The Saviors base was huge and bustling with life, despite the walkers at their doorstep- quite literally. They didn't seem to mind, but she did. That was utter insanity, something that she would live in fear because of.

The RV stopped and she looked around, feeling like a lost puppy. Where was this 'Negan' man? He seemed to be the leader around here and she felt comfortable with him, seeing as he had saved her from a life changing event. As if on queue he stepped into the vehicle.

"Alright buttercup, we're home. C'mon." He said almost sternly and she stood to follow him. As soon as he could see that she was behind him he began talking. "We pull our weight around here little missy. By the looks of it though, you couldn't pull a sack of potatoes. I'll let you off the hook until you gain some fat for those bones but that don't make you special." He paused as a door was opened for the two. "I was gonna go get myself some more liquor but you were screamin' up a storm in that damn garage. Gonna be walkers all over those guys soon. Hah, they deserve it." He stopped and looked at her. "Now, what's your name?"

Rebecca wasn't sure if she wanted to lie or not, but decided against it after watching a piece of Billy's brain fall out of Lucille's wire. "it's um.. Rebecca." She said, voice hoarse from the 'storm she screamed up'.

"Rebecca hmm? Damn, only other Becca I ever met had a bitchy personality." He laughed a little. "Yea, Lucille took her too. I don't really like hurting ladies, but damn, she just rubbed my damn balls the wrong way!" He leaned back on his heels with the same predatory smirk from earlier, and Rebecca frowned a little. "Hey, I won't hurt ya. You seem like a good kid-" he ruffled her messy blonde hair. "well, are you even a kid?"

"No sir, I'm thirty-four." She answered, hoping that speaking in a similar fashion to the others he spoke to would get her out of the conversation.

"You're THIRTY-FOUR? Well goddamn! I never would have guessed! Ya look twenty, honey." He said, winking before turning around. "Gideon, find her a room and take her there. And get her some clothes, maybe see if my wives can donate to this pretty lady." Without waiting for an answer, Negan walked away. The man she presumed was Gideon gently tugged on her elbow to lead her away, as if scared Negan would rip his head off for touching her the wrong way. Rebecca didn't know any better, but assumed Negan enforced bad behavior similarly to what she experienced earlier. She didn't want to get on his bad side- no, not by a long shot.

Gideon's first stop was at a room full of women. They all looked at Rebecca with pity as Gideon explained the situation and donated some clothes for her. She felt dirty, taking clothes from them, but she knew a green jacket, red flannel and white tank wouldn't be the best outfit every single day. She liked variety.

Next stop was a clean room where he opened the door for her. "Just uh... get changed and then hand me the jacket." He said, and she nodded. Rebecca didn't want to speak, frankly, and for good reason. She closed the door behind her and changed quickly into a grey longsleeve and comfortable sweatpants. It felt like neither of these things hadn't ever been worn, but it didn't surprise her. The women had been in black dresses, so they were likely in those types of clothes more often than not.

She opened the door and handed Gideon the jacket, mumbled a quick thank you and closed the door again. She was hungry but wouldn't bother asking for food; she was fucking terrified at this point. The only person who seemed trustworthy was Negan and he was busy. So why not just sleep? That seemed like her best option. So she laid on the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, closing her eyes. The exhaustion finally hit her in that exact moment, and she was out like a light.

it felt like an eternity had passed when Rebecca finally woke, only to see Negan staring down at her from where he sat on her bed. Her first instinct was to get away, and she pushed herself away.

"Jesus, you look like a deer in the headlights!" He laughed slightly and shook his head. "Anyways, I brought you some food. Made by yours truly." He winked again and handed her the plate. As she began to eat he began to pellet her with questions.

"How long were you with them?"

"Three days."

"How long were you alone before that?"

"Six months."

"Damn, you mean this while apocalypse? Where's your family?"

"My mother had vacationed to Italy with her husband and my father died of cancer when I was fifteen.

He flinched at the word cancer, which she noticed. "I see..." he mumbled. He stared at the ground momentarily before looking back up to her. "Listen, what that guy was trying to do wasn't right. But right now I'm a man short. As soon as you're up to it, I'm tossing you in the pit to see how you deal with the biters, alright?" He asked, but it was more like a 'this is what's gonna happen, and you're gonna like it' kind of sentence.

"On one condition."

"Speak up then darling."

"I wanna know why everyone is so scared of you. I mean... obviously you have no issue uh, punishing bad behavior."

"You know, you're just in time. Finish up eating. You got a weak stomach?"

"I had to skin a walker to smell just as dead as it once, so no."

"Well damn, babe, I just got the biggest hard-on."

So it turned out someone had tried flirting with one of his wives, which were the women in black.

Negan led Rebecca to a catwalk and told her to stay there as he descended the stairs to a fireplace with a man standing in front of it. "Alright buddy, you know I don't wanna do this. But Amber just happens to be mine and NOT yours, so I just have to. Gotta establish dominance over you animals." He looked around at those who had congregated.

"Why, exactly, do I implement rules?"

"To stay alive," was the unified answer that came from the crowd, and she watched, rooted to the spot.

"And when someone breaks those rules, well, there has to be a punishment so everybody knows EXACTLY WHO IS IN CHARGE!" Negan finished the sentence in a harsh shout before putting some gloves on.

"I'm sorry, man. But this is the end of your pretty boy face." He said before taking the iron from the other man. "Sorry, Bradley. Have to." He said before pressing the still red iron against the man's face. 'Bradley' screamed in agony, and Rebecca had to turn away. This... this was monstrous. Soon, the screams stopped and Bradley fell to the ground. "Doctor, check on your new patient will you? I have some business-" he looked up at her. "To attend to."

The doctor walked over as Negan climbed the stairs to get to her. "So, does that answer your question?" He asked, invading her personal space as he stood mere inches away from her and ran a finger across her jawline.

"Yea, it does." Rebecca answered, biting her tongue to hold back the rest of her comment.

"Good, go back to your room then. I'll bring you dinner later."

As she walked back towards the room, she whispered the rest of her comment.

"And you're a fucking monster."