"I can't think of any?" 
                          
"Bullshit. What did your mom use to sing you? What did ol dad play in the car?"
                          
He got up pointing the bat at Carl. 
                          
"Come on I'll do it with you okay?" I said. 
                          
"You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
                          
"Damn baby that was beautiful. Why didn't you say you could sing? Not to bad either kid." 
                          
"I think I've found my new entertainment." He said nudging Carl looking at me. 
                          
"Did your all's mother sing that to you? Where is she now?" 
                          
Neither of us said a word. I held Carl's hand tighter. 
                          
"Damn....she dead huh? Did you see it happen?"
                          
"I shot her..before it could happen." Carl said. 
                          
"Damn no wonder your a little serial killer in the making."
                          
"Come on you two get up. It's ready."
                          
"What's ready?" I asked.  
                          
"The iron." 
                          
We followed him into the lower level. He handed Carl his bat. 
                          
Daryl was there with a mop and bucket. 
                          
Negan rambled on about his precious rules. 
                          
Daryl passed a glance with Carl and I. 
We stood beside Negan as he brought a hot iron to a man's face. 
                          
Carl pulled my head into his shoulder. 
                          
"He pissed himself." Negan laughed.
                          
"Clean that up." He whispered at Daryl.  
                          
"Doc do your thing."
                          
"I hope we all learned something today. 
Some crazy shit huh.
Come on lets go figure out what to do with you." He said grabbing Carl's shoulder.
                          
"Can I cover my eye?"
                          
"No leave it I like looking at that nasty bad rad ass thing."
                          
"Why haven't you killed me yet? Or dad? Daryl? Amara? Why?"
                          
"Daryl is gona make a good soldier for me......Your dad he's getting me great stuff...Oh... Amara I might be in love kid he chuckled. Then there's you we shall see it's more fun to break you."
                          
"Your a smart kid you know I cant let you go so.....do I kill you? Iron your face? Chop your arm off? You tell me."
                          
Carl jumped up I followed behind him. 
                          
"You should jump out the window save me the trouble of killing you." 
                          
He laughed. "Now there is the kid I like.Let's go for a ride."
                          
"No princess not you." He said to me.
                          
"Your not taking him anywhere without me."
                          
"Baby your not really in a position to make demands."
                          
"I'm not just gona let you kill my brother."
                          
"Hmm. He chuckled and kissed my forehead making me cringe. 
                          
"I won't kill him baby I promise." He whispered. 
                          
"Come on Carl lets go."
                          
I pushed past him hugging Carl.
                          
"I love you please be safe." 
"I love you to." 
                          
"Fat Joey take Amara back to her room." 
I struggled watching Carl till he was out of sight. 
                          
I laid on the bed crying worrying about what had happened to Carl. 
A little while later the door bust open.
                          
Daryl? I said confused. 
                          
"Come on we're getting out of here."
                          
I grabbed his hand. 
                          
"You stay close. Whether I make it or not you get out. Do you understand me?"
                          
I shook my head. 
                          
We snuck through the halls to a door in the back. As we ran to where the bikes were parked. Fat joey stepped out. 
                          
"What the hell?" He said. 
                          
Daryl moved towards him.
                          
"Woah its cool I swear. You guys can walk right out that back gate. I wont say anything to anyone. I'm just trying to get by just like you. Please." 
                          
I moved around Daryl shoving a broken pipe into his neck repeatedly. 
                          
"Hey......Hey come on its ok."Daryl said pulling me off. 
                          
I looked up to see Paul standing beside Daryl.
                          
"Paul?"
                          
"Hey Amara it's okay."
                          
"I got the keys to one how we gona do this." Daryl asked. 
                          
"Good thing were all skinny." Paul joked. the three of us hopped on the motorcycle. Taking off for hilltop. 
                          
When we got there. We were greeted by Maggie,Sasha,Glenn and Enid. 
                          
"Go get cleaned up we'll all talk soon." Glenn said hugging me. 
                          
Paul showed Daryl and I were we could clean up. 
                          
There was an awkwardness between Daryl and I neither one of us knowing what to say. 
                          
Finally I spoke. 
                          
"Are you okay?" 
                          
"I dono are you?" 
                          
"I dono..you had it worse than I did." 
                          
"Did he..."
                          
"No...someone tried but he killed him."
                          
We didnt speak for what seemed like forever. Then he spoke. 
                          
"Amara I'm sorry about Jax. I know you cared for him he was your friend and I got him killed."
                          
"Hey Daryl look at me. You didn't do that he did. That is not on you. I don't blame you not one bit. Noone does. This is on him not you."
                          
"If I hadn't of hit him."
                          
"You hit him trying to protect me. I could never hate or blame you Daryl. I love you."
                          
He looked up."You still love me?"
                          
"Of course I do.. Do you?"
                          
"Always will."
                          
I took his face in my hands gently placing my lips on his. He wrapped me tightly in his arms. 
                          
"I missed ye."
                          
"I missed you to."
                          
We shared a shower. Nothing happening just gentle kisses. 
                          
While getting dressed we heard Maggie yelling from the gate. 
                          
We ran outside hiding behind a building incase it was the saviors looking for us. 
                          
When we saw who it was Daryl and I exchanged a glance coming from behind the building his hand in mine. 
                          
Dad catching site of us came running. 
Grabbing me both of us crying. 
                          
"Oh sweetheart." He kissed my forehead. "Are you okay?"
                          
"I'm okay daddy."
                          
"I'm so sorry Amara I should have killed him before letting him take you."
                          
"There was nothing you could do daddy it's not your fault."
                          
Michonne came over grabbing me. 
                          
Dad and Daryl hugged both with tears in their eyes. 
                          
I grabbed Carl "I was so worried about you. Did he hurt you?"
                          
"No he just took me home."
                          
Daryl handed dad his colt python. 
                          
Everyone shared a glance and a smile heading towards the house. This was the begining of our way back.