A/N I hope everyone is enjoying this so far. Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I've also added a reference picture on my profile for the photograph of Alice's sister. There's some smut towards the end of this chapter. Blame Negan.


"There's no way around, I've checked twice," Marshall informs us.

I grab Vic by the back of his shirt. "I've got a fucking way out and guess who's distracting the herd while we make a run for it?"

"Look, it was an accident, I already fuckin' told you that!"

Alice runs to us, pointing east. "The herd is moving!"

East is the last fucking place I want to be trapped because we're going to be cut off by the water. "Is it that same herd?"

"They've combined with another one," she shouts back at us.

That was the same thing Marshall said when he first got back. Several deer run ahead of us which isn't a good sign either. "The undead were feeding on them, they must be looking for the rest," Marshall huffs.

I can see the ocean starting to close in on us. We're out of room.

"Camper," Alice shouts, veering to the left some.

I don't want to be trapped, but I ain't going swimming across some fucking body of water.

Alice trips, crashing to the ground.

Undead come around the camper, reaching for her.

She throws her knife killing one.

Another one falls on top of her.

"Alice," I yell.

Marshall tackles the undead from Alice.

I swing Lucille, killing two before I scoop her up.

She wraps her arms around my neck. "Thank you," she whines.

I lean over and retrieve her knife, slipping it in my back pocket.

"They're coming," Vic panics, finally catching up to us.

"Keep your fucking voice down!"

"The door's open," Marshall says.

"Inside, hurry," I instruct them.

Marshall quietly makes his way to the camper's bathroom and opens the door. "We're alone."

"Is there anything we can fucking use?"

His eyes light up when he opens one of the cabinets.

There are several gallon jugs of water on the counter which means the four of us should be alright for a few days if need be. The people who had been living here also have a stockpile of food. I set Alice down on the small L shaped couch. "Jesus Christ, it's like a fucking sweatshop in here," I grunt, taking my jacket off and laying it down next to her. I reach up and open both of the roof vents. It lets some light in because all the windows have been boarded up or have newspaper taped to the glass.

Vic sets his backpack on the couch and plops down, catching his breath.

Alice stands up and lets out a whine.

"Sit down," I tell her.

She ignores me and grabs one of the jugs of water off the counter, limping into the bathroom.

"Last time I was in something this cramped it was jail and I think my cell was bigger than this," Vic mutters, folding his arms.

I roll my eyes, setting Alice's knife on the table before having a seat at it.

"What were you in for?" Marshall asks, sitting across from me.

"Assault with a deadly weapon and Grand Larceny. Lucky for me, things went to hell before I did any real time."

"I don't know if I'd call that luck," Marshall laughs. He picks up Alice's knife and looks it over. "This thing is kind of heavy."

I pull it from his hands. "I don't know how she throws them in the first fucking place. Vic, why don't you stand against the door and we'll use you as target practice to try and figure it out?"

"Fuck you, Negan."

Marshall instantly flips a switch, going into his parental mode. "Chill the fuck out, both of you. We don't need a fucking repeat of yesterday."

Vic unscrews the lid on his vodka and takes several swigs.

Maybe he'll drink himself unconscious and we can leave his ass behind.


Marshall digs in his pocket and pulls out his pack of cigarettes. He lets out a defeated sigh when it's empty. "Fuck!"

"Looks like it's a good time to quit," I laugh.

He leans back, running his hands down his face. "If I don't find a smoke, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind." He gets up from the benched seat and starts looking through all the drawers and cabinets.

I might lose my mind, too. I'm bored as fuck. "Not exactly cigarettes."

He groans, setting a can of Vienna sausages on the table and has a seat.

"How do you fucking eat that shit?" I asked repulsed.

Marshall looks the can over like he forgot what he picked from the cabinet. "Shit? These are good!"

Alice comes out of the bathroom and puts the unopened bottle of water on the counter.

"How did you wash your hair without any water?" Vic questions her.

"There's a five-gallon bottle in the bathroom," she responds, opening up the cabinet.

I shoot him a glare.

He clears his throat and looks away from me. "I'm getting shitfaced and passing the fuck out."

My eyes shift over to Alice when she keeps on rummaging through the cabinets. "It ain't like there's much to fucking pick from."

She closes the cabinet. "I thought there was a can of, oh," she cuts herself off when she sees Marshall has it.

He gestures the can at her.

"No, that's alright."

He sets the can down on the table and scoots it to her.

"You two are so fucking gross," I say disgusted and get up to go into the bathroom to take a piss. I need to come up with a plan to get us the fuck home and I need to do it while keeping in mind that Vic is a hindrance. If he's going to try anything, it will be the second we leave. He knows he's outnumbered here.

When I come back, Marshall is laying down on the couch.

Alice is sitting at the table writing in her notebook.

I sit down across from her. "How does your ankle feel?"

"Unpleasant."

"Give it to me."

She shakes her head no.

"Why? That makes no fucking sense."

"You're going to take my boot and sock off, correct?"

"That's the idea."

Alice looks away from me.

"Oh, I get it. You're all self-conscious and shit."

