward it is carpooling with someone whose friend or friends you've just killed? Oof. But I told you not to ask questions. And what does this ginger do? So that's that. I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me."The Unknown Biker said.

"Wait! Wait."Sasha pleads."Who's Negan?"Abraham asked."Ding, Dong / Hell's Bells."The Unknown Biker exclaimed."You don't have to do this."Sasha said.

"Shut up."Abraham replied." I am talking to the man."Sasha said."No, you're not.I'm not gonna kill you. Wait, wait. You know what? Yes, I am!"The unknown Biker said.

"Son of a bitch was tougher than he looks."Daryl replied."Did he cut you?"Sasha asked."A little. What a bunch of assholes."Daryl replied.

"Nibble on that."So there we were, scraping our sacks in the targets in the dunes. All of us sweating and swearing. Sure as hell beat sitting on our asses 30 clicks to nowhere waiting for our humpbacked friend to defecate the keys to our transport."Abraham said

"Camels don't eat keys."Sasha replied."They do, it did. And it shit it out. I shit you not."Abraham said."You're an idiot."Sasha replied.

"I've never denied new world. I still can't stop thinking about Maggie having a pup. In this."Abraham said.

"What about it?"Sasha asked."You know, the way things go. The way they can."Abraham replied."Yeah. Maybe that's why. Because the way things go."Sasha said.

"You already called me an idiot."Abraham replied."Never had to."Sasha said.

"Packing your stilettos? We'll only be gone a night."Rosita said."I'm going."Abraham replied.

"I am, too, but tomorrow."Rosita said."I'm leaving."Abraham replied."Why?"Rosita asked.

"It happens."Abraham replied."Are you serious?"Rosita asked."This is how I want it."Abraham replied."Why?"Rosita asked.

"Why are dingleberries brown?It's just the way shit is."Abraham replied"No, no. After everything we've been through, you are not walking out that door unless you can tell me why."Tell me!Tell me why!"Rosita demanded.

"When I first met you, I thought you were the last woman on Earth. You're not."Abraham said.

"I see you've tied back your Tennessee waterfall there."Abraham replied." I won't lie. I liked it. I may very well miss it. The feeling of the billowy curtain catching the breeze some days was straight-up bliss. But brass tacks - The hair doesn't make the man, the man makes the man."Eugene said.

"Guard duty, weapon training, changing up the hairstyle, swigging some swagger with the ladies, spitting game..."Abraham replied.

"If you don't spit game you are 's simple, really. As with any RPG, tabletop, electronic, or otherwise, the key to survival is to allow oneself to be shaped by the assigned environment. In doing so, a broad range of capabilities are acquired, allowing one to flip the script and use said capabilities to shape said environment to maximum longevity. I'm saying I'm in the process of said step two. I've changed, adapted, I'm a survivor."Eugene said.

"Keep telling yourself that."Abraham replied."You about ready to spill the pintos on what the hell it is we're doing here? Eugene."Abraham asked.

"We're gonna manufacture bullets here. I've been chewing the cud on this for a few days now. The Hilltop's dry, our supply's finite. So not only are bullets vital for defense, but per the law of supply and demand, a full cartridge is now the coin of the land."Eugene replied.

"Making bullets from scratch."Abraham said."Spent casings, but the innards are all us. And by us, I mean me."Eugene replied.

"And you think you can do that... here? With just this?"Abraham asked."Well, the digs well require a thorough scrubbing. We'll have to scare up a hella ton of lead, but, yes. I most definitely almost certainly think I can do that here."Eugene replied.

"That, my friend, is some damn fine genuine outside-the-box thinking."Abraham said." I had full control of the situation."Eugene replied.

"You had better luck picking up a turd by its clean end."Abraham said."I'm gonna allow you to apologize for saying that. So how about you do so right now?"Eugene asked.

"Jimmy down there almost ate your face, dumbass."Abraham replied."Denise!"Daryl shouts as he dives on her in time for the arrow to miss them and hit the ground.

"I should've killed you."Daryl said."Yeah, you probably should've. Well, here we are. Kind of begs the question, right? Who brought this on who? I mean, I get that you'll have to just take my word for this, but... she wasn't even the one I was aiming I said, kicks like a bitch."Dwight replied.

"Well, Rosita... it's not what I want. It's what you and Daryl are going to do. You're gonna let us into your little complex. It looks like it's just beautiful in there. And then you're gonna let us take whatever and whoever we want... or we blow Eugene's brains out. And then yours. And then his. I hope it doesn't come to that, really. Nobody else has to die. We just try and start with one. You know... maximum impact to get our point across. So what's it gonna be? You tell me."Dwight demands.

"You wanna kill someone, you start with our companion hiding over there behind the oil barrels. He's a first-class A-hole and he deserves it so much more than us three."Eugene replied.

"Do you apologize for questioning my skills?"Eugene asked."I apologize for questioning your skills. You know how to bite a dick, Eugene. I mean that with the utmost of respect. Welcome to stage two."Abraham replied.

"Don't welcome me. I've been here for a while."Eugene said."You okay?"Sasha asked."It could be thirty years for us here."And that's still too short."You said I had choices,"You have them too."Abraham said."Come inside."Sasha replied.

Abraham followed Sasha inside the house closing the door behind him."You don't know how happy I was to see you outside."Sasha said.

"Like I said a man can I was glad to make it back here to Savior dicks have a hard on for us they almost killed Denise."Abraham replied.

"I know."Sasha said."While I was out there before all hell broke loose,I got you something.I know this is sudden and we are getting to know each other. but you are the woman I want Sasha and I want you to be my wife."Abraham said.

"Yes,Abraham I'll marry you."Sasha replied."Hot Damn Sasha!If that don't make me the happiest man in Alexandria I don't know what does."Abraham said between kissing every inch of her he could reach.

"I'm happy too,this is the happiest I've been in along time."Sasha scooped Sasha up in his arms heading to the master bedroom laying her down on the bed in a fluid just let the moment take them on a ride that would last till the early morning hours.

Sasha had no idea she was ovulating, and it didn't occur that she and Abraham,could be making pancakes of their very own.

Not even worrying about what Tyreese might say at this mattered was their own little paradise.