"Well then I'll see you tomorrow. Wife."

He practically skipped down the hall, an eager desire for the sun to go down coursing through his veins. He had actually done it. He had succeeded in getting Lilliana, the most scrumptious and positively delicious women, to be his wife. It was like a dream come true; that in just a couple more hours he would have a new woman to have and to hold, along with his four other ones. He stopped in his tracks, a frown coming over his face. He'd completely forgotten and neglected his other wives and that was just not okay.

He pulled out his walkie and pressed the button on the side before speaking into it, "Simon get some drinks ready. Fuck get some guys too were gonna do a little celebrating. I just got me a new wife." He diverted his course from his room to the wives' area with intent to give them a little talk. He entered the room without knocking, as they should always be expecting and ready for him to enter. Amber and Frankie were sitting on the couch speaking a hushed whisper, while Sherry and Amber were sitting at the bar nursing a glass of whisky on the rocks.

"Front and center ladies. I gotta have a talk with ya'll." They all looked at each other before slowly standing in a single file line in front of Negan. He smiled at their obedience.

"Now ladies, I know I have been neglecting my duties with all you and I apologize from the deepest depths of my heart. And I have some exciting news for you all." They all perked up, suddenly interested, " You are all getting a new girly in here tomorrow and whoever can guess her name gets a prize from me. Any guesses?" A distraught look overcame Sherry's face while the rest of the girls looked oblivious.

He scoffed aloud, "I didn't think ya'll were that stupid" He paused, throwing a pointed look at Frankie's dumbstruck face, "Well at least not all of ya'll were dumb. It's fuckin Lilliana!" All of their eyebrows rose and Negan let out a deep gut-wrenching laugh. They let out nervous laughs until Negan went silent, his eyes becoming dark and hard. "Now I know that all of you will treat her with the fucking goddam respect she so motherfucking deserves…or else I will be forced to deal with you. And I just know Amber wouldn't want anything to happen to the other side of Mark's face? Hmm?"

Amber let out a tearful breath as the rest of the girls nodded eagerly, not exactly eager to bring on any part of Negan's wrath. He smiled once more, his eyes shinning with mirth before he spoke once more, " Will you ladies give Sherry and I some privacy?' All the women, minus Sherry, practically bolted from the main room of their living space, leaving two bodies in their wake.

Sherry stood as rigid as a board, dreading what Negan wanted to talk to her about. He sighed deeply and arched his back, "Sherry Sherry Sherry… You know I care about you and I know I can trust you. Right? Because I've got something I'm just itchin to get off my chest."

Sherry threw Negan a dark look but let him continue. "You know once she gets here… that you and the other girls time here will be coming to an end." Sherry inhaled a deep shuddering breath, a word of protest stuck in her throat. " Shit you should be happy. Why you get to go back to ol' pencil dick Dwight and Amber can go back to Mark and it's all sunshine and daisies for everyone…"

"And I, the handsome devil, gets to bone the lady of my dreams. Now doesn't that just sound magical?"

"So we'll have to get jobs again so you can fuck another wh-"

His finger shot out to press against her cherry red lips. "You will watch the way to speak to me and you will speak about her with respect or I will make your life, and Dwight's, worse than it already is and I know you don't want that." Sherry, tears forming her chocolate orbs, nodded. " And because I am a kind man I will not make you ladies get jobs. So you'll have to perks of being a wife just ya can't ride my dick anymore. Hope you can live with that."

"I'll get by just fine." Negan smiled big at her and sighed. "Now this stays between you and me okay? I don't need them knowing until I want them to know." She didn't nod, but he knew he got the message across. He looked over her shoulder and eyed the bar. He'd completely forgotten about Simon and the booze he had waiting for him.

"Are you thirsty? I can get you a shot or something… extra spicy…" He rolled his hips; ignoring the look Sherry was giving him. She shook her head and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well I'm gonna go get me a drink!"

He sauntered out of the rom, leaving a sulking Sherry in the dust. He walked to the downstairs guy room, well only guys really hung out in there, ready for booze and a talk with Simon.

A shallow brightness stung the beady red eyes of Negan, a groan emitting from his dried out lips as the effects of a hangover began to take place. He sat up from the sunken in couch he had been previously sleeping in. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked around the room, an amused smile over taking his tired face. A good five Saviors were still asleep on the various couches and chairs spread throughout the room. He groaned as he stood up, his sore muscles protesting the idea of leaving the worn out couch.

