Eugene knew he'd never forget the terror of being at the Sanctuary. Despite the surprisingly warm welcome, he was still in enemy territory. It's not like Eugene had a choice, though. He knew his own strength-or rather lack of it-and knew he'd never be able to fight his way out. They said he was one of them, but it still didn't feel right. No matter how many times he said he was Negan, there was still that fear that he could be eaten by the wolves that surrounded him. He was Negan, yes, of course, he was Negan. He couldn't be anybody else.

But oh god Negan; He was the source blood of Eugene's fear. Eugene was terrified of Negan, to say the least. He had watched him smash two of his friends' heads into a bloody mess for god's sake. Just thinking of that night made him shudder. Sometimes he got so wrapped up thinking about it, he would vomit. That was the scariest moment of his life, and every time he saw Negan, that's all he could think of. And he didn't see this changing anytime soon.

Eugene sat anxiously in his room contemplating these circumstances. He was here in Negan's home basically and lived every day in constant fear. Eugene was able to find the silver lining though: Negan was right. Rick didn't have him doing valuable things in Alexandria. He felt like a burden in Alexandria. He felt like just another mouth to feed. He was miserable. At the Sanctuary, however, he felt like he was a part of something. Overlooking the fact that his boss basically owns him, being at the Sanctuary is a hell of a lot better than being at Alexandria. And maybe Negan wasn't as bad as he thought.

A knock at the door yanked him away from his thoughts. It was probably for the best, he thought. Eugene got up from his seat and opened the door. It was Laura.

"Negan wants you," She said, leaning on the doorframe. "He said it's urgent."

"U-urgent?" Eugene asked. What the hell could Negan want him for that's urgent?

"Yeah, haircut, that means get your ass to him," Laura said. Eugene nodded then headed out to the usual meeting room. Sure enough, Negan was in there with his legs propped up on the table and Lucille in his lap.

"Hey smarty-pants," Negan began. "Sit down, don't be shy." Eugene sat down in a chair two seats away from Negan without saying a word.

"Hey I don't bite," Negan chuckled. "Lucille does, but I'm not gonna let her."

"S-sorry sir," Eugene said and swallowed. Negan shook his head.

"Why are you so goddamn scared all the time?" Negan took his legs off the table and leaned towards Eugene. Eugene just stared back at Negan. Negan then looked at Eugene seriously.

"Look," Negan said. "You don't have to be scared here. I'm not going to hurt you and no one else will. All you have to do is remember who you are."

"A-and I'm N-negan," Eugene said quickly. Negan laughed.

"Of course you are. You're one of the most devoted people on my team, I must say." Negan smiled at Eugene, but Eugene stayed stone-faced.

"I-if you don't mind me asking sir," Eugene said. "Why did you request to see me?" Negan sat back in his chair and left Lucille on the table in front of him.

"Just wanted to check in. Make sure everyone's treating you right." Negan said. That's what was urgent? Eugene thought. He found it in his best interest, though, not to question it.

"Yes, I'm h-having a swell time at your establishment."

"Good, good. Just let me know if you have any trouble." Negan still saw that undeniable fear in Eugene's eyes. "Would you stop being so scared? I'm being as friendly as I can here, Eugene, cut me some slack." For whatever reason, this made Eugene even more frightened. His eyes started to well with tears.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I'm gonna go-" Eugene said.

"You go when I say you can go." Negan said sternly. Eugene blinked a few times at Negan and Negan sighed.

"You've been here for almost a week, I thought you'd be more comfortable here by now," Negan said. "You have no reason to be scared, I promise."

"O-okay," Eugene said after swallowing a large lump that seemed to develop in his throat. He supposed Negan was right.

"God it must be exhausting to be that scared all the time," Negan said and stood up. He walked over to Eugene and stuck out his pinky. "Pinky promise I won't hurt ya. Unless of course, you try to pull some shit behind my back. In that case, I'll hurt ya real bad." Eugene hesitantly put his pinky in Negan's. Negan shook his pinky and the promise was done.

"Now you may go crybaby," Negan said. Eugene left quickly without a word and cried silently all the way back to his room.