"We've been running all day."

"Didn't you just clean up?"

"I washed my hair."

"Just give me your fucking foot!"

She lets out a soft whine, moving her foot up.

"Are you fucking pouting?" I take a hold of her foot and set it on my thigh, untying the laces.

"No," she murmurs. "I'm glad you're amused at my expense."

"I'm very fucking amused, not at your ankle though, that would be fucked up." I pull off her sock, stuffing it in the boot.

"What amuses you about this situation then?"

I run my hand up her ankle and back down. "The whine you gave. It's funny to hear it come from you because you're so, well, Alice like."

"Lacking emotion?" Her eyes shift skyward. "Yes, I have been told this my entire life."

"So you've always been like this?"

"Hence my entire life."

"Hence don't be a smart ass."

She lets out a long sigh.

"Seems I've hit a nerve."

"Your comment implies I'm arrogant."

"You are arrogant."

"Do you know the definition of arrogant?"

"Do you?"

Her eyes burn at me for a second before her brow wrinkles. She starts to fidget with her hands some.

I know, by now, that means she's feeling vulnerable. "Alice, you're thinking about it like it's a bad thing."

"How can one perceive arrogance as anything other than in a negative connotation?"

Fuck, this conversation is starting to go way over my head. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad, it's just the way you are. There's nothing wrong with it."

"I just figure if I have nothing to say, people will make up their own generalizations about me. This way I reveal nothing about myself."

"I understand what it's like when people want in, but all you want is to be left the fuck alone."

"Human beings are nosey by nature, but this incessant need to know everything about someone, I don't understand it and I'm not a secretive person, yet I find myself constantly having to justify otherwise."

"Why do you think that is?"

"I suppose different people have different reasons. Whatever the reason, I find it all pointless."

"Ain't that the fucking truth?"

She jerks her foot from my hand. "Stop. That tickles."

"I wasn't trying to tickle you."

Alice lights a candle, then goes back to logging inventory from her map.

"Have you always been good with direction?"

"I had a job as a courier before all this."

"That sounds boring as fuck."

"I enjoyed the solitude."

"Do you really miss pizza or were you just fucking with me?"

She stills her pen, glancing up at me. "I really miss pizza."

"You shouldn't eat shit like that. It's not good for you. Like those fucking sausages. Do you have any idea how much sodium is in that shit?"

She shakes her head no.

"You'll like this one then, Numbers. 1095mg. That's half your daily allowance for a fucking snack! I'd starve before I ate canned," I put my fingers up in quotes, "meat."

"You're health conscious?" She seems surprised by this.

Actually, everyone is always surprised when I say it, like I'm some gluttonous pig. "Extremely. I feel like shit when I don't eat right."

"I see all the fresh fruit and vegetables in the cafeteria when I go, but, I don't ever partake."

"You should. In fact, I'll make you a deal. You don't have to use your points on it."

"That doesn't seem like much of a deal."

"I'm saving your life and you don't even know it."

"You already saved my life."

I run my index finger up the middle of her foot.

She laughs, wiggling her toes.

"I want to ask you something and I want you to take it seriously."

"I am always serious."

"I know," I scoff, "but I'm not. I don't want you taking me as a joke."

"Alright."

"Why did you let me put that bulletproof vest on you?"

"You offered."

"Bullshit, Alice."

She pulls her foot off my leg.

I catch it and bring it back. "Alright, we don't have to fucking talk about it." I reach in her boot and get out her sock. Why do I even fucking bother? I stuff her pants down into her boot and start tying the laces.

Several things scatter outside.

Alice pulls out a knife and gets to her feet.

"Wait," I mouth, putting my hand out.

She seems nervous, which is unlike her.

I get up and go over to the sink, looking out the window. It's too dark to tell. When I turn around, she motions her hand for me to come to her. I press my knee to the bench and look out the window by the table. It's a couple undead, but they keep heading towards the water.

Alice sinks down on the bench, pocketing her knife. She gives me a funny look when I sit beside her. "This bench is too small for the both of us."

"I'm comfortable," I smirk.

"You're forcing me against the wall."

"Really now?" I raise my eyebrows up and down.

She sighs, trying to get comfortable.

Marshall lets out a groan and sits down, putting his hands over his face.

"What's wrong?" Alice asks.

Marshall looks ill. He bounces his leg up and down, frantically. "I'm reaching a point where I would take someone's life for a cigarette."

I point at Vic.

Marshall's eyes widen. "He has a pack?! Vic," Marshall yells.

"Fuck off," Vic groans.

"Keep your fucking voice down, Marshall!"

"Marshall, you can do this," Alice encourages him.

He runs his hands up and down through his hair.

I've never seen him this worked up before.

His eyes shift to the window. "Do you think some of those undead would have a pack on them? Makes sense right?" He gets up from the table.

I grab him by his arm. "Why don't you sit the fuck down?"

"I'll be real quiet."

"You ain't fucking quiet right now. Lower your goddamn voice."

"Let. Go," he snaps, ripping his arm from my grip.

"Marshall, please," Alice begs.

Marshall dashes for the door.

