"Thank you," Maggie said softly, when Rick agreed to teach her people how to fight. "And as for Negan, I want to be there when he dies. I need to. I need to see the light go out of his eyes. I need to see him suffer for what he did to Glenn. To Abraham. To countless other people who were just trying to do the right thing. Who were just trying to survive. For the longest time, I wanted to be the one to kill him. I thought I could. That I had to. But then I realized that I can't. I just can't."<br/><br/>"Glenn wouldn't want me to do it. And as much as I hate putting the burden of killing, off on someone else, this is just one time I can't do it. I don't know what kind of person I'd be if I did kill him. Or after I killed him. And it scares me, so I don't want to take that chance. I can't risk leaving James without a parent. He already lost his father, both of his grandfathers, and his aunt. I won't be another loss for him." She looked down at their hands that held each other's, and squeezed his hand.<br/><br/>"We've known each other for a long time, Rick. We've seen each other at our best and at our worst. I want you to know that if you ever need anything, I'm here. You don't have to hesitate in asking. If I can do it, I will." The brunette fell silent once more as Rick resumed talking, and she simply nodded. When he finished speaking she said softly, "Not many people know this, but James is named after Glenn's father. When Glenn was alive, we had discussed naming our son after my father."<br/><br/>"And we had agreed. But when Glenn died, and our son was born shortly after, I remembered a talk we had had about his father once. His name had been James, and they'd been close, until his father died from cancer. And so when Glenn died, I figured that I'd honor my husband, by naming our son after his father." Maggie cleared her throat a moment later. "Anyway, I just wanted to thank you again. I know that it's a tight fit, with adding what's left of us from the Hilltop, here."<br/><br/>"And I appreciate everything you and the others here, have done." She glanced around the house, squeezed his hand once more, and then released it. The young woman got to her feet. "I'm going to check on James and Judith and then I'd like to get some sleep, so I can be up early to start talking to Jesus and Morgan. The sooner we reach out to the Kingdom and let the King know what's going on, the sooner we'll be able to get the ball rolling and we can start trading. If you can spare a blanket, I'd appreciate it."<br/><br/>"You can just toss it on the couch, and after I check on the kids, I'll curl up there. I can even bring James in the crib out here so that he doesn't keep you and everyone else awake. But.. uh, something just occurred to me. Where's Carl?"<br/><br/>___________________________<br/><br/>Carl found a crate just a few feet from the door that he had just come out of. He crouched down and remained hidden behind the crate for several minutes, as he watched what unfolded next with Jennifer. And his jaw nearly hit the floor when Negan showed up and what the other man said. Jennifer was Negan's daughter. "Holy shit..." He mumbled under his breath.  He could see that the girl was uncomfortable and afraid, and yet she hadn't given him up. Part of him couldn't help<br/>but wonder if it was just a ruse.<br/><br/>If they knew he was out here, waiting and watching. He crouched there for a few minutes longer and then decided that it was time for him to go before anyone found him. With his gun pointed out in front of him, he ran across and shot down two more Saviors, while he was on his way back to the car he had taken from Alexandria. Half an hour later, he'd taken out numerous walkers, too. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that he had made it back to the car without being seen.<br/><br/>Without being caught by Negan or one of the Saviors. He got into the car and didn't bother to use a seatbelt. He slipped the key into the ignition, and got the hell out of Doge. Another half an hour later, the young man arrived back at Alexandria and was relieved. He rolled down the window on the driver's side, and glanced<br/>up at who was on the wall, and after they confirmed that it was him, he was allowed to enter and drove inside. The young man parked the car, exited it, and stashed his gun back in the holster.<br/><br/>Carl ignored questions from various members of the community, and instead, excused himself and returned to the house. There was a grin on his lips as he walked inside, though it faltered when his father came to the door. He knew that his father was going to ask where he'd been, and what he'd been doing. He'd also probably quiz him about the blood on his clothes, and the few cuts and marks that he'd gotten from his visit to the Saviors outpost. He debated on whether or not to tell the truth, and figured that since he'd made it back in one piece, the truth wouldn't hurt.<br/><br/>"Look, I know that you've probably been wondering where I've been, but I've got some good news. I went to one of the Saviors outposts. I took out a bunch of their men. There's still a lot of them left, but that doesn't matter. Because of my trip there, we now have them running around and trying to cover all of their bases." A smirk came to his lips after he spoke. He was actually kind of proud of himself. He'd done a good thing by taking out some of the Saviors, and it would mean less people that were a danger to their community.