You remain in the back of the truck with Jesus and Carl, listening to the Saviors talk amongst one another. It was sad that the human population had come to this. They should be fighting together not against one another.

"Okay, we should jump out now. They're slowing down so we wouldn't be hurt too badly," Jesus says.

You and Carl look at one another and then back to Jesus. There was no way that Carl was going to be the one staying on this truck.

"Show me how it's done, Jesus. I'll follow behind you." Carl says. Jesus expertly jumps out of the truck without the Saviors knowing.

"Your turn, Carl. Go now." He shakes his head and you tighten your jaw. You knew he was going to stand his ground – he was just as stubborn as his father. "Carl, please. I'll follow suit. We're wasting time. Go."

He takes a deep breath and jumps out, running stealthily to Jesus. You walk to the edge of the truck to look at them. You give Carl a small smile before turning back to hide at the back of the truck behind the many boxes of supplies.

Once the truck comes to a stop, you grab a machine gun and hold it against yourself firmly. One man climbs into the back and grabs the box of alcohol which shatters to the ground – huh, Jesus must have done that.

"The hell – ?!"

His eyes meet yours and instantly, you raise your gun and instantly pull the trigger without hesitation.

You climb out of your hiding spot to raise your gun at the men standing before the truck. They look terrified and their hands were raised in the air – you felt powerful.

"Stay back! Drop your weapons! I only want Negan! He killed my friends… No one else needs to die…" You yell, continuing to aim your gun at each and every man standing before you. A few of them let their eyes rake over you and you instantly roll your eyes. They probably weren't expecting a woman to threaten them, no less Negan.

You begin to hear whistling and instantly move your gun to aim at where the noise was coming from. The men's hands drop to their sides, gripping their guns and knives just in case.

Your eyes find Negan and you instantly tighten your jaw, following his every move. When he stands behind a man, you scoff to yourself. Coward.

"Damn… You are fucking adorable," he smirks, holding the man in front of him as a shield. "Did you pick that gun out because you thought it was cool, doll? You did, didn't you?"

Negan continues to smirk, no ounce of fear flashing through his features.

"I've gotta admit, doll… You scared the fucking shit out of me." Your eyes stare into his eyes until you see someone charge at you and instantly, you turn your gun to the man and pull the trigger.

Damn it. You really didn't want to have to kill anyone else but Negan.

You feel another man tackle you to the floor, causing the gun to fall out of your hands. You look up at the man straddling above you, bringing a fist to his face and hearing him grunt.

He instantly grabs the machine gun and points it at you, using another hand to hold you down. "Don't make me," he says, awaiting instructions from his fearless leader, Negan.

"Dwight, back off." Negan says. You look towards the gates and make eye contact with Daryl, widening your eyes slightly.

Dwight grabs your knife from your hip, but you are too busy staring at Daryl to notice that Negan was now standing above you. He extends a hand for you and grins, "Is that any way to treat our new guest?"

You look up at him, narrowing your eyes and tightening your jaw.

"I'd watch the way you're looking at me, doll." You stare at his gloved hand.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. How could you have messed up? Now, more than likely, you were going to be held captive and people at Alexandria were going to pay for your actions.

"Really? You're really not going to take my fucking hand? Seriously?" He watches your eyes deviate to Daryl and he grins, looking over his shoulder at Daryl. "He's lucky he's even in one piece."

You watch Negan smirk over at Daryl and you wonder if he ever got tired of smiling so damn much.

Rolling your eyes, you take his hand. "Smart fucking girl. Come on. I'll show you around." Before he can even hoist you up onto your feet, you release his hand to stand up on your own. You brush off the dirt off your pants and stare up at him with the same intensity and anger you did when he visited Alexandria.

"Dwight, take Daryl to the kitchen and have him do a little grub prep. We'll burn the dead and unload the truck later. I won't have any time to screw any of my wives today…" He says, turning to Dwight and Daryl, "Well, maybe except one."

You glance up at him and look at him with disgust. Wives? Who needed more than one?

When his men follow his orders, Negan begins walking to the entrance of his Sanctuary.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Instantly, he turns around and shakes his head. For the first time, he isn't smiling and you had to wonder if it was twice as intimidating.

"Do not shatter my fucking image of you. You're a badass. Keep it that fucking way. And besides, did you really want me to ruin the surprise? Come on."

You follow him inside and instantly take notice of your surroundings. This must have been an old factory of some sort, but either way, it was a decent setup. You preferred Alexandria though. When Negan enters, you see everyone drop to their knees and you furrow a brow.

"They think you're some sort of king around here?" You mumble, shaking your head.

He glances over at you, smirking but you can tell the irritation in his eyes. He steps up to the railing and begins his monologue in which you drift away from and glance around the area. Negan glances at you and smirks – you can tell his eyes were definitely raking over your body.

He leans back against the rail and turns his attention to you, "You see that? Respect. Cool, huh?" Negan grins.

"I'd say it's fear, but whatever."

Negan narrows his eyes and glances over his shoulder at the people still kneeling. "As you were!"

He walks away and you follow slowly behind him. You try to take note of what you were seeing, but it was helpless. This place was huge and if Rick had a plan, it couldn't only be the people of Alexandria fighting. They would lose before they even entered this place.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts to realize that Negan had stopped walking and you instantly bump into his back.