I fly up, shoving him on the couch. "You listen to me," I growl, grabbing him by his throat, "you better pull yourself the fuck together and I mean right fucking now! Do you understand me?" I release his throat after he nods.

"I'm sorry," he frowns, "I just got a little carried away."

Alice sits next to him and rubs his back.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Ms. Alice."

"It's alright. Why don't you try and get some sleep?"

Jesus Christ, I can't fucking believe this. I fold my arms looking at Marshall, then Vic. I think we're all starting to lose our fucking minds. This camper is too fucking small. "Listen up," I start, kicking Vic, "everyone get some fucking sleep because, in the morning, we're clearing and going the fuck home. I ain't dying here, not like this."


I'm becoming more upset every time I look over at the two of them. His arms around her, she's asleep against his chest, his cheek pressed to her head. He's already said he wants to fuck her. What if they have? No, that can't be because the question was if you could fuck anyone. I'm tempted to throw this fucking notebook at his head, but then I'd have to watch her comfort him again. I stand up and sit on the other bench so my back is to them, yet I find this even worse. This is fucking ridiculous. I try to focus my attention in on the sounds of the undead outside. They must be feeding on animals because they seem to be getting louder. Fuck this. I pick up the candle and grab Lucille, going into the bathroom. We need our alone time. I clean her off, much to her disagreement. Sometimes she doesn't know what's good for her. I eye every inch of her dark complexion, satisfied.

You don't get to touch me. Ever.

I take Lucille's words as a challenge. My lip curls upward when I lightly brush my thumb across her. Alice already walked in on me jerking off once this trip. Why break with tradition? Lucille would have loved Alice because she always said the ones that played hard to get secretly wanted it the most. I quickly unzip my pants, almost getting my boxers snagged. Is my sanity slipping or do I really have no fucking shame? I bite the inside of my cheek, taking in a sharp breath. My fingers curl tightly around Lucille, sliding down her slender frame and I slowly exhale. One of these days I'm going to pass the fuck out from holding my breath too long. My lungs expand once more. Blood slowly trickles down Lucille. I lock my knees pushing my hips forward a bit, taking in another quick breath to hold it. It's getting more difficult to keep my moans quiet. Lucille slips from my hand, hitting the mirror and cracking it. I pull her back, digging my fingers into her. She ain't getting away that easily. My face twists with discomfort as I let out a grunt. She's never hurt me before, at least, not like this. When I open my hand up, blood spurts against the wall. I drop her in the sink, grabbing a towel. "You're a real bitch sometimes!" Her and her goddamn rules and the consequences that always follow when I break them. I put myself away, zipping my pants up. Lucille was always honest where she stood on us. I was just too young and pussy-whipped to accept it, so I let her use me. I press my back to the wall and slide down it, cradling my hand. The pain pulls me away from my thoughts of pity. When I remove the towel, blood pools in the palm of my hand. I've gone and made a fucking mess and for what? Fuck, my gloves are in my jacket pocket. Lucille falls from the sink, into my lap. Maybe she has a sense of remorse after all. I'm still angry with her no matter how much she tries to butter up to me. I don't even want to look at her right now. I pick myself up and leave the bathroom.

Alice is back at the table.

I set Lucille on the counter and sit across from her, putting the candle in the middle of the table.

"How long was I asleep?" she asks.

"You act like I was watching you."

"I wasn't implying anything. It's a question."

"I don't fucking know! You got someplace to fucking be?"

She starts to stand up.

I press my hand to the back of the bench to block her from getting up. "Are you really going to make me sit here and watch you sleep next to another man?"

Her scowl softens and she eases back down.

I take my hand from the bench. That's not really what I mean because I ain't jealous. What is so fucking bad about me that this woman can't stand to be around?

Alice joins me on the other side when she notices the blood on my shirt. She holds her hands out.

I sigh and pull my other hand out from under the table, giving it to her. She never makes me awkward about Lucille. Rachel always makes me feel like I've got some serious mental problem, and I get the feeling Joanna is going to leave me one day because of it. Alice, despite her strong opposition towards sex, accepts it. Nor does she question me, she just tends to my wound. "This one really fucking hurts," I frown.

"I'm sorry she hurt you." Alice rubs her thumb over the inside of my wrist.

There's more truth to that than she fucking knows. "Why did you train to throw knives?" I have to change the subject before I do something stupid.

"I wanted a way to relate to my father. After my mother passed, he had even less to say than I do."

"I find that hard to believe," I laugh.

"He couldn't relate to us."

"It doesn't mean he gives you the silent treatment for it."

She starts to rip the towel into strips to wrap my hand with. "None of that even matters anymore." She doesn't have a hint of sorrow in her voice when she talks about him.

Not that it surprises me. "Thank you, Alice."

"I noticed a case of MRE's. I know you're particular about food, but you should eat something."

"Alright." What the fuck is an MRE anyway? When she sets the box on the table, I get my answer. 'Meal, Ready-To-Eat, Individual.' I'm suddenly not hungry anymore.

"Don't show these to Marshall."

"If he ate those fucking sausages, he'll eat anything."

