Negan chuckled, "No, it's the time." Two of his men grabbed her and pushed her down the hall. She rolled her eyes and shook them off.

"I can walk guys, thanks."

One of the men handed Negan his baseball bat, then they both walked out of earshot, but still close enough to see if they were needed.

"So, no family around?" Negan swung the bat around a little as he talked.

"Already told you I'm alone." She folded her arms across her chest and seemed genuinely indifferent to the situation.

"Alright, well we've got a place with plenty of food. You can have anything you want."

"Right now, what I want is to make sure that man doesn't die."

Negan stopped for a moment, then grinned again. "He'll be fine. As I was saying, you can have anything you want, all you have to do is be my wife."

She laughed, like it was the most hysterical thing she'd ever heard. Negan leaned on his bat and waited for her to stop laughing. Time to change tactics.

"You know, it would be a shame if you never made it out of here…"

To Negan's surprise, she just shrugged, totally indifferent again, "It wouldn't really. I'm just roaming around out there anyway."

Negan was thrown for a loop. Bribery and threats weren't getting him anywhere.

"So is this what you do? Threaten women and then rape them?"

Negan shook his head, "All of my wives said yes."

She raised an eyebrow, "But under duress. None of them actually wanted to be with you, right? See, that's still rape."

The grin finally fell from Negan's face. "I don't rape women." He took a threatening step forward, but she held her ground, still appearing totally unimpressed by the situation.

"Yeah you do." Negan saw a small smirk grace her lips. Was she actually trying to anger him? Then Negan realized something; this woman wanted to die, at least on some level. He took a breath to calm himself and took a step back, so that they were a normal distance apart again.

"Ok, so, no family, don't care if you die, don't want to live in luxury… But there has to be something that you want."

She thought for a minute, then smiled a little.

"Well, I'm not a prostitute, and I'm not sleeping with you for anything, but maybe we can agree to something."

"What do you have in mind sweetheart?"

"We can have a date once a week, no sex involved. Maybe you'll grow on me, who knows."

This was a ridiculous deal. Negan knew that he should take her back and lock her up until she agreed to be his wife, but somehow he doubted that it would ever work on this woman. "And what do you want in return?"

"The hospital, and the people and resources to run it. And I want your men to bring me patients if they find anyone or if anyone else in your group gets sick."

Negan raised an eyebrow, "So basically you want to work?"

"I want there to be a point to this. Right now it makes no difference if I'm dead or alive; it used to."

Negan thought about it. He should say no. He knew it. But he couldn't. He nodded, "You got yourself a deal."

Her body language changed instantly. She uncrossed her arms, her face lit up, and she looked impossibly more beautiful. And in the pit of his stomach Negan knew he was screwed because he would never be able to say no to this woman. But when she held out a hand to shake on it, it took it in both of his hands and shook.