Negan woke to Jac squirming around. He grumbled as he moved enough to look down at the girl. She was whimpering and trying to press closer, but still asleep. If she wasn't careful she'd just hurt her side more. Judging by how her light brown hair was dry they'd been asleep for a while, but judging by the barest hints of sun in his windows it hadn't been long enough. He threw a leg over her, and pulled her closer to him once more and murmured, "Shh… It's okay Little Girl… I got ya… shhh... That's my good girl…" After that she seemed to settle down and Negan closed his eyes again.

Only that's when the knocking started.

Negan jumped out of bed and snatched up Lucille in the same moment, hoping to get there before they woke Jac. "The fuck do you want?" Negan seethed before he even got the door all the way open. It was one of his wives, Lily. He moved out into the hallway before she could shriek, like he suspected she would, and shut the door.

"Well I was coming to fuck you, but you seem to be working on another wife there." Lily insisted as she crossed her arms over her chest, clearly not pleased with the man in front of her.

She wasn't shrieking… he suspected he'd prefer shrieking. He could deal with jealous shrieking. A few nice words, reassurance there was enough of him to go around, possibly some PG-13 to R rated cuddling, and everyone was placated. However, right now, she was clearly not really all that interested in his body. Which, that part, was fine. He wasn't all that interested in her body right now either. "You do not come to fuck me this early in the morning unless you want something," Negan ignored the last half of what she said. He didn't know what he was working on with Jac, and he wasn't about to say that to the woman in front of him. She'd twist it up and fuck with Jac.

"Oh, that your special little gift from yesterday? You usually don't ask what I want until after we're finished," Lily said flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. "She good?"

Negan's spine stiffened, but he wasn't altogether sure why. Lily didn't stop though, and he was seriously considering kicking the woman out on her ass.

"She into girls too? We can share her," Lily grinned leaning forward conspiratorially.

Negan pointed Lucille right at Lily saying, "She sure as fuck is not for you."

Lily frowned as she was faced with Lucille. "You wouldn't hit me," she insisted, though she didn't sound absolutely positive about that right now.

"No, I damn well would not," Negan grinned as he propped Lucille up on his shoulder and leaned in close. "I don't particularly need to though, do I?" They all knew there were worse things than being smacked. Hell, there were worse things than meeting Lucille.

"No," Lily said simply, quietly.

"Now what is it you wanted?" Negan asked as he moved around her and ushered her with his free arm down the hall.

"My own room," Lily insisted, sensing she might get her way if she just left him alone. She'd check out his little present later.

"How about I send the boys out to find that futon I talked about putting in there? You can call dibs the second you walk back into your room," Negan offered the alternative. Lily pouted at him. "I'm not giving you your own room. If I give you your own room, then the other wives will expect their own rooms. I just can't give away that many rooms, and I can't give you something I'm not giving them."

"What about the little girl in your room?" Lily retorted pulling away from him. "We don't get to go in there."

It didn't come out of his mouth, but his first thought was that Jac was different. Instead he schooled his features. "You want the fucking futon or not?" He did not have to explain himself to anyone let alone her.

Lily was pissed, but she still pulled it together, "You'll back up my claim to it?"

"I backed up Frankie's claim to the couch, didn't I?" Negan offered, even if he knew this wasn't the last of it.

"Good, it's a deal then," Lily said pulling Negan down into a kiss. He pressed his lips to hers sure, but that was it. Not even any tongue, which confused both of them frankly. He opened the door for her before walking back down the hall to his room.

Negan frowned, he'd have to find a really good fucking reason to give Jac her own room now. He wasn't sure what to do about it, but for now he'd get a little more sleep with her. Only once in his room he found Jac sitting up. The only consolation was that she looked relieved to see him. "Hey Little Girl," Negan said as he shut and locked the door. When he looked back at her she waved a bit at him. "Hey, none of that. Where's my fucking greeting?"

"G-g-morning…" Jac mumbled keeping her voice down.

Negan moved back over to the bed and sat down on the other side from where he'd been sleeping. Now he was right next to her, and he pushed his fingers into her hair saying, "That's my good girl." He nuzzled her temple before he looked down at her and caught her smiling.