Alice laughs and opens the case. "Okay, this one is meatloaf."

I eye this shallow box over. "That shit ain't fucking meatloaf, I can guaran-goddamn-tee that. Next."

"Beef teriyaki?"

"If it has the word beef or meat in it, fuck no."

"Cajun rice with beans and sausage?"

"Maybe, put that one to the side."

She gasps as her eyes widen. "Cheese tortellini!" She lays it on the table.

I laugh, shaking my head.

"Jambalaya?"

"Yeah, alright." I reach out my hand to take it from her. Apparently, these things are foolproof, but I somehow manage to fuck it up, so she helps me make it. It takes for fucking ever to warm up. I ain't too happy about eating shit like this, but I didn't eat yesterday. This shit looks disgusting. When I read the label on the back of it, I almost say fuck it, but I know I need my strength. Maybe it's because of how hungry I am, but it doesn't end up being half bad. "Can I have your hot sauce?"

She slides it across the table to me.

"Why is there a packet of cheese spread?"

Her eyes widen again.

I snicker and toss it at her.

"You put it on the cracker. You can have my peanut butter one if you want."

I don't know why I went and put hot sauce on this fucking jambalaya. It's spicy enough. My stomach is going to be a fucking wreck. "How many of those MRE's are left?"

"Ten."

"Put the rest in your backpack, okay?"

"Yes, Sir." Alice has practically inhaled hers.

I don't think I saw her actually chew any of it. "Do you want some of mine?"

She shakes her head no.

"It ain't as bad as I thought. Try a bite."

"I'm allergic to shellfish. I can't eat that one."

"What happens if you eat it?"

"My throat will swell shut."

"You need to tell Carson so Cindy knows. A lot of times they are just throwing shit together in the kitchen. It almost killed Dwight. He gets like you do, but with pineapple."

"I tried to tell you fruit wasn't good."

"Ha Ha. Shut it."


"Ugh." I grab my stomach and burp. "I don't... feel too fucking—" I lay my head down on the table. "My stomach hurts." I try everything in my power not to puke my fucking guts out. I knew I shouldn't have eaten that prepackaged poison.

Alice lays a damp towel on the back of my neck, then rubs my back.

I close my eyes and let out a long groan.

"Take a couple sips of this water."

Fuck me, I am so motherfucking miserable. I haven't been this sick to my stomach since I was a child and my father would shovel canned meat down my throat. "Ugh," I dry heave, closing my eyes. "Your stomach ain't upset?"

"No. May I do anything for you?"

"Blowjob?"

"You have your wives for that."

I was in too much agony to try and think of some witty retort. Instead, I just let out more groaning. I figured she would have told me to suck it up by now, but she just keeps rubbing my back.

"Get some sleep, Sir. I'll keep watch."

"I ain't worried about the undead."

"What do you mean?"

I sit up and pull the rag from my neck. Surely she doesn't feel comfortable with that motherfucker. I put my arm over the back of the bench, feeling myself become territorial over her. I lean in close to her ear. "I don't trust Vic and I worry that he'll try something."

Her pale cheeks flush. She looks up at me through her long lashes.

"Don't give me a look like that if I can't fuck you." I don't get a single reaction from her. Instead, she just keeps staring at me, eyes starting to glaze over. "What's wrong?" I frown when she doesn't respond.

She licks her lips. "Do you think anyone is looking for us?"

"No," I scoff.

Her eyes sink and when they shoot back up, they're empty.

This might very well be the last time I see it. The truth is, I don't know how the fuck we're going to make it out of this alive. I know Vic will trip any one of us if it means his safety. "Look, if things were different and you weren't trapped here, what would you be doing?"

She shrugs.

"You'd be surviving. Like you are now. It's just a change of scenery."

The corner of her lip curls up slightly and she seems more at ease.

I sit up straight, but leave my arm slung over the back of the bench. "Look, I ain't sleeping any time soon so you should, Alice."

"Do you mind if I stay seated next to you?"

"Thought the bench was too small for the both of us?"

"I'm only partially hanging off of it."

I give her a little more room. "As long as you don't fall asleep on me."

"Thank you," she says, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. It's just like her to have good posture even while sleeping.

I open her notebook and flip through it. For all the detailed entries on all these towns, she hasn't put anything on Sanctuary and it makes sense. It protects us in case she's taken captive. I take her pen and start drawing her a map. This way, if something happens to me, she can find her way back. Maybe I went a bit overboard because I end up drawing her three different ways to get back. Fuck it, I don't care if it's excessive. I look down when I feel her touch me. She's asleep, her face against my side. I let out a grunt and go back to finishing up the last map. My eyes keep moving downward. I've never had anyone actually sleep next to me. I jab the pen into her shoulder, but she doesn't move. This is so fucking ridiculous. I don't understand how people sleep together. Her body heat is making me even hotter. Christ, this is going to be a long night.


Throughout it, Alice makes some pretty disturbing noises in her sleep. All of them sound like she's in pain. It was like that last night, too. She also keeps talking about the number four, whatever the fuck that means. I try to let her sleep as long as I can, but when she cries out for someone to stop, I wake her up. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," she responds as if she's been awake the entire time.

