A/N/ Second chapter is here :) I know it's early days but I have big things planned and I think most of you will like where this is going, well I hope so any way :)

Chapter 2

It had been a quick ceremony for Alison to officially become Negan's seventh wife. The entire population of Sanctuary had been there to witness it and a few of the faces were shocked that their leader was marrying his prisoner but they had no doubt if she wasn't trust worthy he would not be doing it. Shortly after the necessary words had been said and it was all over Alison was shuffled immediately away to the wives quarters with the other women.

"I can see why he chose you," A bottle blonde said to Alison as they entered the living space that belonged exclusively to Negan's wives, she instantly moved over to a large decanter and poured each of the women a drink. With a sly smile she held out a glass for Alison to take. "You were his prisoner right? I can see why you accepted his offer...he can be persuasive."

Alison was not there to make friends and especially with one who seemed as untrustworthy as the woman infront of her. As far as she was concerned most of these women were just to lazy to work for their lifestyle and it was utterly ridiculous, they were no more than cheap whores. Snatching the glass from the out stretched hand, Alison knocked the dark liquid back and returned the empty glass to the blondes hand.

"Hey! We're all here for the same reason, you don't need to be a complete bitch about it!" Sara yelled indignantly, following Alison over to the leather couch ready for a fight. "Think you're special do you? You'll fuck him just like the rest of us, and you'll enjoy it aswell!"

"Sara enough!" Interjected Sherry attempting to defuse the situation before an actual fight broke out. Unlike the other wives Negan actually spoke to her about things that went on in Sanctuary and she knew exactly what Alison was capable of, the last thing she wanted to be spending her time doing was mopping blood of off all the furniture.

"She's the one with the problem Sherry, look at her miserable face! She hasn't said two words to any of-"

"I said stop Sara!" Sherry yelled louder this time, hoping Sara would finally get the idea and just leave it well alone.

With a scowl at both Alison and Sherry, Sara marched off into her bedroom followed by a few of the other wives. Sherry assumed to bitch about them but that was really the least of anyones worries, some of the women just hadn't realised the reality of what they were in. All of them were nothing more than Negan's servants, there to serve his needs when ever he required and true he never forced any of them to stay or do anything they didn't want to but they all had their own reasons for being there. Like Dwight. And if what Negan had told her was true, Alison was there to keep Lexi safe. "Ignore her, she hasn't been a wife long and I think that's just her personality." Taking a seat opposite Alison, Sherry looked at the woman properly for the first time; she was beautiful no doubt about it, and she had witnessed and heard about how firey she was but looking into her dark chocolate eyes Sherry saw something she hadn't before. Emptiness. This was a woman who clearly had nothing left in her, who had nothing outside the tall walls of Sanctuary to live for which explained entirely why she was making sacrifices for Lexi. "What did he do to you?" It came out as a whisper, she was afraid of the answer and as the dark eyes opposite her finally held her gaze she knew what had happened. "No. He doesn't believe in that. He'd never do that to a woman, he does many appalling things but not...that."

"He didn't touch me," Alison replied blankly, her eyes focusing back on the wall behind Sherry. "His men however...he let them make a good attempt before he stopped them."

Sherry was shocked into silence. This was unheard of in Sanctuary, all the women knew rape was punishable by death and Negan despised it and anyone who even attempted it. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," Alison interupted, not wanting to continue the conversation any further. He'd stopped his men before anything too bad could happen but that didn't remove the fact he had told them they could. "He fucks you all huh? What is there like a dart board with all your faces on? Or is it like an all you can eat buffet, he comes back for more of what ever he fancies?"

"It varies. He will call on who he wants, some of the girls go in together. But if you don't want to he won't force you to." Sherry felt like a fool saying the words after what Negan had let happen to Alison, and everytime a new wife came along and asked how it all worked she felt the last drops of self respect disappear. "Why are you doing this for Lexi? Did you know her?"

"Nope." Alison said shortly. "The second he caught me I was as good as dead, didn't make sense to take her down with me." Her eyes pierced into Sherry, making the other woman shift uncomfortably. "Why are you here?"

Sherry lengthened her spine in diffense, she hated speaking about why she was Negan's wife and the other women knew never to bring it up. "That doesn't matter, it's been a long time."

Alison laughed darkly, not in the slightest bit surprised by Sherry's answer. It was funny how people were keen to know all about her but never wanted to share any of their own dark secrets and twisted reasonings behind the actions they took. "Keep that blonde one away from me." Shutting the discussion down, Alison rose from the couch and pulled the dress she'd been forced to wear for the ceremony over her head. It was something Alison would never have chosen to wear even before the apocalypse, it was unbearably short and tight which was not her style at all. "Where are my clothes?" When she'd been taken off to get ready for the marriage the clothes she'd been wearing had been taken from her.

"We have to wear what ever is supplied here for us. Black dresses mainly."