He stood, shakily, and made his way to Simon, kicking him a few times to wake him up. When he didn't show signs of rising he trudged to the water bottle reserve in the room to retrieve a cool bottle. He walked back to Simon and poured it on the bearded mans face, effectively waking him up. He sputtered and stood, soaking wet with an angry glare.

"I tried the nice way." Negan shrugged and planned to head out to see his new girl but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. " I'd try and sober up first. Don't make a bad impression as of being a drunk to her. Go eat something first. She isn't going anywhere."

He thought to himself for a moment, and then nodded. He would need to brush his teeth, change from the booze smelling clothes and get a bite to eat. Then he could pay his lady a visit and help move her things into the wives' quarters. He sauntered out of the room and made haste in making himself more presentable. Once he reached the cafeteria his eyes searched for Lillian's slim petite form. But he only saw bodies dressed in drab clothes eating only what their minuscule points could afford.

Walking past the lines of grey dull tables and not the face he wanted to see was a pretty big disappointment. "Al, give me one cup black and two pieces of toast. Pronto." The teen, Al, nodded shakily and with lightening speed produced one cup of black coffee and two pieces of crisp toast. Negan took it and walked to a lone table, scarfing down his food with intent. As he was chewing he looked around the room, scanning faces of new and old residents of Sanctuary. As he scanned he spotted a face he can assure he'd never seen before. He looked around twenty, black hair, mostly covered in dark clothes, hunched over his meal and alone at his table. Anger ran through Negan's body. No one snuck into Sanctuary on his watch. He grabbed his cup of Joe and walked to the table holding the loner.

Eyes tracked his long strides and watched as he walked to the grey lunch table. He plopped down next to the teen and waited for him to quiver in fear, or at least speak up first. But after one minute of silence, Negan spoke first in a quiet voice.

"Who the fuck are you? And how did you get in here?" He received no answer and started to become angry. Before he could ask again he heard a response so quiet he couldn't hear it. "Speak up kid we ain't got all day."

"I'm a friend."

Negan made a face at the deepness of the kids voice and the overall timber of his words. " The fuck do you mean kid I'm pretty sure we ain't ever braided each others hair…" The kid turned his head slowly to look at Negan, and well he almost shit his pants. The kid's eyes were black. Like just pure black and Negan could practically feel it in his soul. The kid leaned forward.

You need me

Except the voice didn't come from the kids mouth, but Negan heard it in his head. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" When he received no response once more, just an insanely freaky smile, Negan readied himself to beat the shit out of the kid.

"…egan, Negan, Negan!"

Simons voice ran through his head and he looked over at the worried face of his second hand man. Simon was holding a tray of his own breakfast and seated himself next to Negan. He had a worried look on his face, his large mustache covering the frown on his face. "The fuck you want man I'm trying to interrogate this little freak here and you're making me loose my cool." Simon looked over Negan's shoulder and then back to the man in front of him.

"There's no one there man."

Negan's brows shot up and he nearly got whiplash from how fast his head snapped. The spot next to him was empty of the freak kid and his eyes searched the room to see if he had sped off when Negan had turned his head. "Man you're scaring me. I came in and you were just talking to yourself… Are you feelin alright? Maybe you should go see Lil and get your sanity back…" Simon took a huge gulp of his coffee and tracked Negan's long strides out of the cafeteria. He shrugged and took a bite of slightly burnt toast. When he had entered the cafeteria he had followed everyone's eyes to Negan, who was sitting alone at a table looking like he was talking to some invisible person next to him. Simon sighed, Negan needed a goddam break.

Negan practically ran to Lilliana's room and eagerly knocked on her door, knowing she would find it rude if he were to just enter without her permission. When he received no reply he knocked again, thinking she could be asleep. He received no reply once again and he started to become scared. Well he could just apologize for entering when he saw he lovely face. He grabbed the doorknob and slowly pushed it open, ready to see his bedridden beauty. But no one was there. The bed was made and the possessions he knew she kept at the side of her bed were gone. Her bag that he had gifted to her a few months after her stay at Sanctuary was also gone. Everything that made the room hers was gone.

She was gone.

Red covered his vision and an agonized scream left his chapped lips. He gripped his hair so tight he could've ripped off his whole scalp. Another scream left his lips when he realized he would never see her again. He stood and ran from the room, going to his desk and gripping Lucille; it almost felt like an extension of his own arm. Someone had informed Simon of the screams coming from that room and they ran in to each other on the way back to Lilliana's room.