Vic stumbles out of the bathroom. "It looks like a goddamn warzone in there. The fuck happened last night?"

Alice stretches her pinky out, touching my leg. The rest of her fingers inch over to my leg when Vic acts like he's going to have a seat at the table.

He cradles his stomach and hurries back to it.

Alice returns her hand to her lap.

"Did he fucking touch you?" I ball my hand into a fist.

"No, he didn't. I can't help but feel like I know him from somewhere."

"Alice, I'm not fucking around."

"I apologize, it's nothing for you to concern yourself with. I guess he just has one of those faces."

Marshall sits down across from us. "When are we leaving?"

"As soon as we fucking can. It might be shit odds, but it's better to die out there than in here. Still, it needs to be unanimous between all of us or we ain't leaving.

Alice frowns, fidgeting with her hands.

"Just say the word," Marshall replies. He gets up and starts to pack his bag.

"Well?"

Alice nods. "I agree. It's better we try."

I don't want Vic's opinion, because I don't care, but he's one of my men so when he comes out of the bathroom I ask him.

"Way I figure, odds are as good in here as out fuckin' there. Let's go."

So it's settled then, however, there's something I need to do first. I discreetly point at the bathroom.

Alice gets up, grabbing her bag and walking for it.

"Play along," I tell her under my breath. "Need any help?" I raise my voice.

"Leave."

"Come on, it will be fun," I say, leaning in the bathroom. I press my lips to her ear. "Tell me to get out," I instruct. She does exactly as she's told. "Good. Now listen very carefully. If something happens to Marshall and me, you don't hesitate to put your knife through Vic's throat."

She turns her head some, her lips almost brushing against mine by mistake.

"I need to know you're going to be safe or we ain't fucking leaving."

"How will I get back to Sanctuary? I don't know that area well," she mouths.

I step inside the bathroom as she takes a step back. "I drew the location on your map while you were asleep." I clear my throat, bringing my hand up and cupping her cheek as her big eyes stare back at me.

"I'll do as you ask."

I hope for her sake, she does. "Slap me."

Her brow furrows as she reaches back and hits me.

"Alright, fine, you made your fucking point," I yell, leaving the bathroom.

Vic snickers, finishing off his bottle.

Marshall shuts the cabinet. "As much as I want to take this food, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Don't take anything that isn't completely necessary. There's no telling how many miles we'll be running." I pick up my jacket from the couch.

"Here, Sir," Alice says. She's holding a flare gun.

This might very well save our lives. I'd ask her where she got it, but it doesn't matter.

"Who we gonna signal?" Vic laughs.

I roll my eyes. "Here's the plan. Alice, you'll go out through the roof vent. Fire the flares as far away from us as you can get them. After she fires them, we'll go out through the door. Follow Alice from there."

Alice takes Marshall's arm and starts writing the letters, L, R, and N up to his elbow. "Directions to the pier in case we get separated." She grabs Vic's. "This will be our first checkpoint." She pushes my sleeve up. "It's seven miles. I will do my best to keep up."

Fuck! Her ankle. How in the fuck did I not remember? "We're not going."

"Yes, we are. Will you help me up through the vent?"

"Alice, no."

"It's alright," she smiles at me, before putting her pen back into her bag.

Marshall gives her a bear hug. "We're going to make it," he tells her, lifting her off the ground.

In one swift motion, I knock the vent loose.

Marshall raises her above his head as she pulls herself up with ease.

I know for a fact, it's the only thing that's going to go smoothly. "Protect her, or we ain't getting out of this alive," I order them.

"Yes, Sir," they reply.

With each shot she fires, it's another nail in our coffin.

When they stop, Marshall flings the front door open.

The sun is blinding when I first step outside, but as my eyes adjust, I see the herd. I spin around. "Jump!" I reach up as Alice slides off the roof and into my arms. "Hurry," I tell them, setting her down.

"We should come to a road, keep heading north," she instructs us.

I know Alice is in pain by the way she runs.

Every-fucking-where you turn it's twenty more, thirty more. We couldn't even fight them if we wanted to.

"Left," Alice shouts.

All of us have been in situations where you think it can't get any worse. I truly thought those days were behind me.

"Right!"

Running in our world is the most helpless feeling because it means you're out of options.

"North through the park."

Mile after mile is put behind us.

"Keep north!"

Marshall grabs at his chest, starting to slow down. "Fuck."

I bet he wishes he didn't smoke now. "You can do this," I try to encourage him.

He nods, wiping the sweat from his brow with the crease of his elbow.

"Right!"

Marshall trips as Vic clasps his shirt, hoisting him back up. "I can't fucking breathe," he gasps.

"Marshall, you have to!" I hook his arm. "I'll fucking drag your ass if I have to."

Alice looks back at us. "The pier is just ahead! We're almost there."

"Alice," Vic shouts.

My eyes widen. "Alice!"

She looks forward, running right into several undead.

Vic moves Alice, putting himself in between the undead and her.

I see it with my own two eyes and still don't believe his selfless act.