Jac did smile before she frowned once more. Then she looked at Negan out the corner of her eye saying slowly, sadly, "I'm… not going t-to make it here…"

Negan rested his chin on top of her head at that. There were rules sure. He'd tell her the rules later. That didn't mean she was entirely wrong. He couldn't let her out to scavenge, he doubted she'd come back, on top of that her "father" was out there looking for her. He certainly wasn't going to let her whore herself out for points. He couldn't put her anywhere she'd have to converse with others, silent could be badass, stuttering less so. That covered pretty much every non-demeaning job they had around here. Putting his lips to her temple Negan huffed, "You're mine. No one is going to touch you."

Jac's frown deepened at that. "Who was at the door?" Jac asked carefully. She would control it. She would control her voice, even if she knew a woman had been at the door. She didn't know about being his. She didn't know if she could be.

"Lily," Negan sighed gruffly. He moved his hand from her hair to around her shoulders. "One of my wives."

"Oh," Jac breathed, feeling like she'd been punched in the stomach.

You're different.

It didn't come out, even as she stiffened in his hold. He didn't know if he could tell her, or anyone, why she was different. She just was. You just are – was never good enough in his experience.

"I… I th-think I better g-g-go." Jac said as she tried to pull away from him. He had more than one wife, and she was sure they were all prettier and more experience than her. Whatever this had been, was clearly over. He'd probably been told they needed him, and he was trying to think of a way to get her out of his hair. She'd never been in a relationship, and she didn't know about this being her first one anyway. She didn't know how to feel about liking someone that not only had a wife, but had more than one. The end of the world was not the time to take an interest in anyone, let alone an older man. Sleeping here had been a huge mistake.

Negan kept a hold of her when she tried to pull away. "It's still early, let's go back to sleep," They'd wake up and start this over.

"W-what about…" Jac didn't know how to keep going.

"Lily wanted something she damn-well knows she's not going to get," Negan said as he pushed his fingers up into her hair again, and his other hand spanned her belly. When she tried to say something, Negan told her, "Don't worry about it."

"I… I've never b-b-been ina re…relationship, and this isssn't…" Jac said as she managed to crawl away from him. "I dunno w-what thisis!I dunnowhattodo! Idunno w-what you w-w-want!" She didn't know what she was even supposed to want.

Negan watched carefully as she crawled to the other side of the bed. She sat to face him as she talked, getting more and more excited, tripping over her words saying some of them so fast it was hard to follow, but he knew what was wrong either way. "Come back here and we'll talk about this…"

Jac shook her head. She didn't want to talk anymore. She couldn't talk right, and it wasn't helping. She couldn't go back over there and let him touch her all nice, like he always did. It made her feel weird and she kept forgetting that she couldn't stay here.

"You are quickly coming to the end of your chances Baby Girl," Negan said as he focused on her. She fidgeted as she looked back at him. He could see her gears turning. She was trying to weigh her options. This time he'd let her think about it. Her hands gripped at the blankets under her, her eyes squeezed shut, and he knew she wasn't going to move. He did. He moved up onto his knees and grabbed her ankle, pulling her under him as he crawled over her. A whimper caught up in her throat as her eyes snapped back open to look at him. "Now you are going to ask me a question, or state a fucking concern, and you will give me a chance to fucking talk this time."

Jac shook her head. She didn't want to do this. She wanted to tell him to let her go, but she wouldn't be able to get it out. When he seemed to growl above her she struggled onto her belly.

"Jacqueline, now," Negan ground out against the back of her neck.

His hand gripped her uninjured side and Jac wasn't sure how she felt scared and warm at the same time. "W-w-what do you want ffrom me?" Jac whimpered against the bed.

"Better," Negan praised her, pushing her hair out of her face. When she looked at him he gave a rueful grin, this was probably going to scare her. It made him see red that she would be less scared if he beat her, but there wasn't anything he could do about that right now. In the end he leaned down and breathed right against the back of her ear, "I want a whole fucking lot from you. We're talking much more than holding hands in the car Little Girl. I want to be the only one to touch you. I want you to obey when I give orders. I want you to love every fucking second of it." Jac shrunk underneath him, but he just used the opportunity to stop gripping her side, and instead slid his hand up and down her back. "We'll take it slow, but I bet you can be not just my little girl, but my dirty little girl too. I bet you'll like it even when I spank you, because let's face it you're going right over my knee the next time you refuse to listen to me. No more warnings." He paused to let that sink in before asking "Now what's your next problem?"

