Note: I'm not fully caught up on the comics and most of what I know is just general information. This is just for fun so I apologize if it's not very accurate.
The bed wasn't glamorous. Then again, neither was the room itself. The wallpaper peeled down like old banana peels. Stains, either mold or old remnants of blood, stained the once white carpet, now the color of old socks. The bed, upon which a half naked Adelia rested, looked to be in about the same condition. An off colored mattress rested above a broken box frame. A single, thin blanket with holes covered the lower half of her body.
She rolled onto her side, her arms dangling off the edge of the bed. Her blue eyes watched the man in front of her as he zipped up his pants. Negan; the latest psycho to walk into her life. Steadily, her gaze trailed up his naked torso and to his face. "Not bad," he shot her a grin. "For a first time." She almost rolled her eyes, taking his jovial tone as a mockery.
Two weeks ago, he killed her best friend right next to her. He smashed her head in without remorse. The feeling of blood and other matter still resonated with the nerves in her face and her arm. Two weeks ago, she thought she could sink no lower than she already had. Now, as she lay in bed watching the man as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it on over his head, she knew she had slid even lower down the chasm of this hell. The rest of her group didn't even know where she was; she couldn't even bear to tell them the truth.
"Don't give me that look, baby doll," the man purred. He turned to face her; his jacket now successfully zipped up as well. "You should at least be smiling." Adelia pushed the corners of her lips up, her eyes lacking the shine of a true smile. She pushed herself up into a sitting position. Reaching for the end of the bed, her fingers barely managed to grab onto her shirt.
"It's the end of the fucking world and you're moping over your decisions to have some fucking fun," he continued. She glanced to him before sliding her head through the top of the shirt and pushing her arms through the holes.
"You bashed my friend's head in," she stated, mentally cringing at the soft tone of her voice. Her best friend used to accuse her of having no backbone.
"When things get tough, Addy, you're always the meekest of the group," she accused. Adelia's shoulders dropped and she looked to the faded blue blanket that covered her legs. Even now, she should be sitting in the camp with the others, trying to figure out how to get out from under this asshole. Yet she was sleeping with him instead. She found a way to sneak off with him, lose her virginity before the cruel world took her life instead.
"Yeah," he responded, a grin spreading across his face again. "I did." She looked up at him again. It wasn't strange for someone to show no remorse in this world, but it still took her by surprise. His lack of it made him feel more criminal than anyone else she knew in the world. She looked away again. Her lie to her group was that she was going to get supplies; heading back empty handed wouldn't look good.
"Hey," he called out. "Look over here." She looked up and back to him. "It's those people that got you here," he stated. He stepped closer. "Now, I'm not saying you wouldn't have gotten yourself into this anyway, probably would have, all things considered, but they're the ones that dragged you here." She glanced away again. "It was that bitch that stole our shit. They're the ones that defended her."
"But…" she started but stopped when she felt his fingers on her chin. He repositioned her face to look at him again, his signature grin showing his teeth.
"People like that are always gonna get you into a pile of shit. Might as well have some fun with it," he stated. He closed the distance between their faces and planted a kiss on her lips. It was only a shadow of the ravenous kisses from earlier, the ones that left her drenched in shame and regret and naked under the blanket. He broke the kiss, passing her a wink before heading to the door. "Maybe we'll do this again some time." He slipped outside, the door closing behind him.
She let out a sigh, turning in her seat so her legs hung over the edge of the bed. Her shoulders slumped. It was the first time she felt her surroundings reflected the way she felt inside. She leaned over, grabbing her pants from the floor and glanced to the door again. Time to actually get supplies.