"I got these fucks handled, Alice!"

The thing that's always bothered me about Vic, is that he doesn't even use a weapon most of the time. It's his surroundings he kills undead with and it's too unpredictable, just like he is.

She helps him fight them off anyway.

I'm practically dragging Marshall. Luckily for him, after Alice and Vic kill these undead, the pier is completely empty so he can catch his breath. "Better?"

"Yeah," Marshall nods. "Thanks."

"Let me try and hotwire this car," Vic says, running down the pier to it.

"Marshall, go with him. Last time he alerted half of Alexandria."

"Yes, Sir."

"How's your ankle?"

"I'm trying not to think about it." Alice pulls out her map and starts to read it over. "Stop throwing rocks at me."

"Why would I fucking throw rocks at you?"

One hits Alice on the nose as she glances upward.

I move my eyes up. "Fuck!" I shove Alice out of the way as the collapsing wall falls over. The fire escape swings downward as the steel pierces my side wide open. "Oh, shit," I grunt before I collapse on the ground.

"No," Alice screams, running to me.

"Jesus Christ." I don't need the panicked look on her face to tell me how fucking bad it is.

Alice unzips her vest and frantically unbuttons her shirt. "Marshall," she shrills, pulling her shirt off.

I let out a yell when she ties it around my torso.

She apologizes, gripping my arm.

"Fuck," I grit my teeth, reaching at my side again.

"It's going to be okay," she assures me.

I think it was more for herself because I sure as fuck know I'm not getting out of this one. I'm bleeding so fucking bad, I don't see the point of even trying to stop it. I pick up my heavy hand and reach for her cheek with my bloody fingers. "Alice, listen to me," I start, taking a deep breath, "Carson will know what to do. Find Dwight and tell him-"

"No! You're not dying."

I rub her cheek, smearing blood across it by accident. It was getting harder to keep my eyes open.

Alice sets her trembling hands on my chest. "I don't know how to make it stop." She's shaking like that day inside the bar.

"You gotta go."

"I am not leaving without you."

"That's an order!"

"Screw your orders," she yells.

I smirk up at her.

She tightens the shirt more.

I move her face towards me. "I'm sorry for the way I've treated you."

Alice leans over and lays against my chest. "Don't talk like that," she begs as my shirt twists between her fingers.

I frown, looking down at her clinging to me. Fuck, I didn't expect to go out like this. I sling my arm around her and clutch her bulletproof vest tight. My fingers start becoming numb.

Alice pulls Lucille over, setting her in my other hand.

My eyes glaze over at the gesture. "Alice," I slur.

She looks at me, tears flooding her eyes. "Please, Negan, no."

"Fuc..."

"Negan?" Alice sits up, shaking me.

"I can't— my... Alic—" My vision blurs again, and then… I feel nothing.

"No!"


You'll sit there all goddamn night if you have to, you're eating what I fuckin' made.

The canned meat hurts my belly.

Pick up your fork and eat your fuckin' food or I'll break your fuckin' jaw. Stop your fuckin' sniveling, it's disgusting! I don't know what pussy shit your mother has been telling you, but real men don't fuckin' cry.

I hate you.

The fuck did you say to me?

I wish you would die!

You're gonna learn to show me some respect, boy. Press your hands to the table!

No!

The fuckin' jaw it is then!


I gasp for air as I cling to my chest. "Shit!"

"Sir?"

My eyes scan the familiar room. The infirmary. "How the fuck did I make it back here?" I cough, easing my grip up on my shirt.

"It wasn't easy," Marshall says.

"Goddamn, was I out long?" My side feels like it rips when I sit up from the table.

"An hour, give or take."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd be so overcome with gratitude and give me your keys so I can get another carton."

"Carson has my keys. Knock yourself the fuck out. Get anything else you want."

"Thanks," he laughs, leaving the infirmary.

"Sir, you should lay down, I just finished your stitches," the Doctor informs me.

"I don't understand how I'm alive. I saw that puddle of blood, it was a fuck ton."

"Blood transfusion."

"What? But how? No one in Sanctuary is O Negative but me."

"Alice is."

"Where is she?!"

"I'm here." She gives me a soft smile.

"Doc, give us a minute."

He nods and leaves the room.

Alice gets up, catching her balance.

"What's wrong?"

"Just a little dizzy from giving blood. Thank you for—"

I cup her cheek. "Your face," I point out concerned.

"It's your blood."

Of course. Fuck, it's all coming back to me now. "Are you okay? Did Vic touch you?"

"I'm alright. He was able to hotwire one of the cars and get us back here." Alice steps closer and lightly touches my hand. Her fingers curl around mine. "I apologize for calling you by your name."

"I don't care." I pull her a step closer to me.

"I felt helpless watching you bleed out at the pier. I was so fearful for your life. Thank you for saving mine." It wasn't like her to be vulnerable. This vocal about her feelings.

I don't have a smart ass retort or something vulgar even cross my thoughts. My eyes drop and I look at our bloody hands now tangled together.

"They said you were awake," Rachel smirks, sauntering over to me.

Alice quickly pulls her hand from mine.