"Staring at my ass, is that it, doll?" He smirks.

You scoff, "Already did. Nothing of my interest."

Negan opens the door and walks in, tossing his red scarf onto the large bed. You could tell this room belonged to him. Three large windows, a king-sized mattress with a bedframe, two small couches and a coffee table all monochromatic colors of black or dark grey… He was living luxuriously in this apocalypse.

"Take a fucking seat." He orders and you hesitantly oblige. Negan takes a seat across from you, eyeing you carefully as you keep your eyes away from him. You didn't feel as brave as you did back in Alexandria.

"You killed two men. Two of my fucking men. I've gotta get something in return, doll. It's only fair." He says, leaning back against his sofa and smirking at you.

"No." You respond simply.

"Fucking excuse me. Did you just say no? Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you," he growls. You look up and the smirk from his face disappears – fuck, he was scarier when he wasn't smiling. "Do you really want to piss me off, doll?"

Before you could answer, you hear a knock at the door and your eyes drop to the floor once more.

A larger man enters carrying the infamous Lucille to Negan.

"You must have scared the shit out of me, doll. I never leave Lucille anywhere. Fat Joseph, did you treat Lucille like a lady? Were you gentle? Were you kind? Did you pet her little pussy like a lady?"

You instantly look up at him. He was so vulgar that it was a bit disgusting, but also a bit… Arousing? Fuck, no. You couldn't think of the enemy like that.

"I – I …"

"I'm just fucking with you! A bat doesn't have a pussy!" The men laugh before Negan interrupts it and order the other man to get out.

"You, on the other hand, have a fucking pussy." Negan turns to you, smirking.

"No shit. I am a woman."

He stands, waving the barbed wire end of the bat near your face and you instantly lean back. You knew what this bat was capable of, what Negan was capable of.

"I'm pretty fucking sure I can treat that little pussy of yours like no other man has before. Tell me, doll. You fucking Rick?"

When you don't respond, he smirks, moving the bat closer to your face and you instantly look up at him. "No. I'm not fucking Rick. What I do with my spare time doesn't concern you, so back the fuck off."

He grins. "Look at this badass… Were you fucking Daryl? Did I take him away from you? You know, I can help you with your needs and – "

You stand up and instantly slap him across the face, anger fuming within your veins. At this point, you didn't care what was going to happen to you. You had enough of him speaking the way he was towards you.

"Doll… Who the fuck do you think you are? I don't usually like hurting women, but if the need calls for it, I won't hesitate to shut that shit down." He grabs your wrist in a strong grasp and stare into your eyes. "But you're fucking lucky that I like you, even if you've got a mouth on you."

You pull back from his grasp and taking a few steps back.

"If you aren't fucking Rick or Daryl… Does that mean you're – "

"No, damn it! Why does everything have to be so fucking sexual with you? I can have friends without having the need or want to screw them."

Negan maintains his smirk, holding the bat at his side. "You're missing out, doll. Don't tell me you've got a crush on someone and you can't get him? Is that it? Did I fucking hit it on the marker? Or did I fucking bam with Lucille?" He lifts Lucille and you get glimpses of what happened that night and despite not seeing it firsthand, there was no way that one's imagination wouldn't picture what really happened.

"Drop it, okay?"

"Oh, no no no. You killed two of my men and I will do as I please. Which one was it? You got a fucking crush or did I kill him before you two had the chance to 'make love'?" He smirks.

When you don't answer, Negan narrows his eyes down at you and leans down until his lips were mere inches from yours. This man did not know what personal space was.

"You got a fucking crush?" He asks one more time.

You don't answer.

"Bingo! I think we've got a winner. Now, who the fuck is it? Daryl?" You shake your head, moving your face away from his. You look down at your feet, tightening your jaw.

Instantly, Negan takes a step back and grins. You knew he figured it out.

"Holy-fucking-shit. You've got a crush on Rick? Are you fucking kidding me?" Negan erupts into a fit of laughter and you curl your hands into fists, keeping them at your sides.

It was true. You did have a crush on Rick. Ever since he lost Lori, you did all that you can to help him through that dark phase in his life, but you knew that Rick would never see you more than just a friend. Besides, it wasn't like he showed any interest in you before. He had Michonne and that's all that mattered.

"Isn't he with that fucking girl with the dreadlocks and sword or whatever?"

"Her name's Michonne," you mutter.

"Such a fucking shame, doll. I ain't gonna lie. You're fucking hot, so Rick is just plain fucking stupid," he says.

"I don't need you to defend me, okay? You found out what you wanted to find out, now what the hell are you going to do to me?"

Negan narrows his eyes at you, smirking. "I don't know yet, doll. I still haven't shown you the rest of this place. Come on."

He leads you out of his bedroom and to the hallway where you follow behind him once more. This man was your enemy and yet, he managed to make you feel like you were worth something, like you were enough. Shaking your head at those thoughts, you watch him step into a large room that looked filled with couches and a bar at the corner.

It was then that your eyes catch the five women dressed in attire that did not seem fit for this life.

"What the fuck…" You say to yourself before you see Negan turn to you.

"I want you to meet my wives."