"What's wrong Boss? Josh heard screams please tell me she ain't dead please not that…"

"Who was on the gate watch yesterday?" Negan said these words this anger and contempt. Simon blanched and the realization hit him. "Alex and Fredrick. But Alex is just a kid Negan…"

"Find them and take them outside."

Simon nodded and left to search for the two guilty Sanctuary members. Negan walked outside, the only noise in the long quiet hallway was the metal of his boots. He walked into the heat outside and nearly laughed at the sight of all of the weak people who were kneeling for him. They would witness something gruesome today. Simon came a few moments later, dragging the two men by the arm and throwing them in front of Negan. Alex groaned and stood, dusting himself off, and Fredrick simply got on his knees. Negan nodded at the man's obedience, but nothing could save him from his fate.

"Who are you Freddy boy?"

"I am Negan."

The gunshot ringing in everyone's ears wasn't what caught the people's attention, but the gaping bullet wound in Fredrick's head, blood now pouring down his face. His body fell forward at Negan's feet and only then did Alex understand what his fate was. He didn't even try and run, instead just choosing to get on his knees and face his end. He muttered a prayer and let a few tears drip down his face. Negan put away his gun and pressed Lucille against the kids scalp, letting the barbed wire dig into his soft mousey brown hair a bit. "Did you see anyone leave last night Alex?" Negan asked in a deep monotone voice. Alex shook his head and winced when Lucille dug in a little bit more. Negan sighed Negan sighed and took Lucille of the kids head, and few stray hairs managing to attach themselves to the wire.

"Negan I swear I didn't see anyone last night please I swear…please." Negan looked at the sun and spoke in a grave tone.

"I wish I believed you."

He brought Lucille down on Alex's head and didn't even step back when blood shot out onto the edge of Negan's shirt. Lucille had broken the skull of the boy's head and Alex could barely keep his head up, and could barely form a few words. But Negan wanted the kid to die, so he kept hitting him until his head was a pile of crimson mush in front of his feet, the body still twitching. Negan took deep breaths and walked back into the fortress of Sanctuary, not having to tell Simon to get rid of the bodies.

He went to his room and put down Lucille, the blood dripping down her wooden skin. He would have to clean her later. He took off his bloody shirt and dropped it on the ground, deciding to keep his pants on. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands, the realization that he had killed two guys setting in. But the normal guilt he would have felt was gone, for anyone who had helped in her escape was to blame. Anyone who had driven her away had caused this. And one name came to his mind.

Karen

Her threatening manner and obsessive nature had driven Negan to ironing her in the first place. She would have to pay.

Karen wasn't happy. Not anymore. She was now worker No. 378, her name no longer having any importance. She was a part of Sanitation and housekeeping, meaning her life had been a living hell since Negan had burnt her face. And everyone knew who she was and who she used to be. Everyone stared at her scars and she had no authority to tell anyone to look away. She had made no friends, and had no interests in making allies. These people were under her.

A knock at her door brought her out of her inner turmoil and she opened the door, ready to tell off whoever was on the other side. Her green eyes connected with the chocolate orbs of Negan and she ran from the door, hiding in the corner of her room from the man who had melted half of her lovely face. She hid her face and almost cried when she heard him close the door and walk over to her hunched form. She outright cried when she felt his body loom over hers. He put his hand on her shoulder and she let out a yelp of fear. He chuckled and gripped her bicep, picking her up and pushing her against the wall.

"Hey Hey now, I just wanna talk. Well, that's probably not all were gonna be doin if ya get my drift…" She stopped crying at his words and her brows furrowed. " I may have realized how wrong I was to do that to your face and I left my girl for you. I don't need her. We don't need her Karen. Though I am willing to give you other things. I have missed this tight little pussy. And your hot mouth around my cock… What do you say?"

She thought for a moment and a sultry smile came over her lips. She leaned forward and kissed his warm lips, her hand going to grip his leather jacket while his hands gripped her small hips. She groaned as his tongue mapped out her mouth and whined when his mouth left hers.

"Knees. Now"

She eagerly dropped and helped him undo his belt buckle, unzipping his pants and pulling out his warm hard cock. She lightly kitten licked the leaking tip of his cock and loved the taste of his salty pre-come. She gripped his cock hard and licked her lips before taking him to the back of her throat, a good amount of his cock still in her hands. She bobbed her head back and forth, drool spilling out the sides of her stretched mouth and her hand working to jack off the rest of his cock. He gripped the back of her head and forced his cock farther down her throat, grunting at the vice around his cock. Her throat was quiet small, but he would not be stopping anytime soon.