"I'm fucking busy," I snap.

"Too busy to let me play nurse?"

"I should be going," Alice blushes.

"No," I tell her.

"Have a good night, Sir," Alice says, hurrying from the room.

I glare angrily at Rachel.

"What's that look for?"

"I was fucking talking!"

"Moan my name instead," she smirks, unzipping my pants.

I let out a frustrated sigh before grabbing the back of her head and moving her towards my lap.


"Oh, fuck, yeah," I moan, tilting my head up.

"Stop scratching."

"Hurry the fuck up then!"

"Why do you let it get this bad?" Sherry asks, wetting my face.

"I've been a little fucking preoccupied."

There's a soft knock on the bathroom door.

I'm surprised when it's Alice. She sure got dressed quickly.

"It can wait."

"You're already here. Is everything alright?"

She gives me a soft nod and hands me two maps. One is the path the undead took and came from. The other is places that she noticed could still be scavenged.

"Good work, Alice. Give these to Carson."

"Very well." She takes them back and turns to leave.

"Wait." I pause until I have her full attention. "You need to rest after the transfusion. Have a seat in the parlor for a bit. Nicole will help you down when you're ready. Besides, you don't need to be walking on that ankle."

"That's unnecess—"

"It ain't up for fucking debate."

She chews on her bottom lip.

"I appreciate what you did for me. You saved my life, too."

"The compatibility of our blood is fortunate."

I let out a breathed laugh, shaking my head.

Alice takes it as an opportunity to make her exit.

"Wow, she has your blood type?'

"What are the fucking chances, huh?"

"Yeah, that's quite a relief."

"Poke your head out the door. Make sure she didn't leave."

Sherry walks over and cracks the door some. "I'll be right back." She walks out into the parlor.

I start itching my face again. "Hurry up, Sherry," I yell.

When she finally comes back, she's laughing.

"What?"

She closes the door. "Alice must have been around Marshall. She called me Ms. Sherry."

I bust out laughing, then I am suddenly reminded I've got a side full of stitches.

"God, you're pitiful."

"Fuck you, Sherry," we both say in unison.

"I gave her a book. She'll sit tight for a while."

"Whatever you say, Ms. Sherry," I smirk

She rolls her eyes then tilts my chin upward. "What's she like?"

"Who?"

She slathers my face with shaving cream. "Who? Alice, duh."

"Pay attention to what you're fucking doing."

She drags the knife up my cheek, then wipes it on the towel on my shoulder. "I think I know what I'm doing. Answer my question."

"How the fuck would I know? She doesn't let anyone in to know what she's like."

"Like someone else I know."

"She's a very dry person. Complete fucking deadpan. She's actually rather stoic and it's infuriating. Alice is so emotionally detached from everything, and I guess it's a good thing seeing how everything went to hell, but fuck, I watched her try and take her life twice. You know what she fucking did when I called her out on it? She yawned. She fucking yawned and shrugged. You want to know what she's like? The definition of inscrutable. Oh, and she likes pizza."

Sherry has her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry."

I laugh with her.

"The people we care about usually end up driving us a little crazy."

"God, Sherry, give it a fucking rest, will you?"

"It's good to let people in our lives, otherwise, what's the point of living?"

"If your sole reason for surviving is because of another person, you're going to be in some serious disa-fucking-ppointment. Living for others, that's a foolish reason. Especially in a time like this. People are going to die." I stand up from the ledge of the bathtub and wash my face.

She sets the knife on the counter. "People dying isn't any different now as it was before the outbreak. You know what your problem is? You're full of shit, Negan."

I abruptly turn the water off. "Don't fucking go there."

"Why? Because I'm right? You're just afraid you might have found someone you can let in."

"Alright, you wanna fucking know about Alice? Follow me." I walk over and have a seat, facing her on the lounge. "What are you reading?"

She hands the book to me.

"I ain't here to take it. I just asked a question."

She holds it up so I can read the title.

I rub my brow.

"You're bleeding."

I look down, grabbing at my shirt. "Oh, shit."

"I'll get the Doctor." Rachel hurries from the room.

"Help me out of my shirt."

"You should wait for the Doctor."

"And have him undress me? No fucking thank you."

"I've got it," Joanna says.

Alice lowers her eyes away from me.

"You ripped your stitches," Nicole tells me.

Alice shoots her eyes upward. Usually, they give nothing away about her. Right now they are filled with concern.

"I need a towel or something, please. He's bleeding badly."

Christ, here we go again.


Nicole finishes up my stitches as the Doctor guides her through it. He wants to do another blood transfusion, but I refuse it.

"Sir, you need to lay down. Alice, that goes for you as well. Neither of you should have left the infirmary," he gripes before I dismiss him.

"Looks like we get one more night together," I smirk at Alice.

"I am only here until the dizziness subsides."

"Yeah, so get comfortable."

Alice stands up and almost topples over.

Joanna catches her, helping her sit back down. "Maybe just sit down for a little bit?"

Alice nods her head.

"Here, Baby, drink this," Nicole smiles, handing Alice a glass of water.

"Thank you," Alice replies, taking the glass.