The door clicking open and shut drew the attention of all the women in the room; their leader and husband stood proudly with a smirk on his face, espresso eyes fixed on Alison's bare skin. "Well shit Ali, couldn't wait for tonight huh?"

Alison felt the bile rise up her throat at Negan's words. "My clothes. I want my clothes." She refused to cover her body, there was no way she was making herself appear in away weak or inferior to him.

"With a body like that you'll be lucky if I let you wear any fucking clothes at all." His grin spread wolfishly as he closed the distance between him and Alison. "I'm kinda glad Lex did a runner now, would have never got a chance to sample you otherwise."

None of Negan's wives had ever struck him and they would never even dream of doing it, the tension that filled the silent room could have been cut with a knife. The crack the slap had let off had drawn Sara and the others from the bedroom and they all watched on dumbstruck.

"I would rather fuck that door nob than you." Alison hissed venomously, the slap had been on instinct she'd never let any man speak to her that way regardless of who they were.

"Negan," Said Sherry meekly. "Please don't." This was unchartered territory for her and the other wives, none of them had ever done more than raise their voice at him and Sherry had only ever witnessed Lexi hit him and she had always ended up worse off.

"No Sher-bear she needs to fucking learn." Negan all but growled. "Listen up Austrailia, you want to keep that fucking junkie safe then you're my damn wife. A wife has certain duties, take it or fucking leave it!"

Every internal impulse told Alison to kill the man infront of her, her entire being longed for him to be dead but this wasn't the time or place for that to happen. She was in for the long haul and it was a waiting game, until she knew Lexi was far away she was going to do nothing too radical. "Just get me my clothes." If she'd learnt anything from Shane's temper it was that dismissing someone and acting like you hadn't even heard what they said bothered them more than if you retaliated with a cutting comment. "Sherry until my clothes are returned to me, do you have anything that doesn't make me look like a cheap Miami hooker?" Alison could feel the rage from being ignored practically radiating from Negan and she couldn't have been more happy. It was becoming more and more clear to her that women didn't stand up to him, well was he in for one hell of a surprise.

A sinister laugh rumbled from deep inside Negan's chest, he loved a challenge and he'd mistakenly thought that when Alison agreed to become his wife that she was going to be exactly like the rest of them. He much prefered it this was, breaking people was his favourite hobby. "I'll be seeing you tonight Ali."

As the door shut behind Negan all of the wives turned to look at Alison in disbelief. They all gawped at her, unable to form coherent sentences; Alison was rocking their steady ship, each of them knew how to behave and act and did so accordingly and it made all of their lives a little easier. Sara stepped forwards taking it upon herself to speak for the others. "If this has repurcusions for the rest of us, I'd suggest sleeping with one eye open."

The tiny piece of self restraint that had been holding Alison back snapped. Leaning down to the glass coffee table she took the decanter in her hand and brought it across Sara's face with such strength that she was knocked clean of her feet. Blood sprayed from the many cuts the shattering glass had made, the other wives screamed and scuttled back from Alison afraid. "If your eyes are still even in your fucking head, I'd suggest sleeping with yours open."

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After the incident with Sara, Alison had been segregated to Negan's living quarters. Dwight had deemed her too volatile to stay with the wives and with them all scared half to death he's done what he thought was the right choice and sent her to wait for Negan in his living space, then he could punish her how he saw fit.

Alison had lounged about for most of the evening on one of the comfy leather couches in Negan's living area, there was a full bookcase in the room so after about an hour of sitting wondering what to do with herself she'd picked one up and began to read it. It seemed to Alison that everything in Negan's life mirrored his personality, the way he decorated, the way he made people act it was all so narcissistic. She was really beginning to question Lexi's choice in men, if this was her ideal man ,regardless of his willingness to murder, she really needed help.

"Hotness," Negan announced on his return to his quarters. "I hear you've been a fucking naughty girl." His voice danced with humour as he placed Lucille down against the wall and then sat in a plush arm chair. "Dwight tells me you fucking mamed Sara with a fucking whiskey decanter!"

Over the top of her book Alison could see Negan looked almost pleased by what she'd done, not the reaction she'd been expecting at all. "Why you want her for a wife is beyond me."

"Don't judge Ali, that woman is top-fucking-notch in the sack." Again he laughed as Alison's eyes rolled dramatically. "You fucking asked darlin'."

"So, shall we get on with it." Alison stood from the couch and peeled the dress Sherry had lent her off and dropped it onto the floor. "Let's make one thing clear here Negan I am not here because I'm some twenty-two year old girl who's been taken in by your charm and good looks-"

"Good looks huh?"

"Can you shut up for two seconds," Alison admonished at his interuption. "So where are we doing this?"

Negan thought himself to be a very blunt man but the woman infront of him was giving him a run for his money. Quirking his head back he signalled her over to the door which led to his bedroom. "Get that hot ass in there," Before Alison could make it past him though he grabbed her arm and yanked her down onto his lap. "You can tell me after who you hate more for you enjoying this. Me or you."