Negan stood above the warehouse after taking Amy on a tour of the Sanctuary staring down at the large group of people moving about doing different jobs with Amy beside him.
"They all earn points," he explained, "It's our version of currency."
"Depending on the type of job they do?" Her fingers curled around the iron railing as she arched her neck to get a better look.
Negan nodded. "That's right. People who do the more important jobs, or skilled labor, well they just get a little bit more than some of the others. The top men and women here have it really fuckin' good... and everyone else has food and shelter." He turned to her, "What more can a person ask for in the conditions we're in right now?"
"And you organized all of this?"
"With the help of a few." Negan took in Amy's wide-eyed nature for the first time, smiling subtly to himself. "Come on... one place left to show you."
"If you say your bedroom-"
His hearty laugh cut her off, "It ain't my bedroom, honey." Negan waved a hand, "Come on."
Amy scanned the area one more time before pushing off the railing and trailing him out of the main building.
"You scared of the dead still?" he asked as they headed outside past the front gates.
"Scared?" She shook her head, "Not unless there's a herd of them like back at the farm."
"Cool to go outside the walls on supply runs and shit if I ask?" Negan went on, "If you choose to stay, that is..."
"The walls and fences here," Amy began as she glanced over at them as they walked, "That's all new to me. I've lived my life outside the walls."
"Good." He grinned and motioned up ahead to a building just off to the side.
"What's in there?"
"You'll see in a minute." Negan picked up the pace, prompting Amy to match him as they went and eagerly approached a thick, steel door that he flung open with ease. He held the door, allowing her inside ahead of him. "I'm not going to fuckin' bite you doll," he informed her upon sensing her hesitation.
Amy cruised by him and immediately her eyes began to take in the contents of the place. An air hockey and ping pong table on one side of the place gave off the vibe of an old summer camp while the other half of the oversized room contained a handful of cars - not the beat-up, whiskey-dented types that littered the front of the Sanctuary. The cars in front of her were as new as she could imagine for the apocalypse. Before she could ask any questions Negan was dangling a set of keys in front of her face.
"I see you eye-fucking that Charger," he said with a short, amused laugh.
She turned to him, glancing at the keys for a brief second before looking him in the eye. "How do you have these?"
"Found 'em," Negan told her nonchalantly, "See, the pretty ones gets to sleep inside." He laughed again and made his way across to where the sleek, black Dodge Charger sat. running a hand across the hood, "Fuckin' nice."
"It is." Amy couldn't deny it. Her fingers danced over the door handle.
"Open that fucker up," Negan ordered.
She popped open the handle and eagerly slid into the driver's seat, resting her right hand on the shifter in the middle while caressing the steering wheel with her other. "What's the catch? Why are you being so generous with me?"
"No catch," he told her, "I just fuckin' like you. And I think you can help out around here. You're a girl who doesn't mind getting her hands dirty."
Amy looked up at him with suspicious eyes as he dropped the keys. She caught them before they fell to the ground and then regained his stare.
"Well.. there is one, little catch," Negan admitted.
"What's that?"
"You're going to teach me how to drive a standard."
Amy paused a moment and then let out a laugh. "You... you don't know how to drive a stick?"
"No," Negan said, running his tongue across his teeth as he let a smile decorate his face again. Amusement clung to his features, highlighting a set of dimples, "I want you to teach me... so I can drive this motherfucker around. It's been sitting here and-"
"You really don't know how?"
"Nope." He shook his head. "So how about this... you get your points by teaching me drive this thing. Then you'll maintain that level of points for all the little shit you do to earn your keep here."
"How many points?"
"Enough to keep you entertained, your stomach full and shit drunk a few nights a week if you're into that shit."
Amy huffed a laugh again and then glanced down at the keys in her hand. "I still feel like there's a-"
"That's the only catch," Negan cut her off, "And let me fuckin' tell you I don't treat most people like this... only the ones that I think can do some quality shit around here." He nodded and looked her in the eye, "I think you can do some quality shit and you've got the personality of a survivor. That's what has kept this place alive... and fucking thriving baby."
She sighed and nodded. "It's pretty impressive what you've built here." Amy couldn't deny it. She didn't want to boost his ego any further but seeing the community in its entirety was above and beyond what she had been exposed to post-apocalypse. "Okay."
"Okay?" Negan put both of his hands on the top of the open door frame.
"Yeah." Amy grinned this time and shook her head, "Yeah I'd be stupid not to."
"As I said." He smiled wider and then held a hand out. "So, we got a fuckin' deal then?"
She nodded again and slipped her hand into his. "Yeah... yeah I think we have a deal."