Jac was careful not to shake her head, and instead she concentrated on the hand on her back as it slid up one of her arms to lace his fingers with hers. She took a few deep breathes, unsure why that made her heart race. Unsure why she was suddenly much more aware of his legs boxing her in. It took another breath before she could say, "You have wives."

He pressed his lips to her shoulder, and spoke against his tee on her body, "I do."

Jac shifted so she could press her forehead to the bed, so he couldn't see her face. "I'm n-new, but I'm… I'm nnot a child. I w-won't be p-part of a-a… collection."

"Oh no?" Negan asked as he leaned up and pushed and pulled her onto her back so she was looking up at him.

Jac didn't want to talk anymore! "You heard me!" She growled up at him.

Negan couldn't help how his face split into a grin, and he bit his tongue a bit in thought. "Well damn if you can't just spit out what you want to say when you're being mouthy!" Negan said as he moved from over her.

Jac sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest watching him carefully.

"I'm not going to force you to be my wife," Negan said as he rubbed his hand down his face. There was no way he was going to get to go back to sleep with her after this. He wasn't putting her in there with those harpies anyway. They always tore into the new ones. Like they were a sorority hazing a pledge. It always brought them closer to him in the beginning, the new ones would cling the second he walked in. He wouldn't subject Jac to it though.

"So… so w-why ca-can't I leave?" Jac asked her mind rushing too much to reign in the stammering. She couldn't decide if she wanted to look at him or not. Her eyes kept bouncing between his face, body, and the bed under her.

"Cause you're still mine," Negan said as he walked back over to the bed too look her right in the eye. "You. Are. All. Mine." He told her slow, and serious. "You can tell me no, but it's true. We won't go farther than you want, but it won't change that no one else gets you. You can tell me not to touch you, and I'll keep my hands to myself. You can tell me to leave you alone, and I will leave you all alone." He saw her eyebrows push together as she looked up at him and he guessed at her question, "Oh, I bet you're wondering how I'ma take you over my knee if you tell me not to touch you." When he got the barest hint of a nod he leaned down so his knuckles supported his weight on the bed telling her with the toothiest grin, "There are worse things than me spanking you Doll. We have a bonafide prison downstairs, and if you're real bad we'll blast the same song into your cell on a loop until you beg me to take you over my knee. Then I'll get to punish you twice."

Jac suspected that was how he'd leave her all alone too. She didn't say that though. She gripped the hem of his shirt and pushed it down to cover her underwear since she was sitting with her legs out. She just wasn't sure what to say to a statement so bold.

Moving further onto the bed, gripping her ankle but not pulling her under him this time, Negan asked her, "So do I need to keep my hands to myself? Do I need to leave you alone?"

Jac wondered if she should say yes. Part of her just wanted to see what would happen. If it was bad though she knew she'd be too stubborn to change her mind the moment she figured out she didn't want to go through with it. She shook her head at that. "No... just I… if I'm not your wife… but I'm still yours…w-w-what am I g-going to do?"

Negan frowned. What were they going to do? He couldn't give her points just for standing around being pretty. She wasn't a wife. Jac would have to do something mildly useful to get herself some points to tide her over if he was ever away. While he was around it wouldn't matter he'd feed her off his name, let her sleep in here, or set her up in an empty room. Keep her comfortable…

Then there was more damn knocking on his door before he could find a suitable answer for her.

He huffed, grabbed Lucille and made his way once more to the door. This time it was Simon. "What the fuck do you want?"

"The men are getting ready to head out and Lily seems under the impression that she is getting a futon today," Simon said as he waved vaguely off down the hallway.

"Yeah, she is," Negan huffed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't go out of your way, but if you run across one bring it back. Find a red or a black cover for it, some more sheets and blankets for the wives too. Some for people to buy."

"Yeah, we'll get on it Negan," Simone said, before his eyes trailed back behind him to where Jac was on the bed. He was uncertain about her, but there she was sitting on Negan's bed, so he still asked, "Your new wife need something special?"

