May 7th, 2012 (Day 622)
Bit of a long one, soz
Negan takes Amaya to his apartment where he orders her to sit across from him. “ I want to get to know you a little better, Amaya.”. He goes on to say how when he first saw her out in that line up, he thought she was just some scared, weak, “Damsel-in-distress-shit” little girl but now she seemed Fearless, resilient, almost heroic. “It suits you!” He smirks, leaning forward. “I’ll tell you something, out of everyone I had kneeling that night, I did not expect you, to be the one to seek revenge first, but I am not disappointed!”
Fat Joseph stops by Negan's apartment to give him Lucille, which Negan left by the cargo truck. “Seriously? I never do that.“ After laughing along with Negan's jokes on how he treated Lucille, he dismisses Joey harshly. Negan goes on to ask Amaya questions about herself, wanting to know more about her, who she was before the end of the world, who she was now. She deadpans most of her answers. He then goes on to ask her “What do you like to do for fun? You like music?” Pacing back and forth while swinging Lucille too and throw, he commands her to sing to him. “You mowed down four of my men with a machine gun. I want something in return for that. So start singing!” She reluctantly does as commanded
♬ Shadows settle on the place that you left, Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time, From the perfect start to the finish line.
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong,
The lovers that went wrong. ♬
“ Did you write that or something?” He asks, stunned by her angelic voice. “Use to be in a band.” Negan chuckles at her reply, perching on the armrest of his chair. “Of course you were.” She goes on to meekly explain that the song was inspired by her adoption, about her biological parents and how things clearly didn’t work out for them. That piece of information leaves a bitter lump in Negans throat. “Adopted huh? Were you very young at the time.” “Just a baby, was born on the twelfth of July, adopted about a week later.” That date had been burned in Negans mind since he read it just over a year ago. He swallows the lump in his throat and pushes himself to continue on. “Yeah well… life’s shit sometimes.” “Yep.”