He rutted in and out, enjoying the wild look on her face as he forced more and more cock into her warm crevice. When he felt himself cumming he surged forward and pushed her head into his pelvis, his hips stuttering as cum went down into her belly. When he felt the shocks stop he let her go, letting her fall onto the ground to try and catch her breathe.

Spit was stuck to her chin and a few splits of cum were on her lips, not all of it having made its way down her throat. Her hair was mussed and her head was slightly swimming. He leaned down and gripped her bicep and held her in front of him. "You ready for round two?" She nodded eagerly and he made quick work of her clothes, leaving her bare in front of him, tits and pussy on display. He let go of her and she shakily made her way to her small bed, knowing what Negan wanted next, and she was willing to give. She hadn't been fucked in ages.

Negan didn't bother taking of his clothes. He got on his knees on the bed and put her legs on his shoulders, leaving her peach fuzz pussy on display. He would normally love to make a meal out of pussy but he wasn't looking to give her pleasure today. He shoved two fingers in her, not even fazed at finding her pussy dripping wet. She wouldn't need any prep.

He pulled his fingers out and lined his wet cock up with her sopping entrance. He surged forward and she nearly yelled. He didn't give her time to adjust, merely pulling out and slamming back in, eager to set a brutal pace. She babbled incoherent words and drool dripped out of the side of her mouth and Negan set a pace her body couldn't keep up with. He reached down and pitched one of her fat pert nipples and a whined moan left her throat. His hand trailed up to her petite neck and her gripped it, anchoring himself above her. He continued for some time, his hand occasionally drifting from her neck to her clit, then back to her neck. When he felt his release approach and her pussy start to quiver around his cock, he gripped her neck tighter, wanting to get her attention.

They locked eyes and when Negan tightened his hand once more, and didn't stop. He was now gripping her neck so hard she was losing air, and that that's just what he wanted. His hips stopped moving, and he jut held his cock in her pussy as he chocked her fragile neck. By now her hands had reached up to try and push him off of her weak body, but she was weak to a man like Negan. Black spots were starting to come into her sight and she knew this was the end. She saw the hatred on his face and the rage in his eyes and knew he wasn't going to stop. Her thoughts drifted to a time before this hell that had been her life, and she died with a smile on her face.

Negan felt when she died, a smile on her blue tinted lips. Even after her body stopped shaking he didn't stop squeezing her bruised neck. He shook her limp dead body and let go, pulling his cock from her dead pussy. He stood and put his limp cock back into his pants, pulling out his walkie.

"Karens dead. Send someone now to clean up the body."

He gave one lat look to her smiling face and left the room, making sure to close the door behind him.

The first couple of months were the worst. He got rid of his wives, not telling them what he had done to Karen; though he knew Sherry saw right through him. And for that, her and Dwight were not allowed together, a simple show of power for the lovely couple.

He was harder on everyone, not exactly killing at the drop of a hat but he was not lenient with his people. The stress on Negan's head was intense at times and some days he would just go into Lilliana's old room and sit on the bed, somehow feeling closer to her. He would hold her pillow and lay at night praying that she was okay. He knew she was alive, that was a fact. But he just didn't know where or how.

And the stress with being a benevolent leader was tiring. A few days ago, one of their outposts had been decimated, and that just pissed Negan the fuck off. He didn't like people killing his people, and now he would have to go out to kill more people. Not fucking fun. He was cleaning Lucille while Simon was giving him a rundown of what they know about this gang of shit heads who had killed Timmy and the dick brigade.

"I warned the leader, Rick or Ron or something, and he's a hard headed shit I'll tell ya that much. Talked to me like he was smarter than me, knew better than me. He had a couple people with him and they're just as dumb as him. I say we take em' all out. Just like they did to us."

Negan thought for a moment. "Now Simon, we can't just go around killin people, we gotta have some order. And order is what I'm going to give them. Now you're gonna get as many of them as you can and round em up for em, you know what I like. Were gonna teach those prick heads a mother fucking lesson."

Simon nodded eagerly. "Be ready boss. We'll get the RV ready and we'll get em tonight. They can meet the man." Simon chuckled and walked out of Negan's room, eager to fuck with these new people and teach em a lesson.

Negan stood up, putting Lucille on his desk and walked to the closet, putting on a fresh white shirt. He eyed himself in the mirror, noticing that he looked much tired than he had when she was here. But that was that past. This was him now. He threw on his leather jacket and gave himself a once over. He picked up Lucille and put her over his shoulder, and walked out of his room; ready to teach some fuckers what it truly meant when you fucked with Negan.