"Jac has declined to be my wife just yet," Negan said with a grin as he pointed back at her with Lucille. "She wants ta take things slow." Then just like that it hit him and he hopped a bit to shift his weight from one foot to the other to look at her. The thought struck him and he swung Lucille up on his shoulder proudly as he insisted, "Damn I know what you can do!" It would keep her in his sight more often than not too. He leaned back and grinned at Simon saying, "Jac is my new personal assistant. She gets to follow me about and write down the things I need her to. She gets to read through the fucking inventory after I teach her how, because I am fucking tired of that shit. Get my damn coffee and whatever the fuck else I need from her!"

Simon worked his jaw for a moment before he offered again, "Is there anything you want for her?"

"Look for some notebooks, pens, pencils, and make sure you get in the bookstore and get some more books," Negan said turning all the way back to Simon. Before Simon could bow out Negan remembered, "Oh, yeah and next time you see Ezekiel you tell him I want a bit of every fruit he has. Not too much of each, just a sampler, you decide how to break it down to them after they tell you what they got again. See if they got tea too."

"I'll get on it Negan," Simon said before Negan nodded his dismissal.

Once the door was shut Negan looked back to Jac as he set Lucille down, and found her curling in on herself. "What happened to you?" Negan asked as he moved back over to her. "Don't wanna be my assistant?"

"It's nnnot that… H-he doesn't like me," Jac said before she moved to the side of the bed when Negan patted the space in front of him.

Negan cupped her side of her neck for a moment before he leaned down to press his forehead to hers. "Don't worry about Simon, you just worry about me." He watched her watch him for a bit, before he grinned down at her. "Hey, how about a kiss?"

Jac stared up at him, and she got the horrible feeling that she was the picture of a deer in headlights. When his grin turned nearly feral she was positive she looked like something he wanted to eat up. "I-I dunno," Jac stammered out, flustered. She'd always wondered what being kissed was really like, but she didn't know about this. She tried not to shrink away from him, but kept herself from moving forward as well.

Negan settled for kissing her forehead before he moved back up off the bed. "How about you get dressed, and throw the rest of your clothes in the hamper in the bathroom, and I'll take you down to breakfast." Negan moved around himself to get his clothes out as well.

Jac watched him for a bit before she padded over to her bag and slunk off to the bathroom to get changed. She suspected that if she waited much longer he'd start changing in front of her, and she got the feeling that he wasn't wearing anything under those pajama pants. He didn't say anything though, so she didn't hesitate, just in case he was thinking about stopping her.

In all honesty he thought about stopping her. Telling her it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before like he did at the book store. Still, Negan let her go because he just kissed her on the forehead because she didn't know if she wanted to kiss him. It was better than a no. Getting out of his pajama pants and into his other clothes, he couldn't help but scrunch his nose and smile. This was going to be fun. Getting a woman hadn't been this hard since he was in his teens.

After a while when she walked out Jac found him waiting for her. She was wearing her last pair of shorts, and a black and white plaid shirt. The material was light, she rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. Still she fidgeted looking at him. She'd left her combat boots in the bathroom the night before, so she was ready to go with them on already, but she felt like everyone outside the door knew. Knew she was just some scared little girl Negan brought back because she'd been attacked. A scared little girl that cried when he held her, and expected him to smack her across the mouth for stuttering.

Negan frowned as she dropped her bag by the door, and stood there her hands clasping behindher back. "Hey, you are badass," Negan insisted as he came and got right in her face to make her look at him, "You fought like a hellcat. Shit, I applauded you in front of my men. You will not be afraid to go down to breakfast, you aren't fucking allowed. You hear me kid?"

Jac nodded as she inspected their shoes, toe to toe.

"Hey, in this room you use your fucking words with me, even if you do stutter," Negan told her as he pushed his forehead to hers. That seemed to spark some fire in her eyes. He leaned back just enough to see her open her mouth, but then she snapped it back shut. "Oh, oh! Say it!" Negan goaded her biting the tip of his tongue a little as he watched her. "Go on! I bet you were about to be a mouthy little thing. I wanna hear it." When she shook her head he leaned this way and that, "Come on, say it Little Girl, I won't punish you for it. Would I have swatted that sweet little backside of yours? Come on use your words."

Jac narrowed her eyes at him and took a step back, as she snapped "You want me ta call you Sir too?"

"Oh! you better be careful," Negan swore as he moved back closer. Then he breathed against her temple, "I might want you to call me Sir all the fucking time."