You walk through the small town, Negan at your side.
"I don't think we're going to find anything here, looks like it's been picked clean," you say.
"You're probably right, looks like it's slim fucking pickings, mayb..." he stops, turning his head to the left. "You hear that?" Negan whispers.
You hear the telltale sounds of the undead. "How many do you reckon?" You ask.
"Who gives a shit? I ain't waiting to find out, sweetheart. Come on, we'll cut through here," Negan frowns, pulling at your arm.
You walk through the woods, the sound of the dead, beginning to fade.
"Fuck i'm hungry," Negan whines.
"Hold up, i've got something in my bag," you say, stopping to rummage through it. You find some rabbit meat. "Here," you offer, holding out your hand.
Negan grabs at it greedily, cramming the entire contents in his mouth. "Thanks," he says, barely audible through his mouthful of food.
You stare at him. "I can't believe you just did that," you frown.
"Did what?" Negan asks confused, spitting out a piece as he talks.
"That was all the food we had," you point out.
Negan frowns. "Well that was fucking stupid, why didn't you bring more?" He asks, spitting food everywhere.
"You're a fucking, asshole," you say, shaking your head.
"Yeah yeah, that's what everyone tells me. Relax, sweetheart, it's not like we're gonna fucking starve," he says, rolling his eyes.
"Easy for you to say. You just ate the last of our food," you say.
Negan moves closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Look, if you're that hungry, i still got some in my teeth. Kill two birds with one fucking stone, bit of tonsil tennis," he smiles, running his tongue over his lips.
You push him away. "I don't think so," you frown, trying not to smile. "I gotta go pee, keep an eye out," you say, heading towards the bushes.
You zip your jeans up, finished relieving yourself. You take a couple of steps backwards, when Negan comes out of nowhere, grabbing at you.
"Jesus, Negan! Were you watching me?" You yell, angrily.
"You wish, sweetheart, take a look behind you," he says.
You turn around, seeing a considerable drop. A pit lies about twenty feet below you, filled with the undead. "Jesus!" You gasp, your mouth wide open. Bones are littered throughout the pit, flies buzzing at the remains of what you guess are animals. "What the hell is that?" You ask.
"It's a lion enclosure, must have been a zoo. Poor fucker's mustn't have been able to get out," Negan says.
"But that looks human," you say, pointing at some skeletal remains. "How'd that get there?" You question.
"Probably the same fucking way you nearly got there, sweetheart," Negan chuckles.
"Oh. Well thanks," you smile.
"You're fucking welcome, sweetheart. Maybe you can thank me when we get back to the sanctuary?" Negan smiles seductively.
"We'll just have to see about that," you smile, kissing him lightly.