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Jack and Jill went up the hill
It all happened so fast that everyone said they didn't know what happened, not for sure. But Hershel does. He was there, he saw it. The others saw it too but can't bring themselves to admit it.
Jack fell down and broke his crown
Negan slipped, the fall would have killed him anyway even if that rusted metal pipe hadn't gone through his gut. There was nothing anyone could do.
And Jill came tumbling after
His mom didn't fall, she jumped. Everyone kept saying she fell, but he knew and had known when she looked at him for a split second that was going to follow Negan. Because who was she without him?
He had never known a version of her without Negan even when he wasn't in their lives, the shadow of him and what he'd done was.
She didn't cry out when her body fell on his, when the metal went through her. Hershel had stopped the others going down there to stop them from putting Negan and his mom down.
Hershel wouldn't risk people. They were both were they wanted to be. Chained together in death as they had been in life.