"Alice, I'll get you something to eat," Amber offers.

Sherry rubs Alice's back. "Let me help you out of that vest."

"Well, is anybody gonna fucking take care of me?" I pout.

"No," they all yell.

I fold my arms and lie back on the lounge.

"Stop," Alice snaps, grabbing Sherry's hand when she tries to take her vest off.

"Surely that's not comfortable."

Alice doesn't respond, as her face becomes blank.

I give Sherry the 'I fucking told you so' look.

Sherry frowns and rubs Alice's back. "Okay, we'll leave it on."

My intention was to prove a point, but I just end up feeling uncomfortable about this whole fucking thing. Alice is capable of emotion, but let everyone else think otherwise. I'll never tell anyone the conversations we had last night in the camper. I want that to myself.

"Here you go, Alice."

Alice takes the plate of food and thanks a rather chipper Amber.

I wonder what's gotten into her? I groan, wiping the sweat from my brow. Fuck, I feel horrible. I slump over a bit, putting my elbows to my knees.

"You really need another transfusion," Nicole says, tilting my head up some.

Alice scoots next to me, rolling up her sleeve.

"Alice, I don't recommend you give blood again. Especially with your size. It's dangerous,"

"Negan's O Negative. Alice is the only one whose blood is compatible," Sherry tells Nicole.

"Alice, no, that's a fucking order. Compatible or not, I don't give a fuck."

Nicole slips the blood pressure cuff over my hand and up my arm. She takes my vitals. "If you're doing this, we need to do it now."

"No," I repeat myself. "Take this fucking thing off me."

"Surviving. It's just a change of scenery, right, Sir?"

Goddamn my own words being used against me.

Nicole grabs the things she'll need to start the transfusion.

"Oh, god, I'm going to be sick." Rachel runs to the bathroom.

Sherry sits down next to Alice and curls her fingers around her hand. "Thank you so much, Alice. If you ever need anything, we're here for you."

Alice looks up at me as if she's waiting for approval.

I smile at her.

She drops her eyes and unzips her vest a bit. "Have you seen my sister?" She hands Sherry the photograph.

"I'm afraid not," Sherry sighs, showing the other girls.

"No," Joanna frowns.

Amber shakes her head no.

Nicole looks it over. "No, Sweetie, I'm sorry."

Alice stuffs the picture back in her shirt pocket, disappointed.

That was fucking awful to see a gleam of hope in her eyes and then have it stripped away in an instant.

"You'll find her, Alice. If not in this life, in another," Amber smiles, helping Alice out of her boots.

"Thank you," Alice's voice quivers.

"Sherry, trade me spots so I can take Alice's vitals," Nicole tells her.

Alice's face flushes.

"What's wrong?" Nicole feels her forehead.

"Um." Alice picks at her cuticle. "You're just," she blushes, "in your undergarments."

They all laugh as she blushes an even deeper shade of red.

"Well, we don't get many guests," Nicole smiles, tightening the blood pressure cuff.

"Does it not embarrass you all to be so vulnerable?"

"I've spent more time naked than clothed," Joanna laughs.

"It's just skin, no big deal," Nicole smiles.

"It makes you feel kinda sexy you know?" Amber adds.

"What does?" Rachel asks, shutting the door.

"Alice asked if we get embarrassed to dress like this."

"You can't be a wife and worry about stupid shit like that."

"Alright, that's enough," I snap.

"What? The girl asked. You really think a man wants to fuck someone that dresses like that," she points at Alice, "or this?" She runs her hands down her curves.

"Rachel, go get something to eat," I demand.

"Well... what about—"

"Now," I yell, startling everyone.

"Alright," she whines, slamming the parlor door behind her.

Amber rolls her eyes. "Ignore her. We all do."

"Rachel is just threatened by you. She always has been since that first day Negan brought you up here," Sherry says.

"New fucking subject," I order them.

"I figured out what kind of mural I want to do," Amber smiles.

"That was quick."

"I want to do all the major cities, lit up at night. Starting with New York seen from the Brooklyn Bridge."

"I thought we agreed on titties!"

Sherry hits me in the chest.

"Ow, goddammit, Sherry," I grunt.

Alice lets out a tiny giggle.

"I think it's a great idea. I've never seen New York," Joanna beams.

"Vic is from New York. Maybe he can give you some pointers," Alice suggests.

"Yeah, okay, I'll ask him."

"You fucking stay the hell away from Vic. Do you understand me?"

Amber goes pale and nods.

"That goes for all of you girls, am I clear?"

"Yes, Negan," they say in unison.

"Alice, you, too." I look down when she doesn't respond.

She's sunk into the lounge.

"Oh, gosh!" Nicole feels for a pulse.

"Alice?" I shake her but she doesn't respond.

"Joanna, go get the Doctor, please," Nicole begs.

"What happened?"

"I don't know! I did everything I was supposed to!"

"Stop the fucking transfusion," I yell.

"Okay, yeah, uh." She fumbles around.

"Nicole, get a fucking hold of yourself."

"Yes, Sir." She takes a deep breath and removes the needle from Alice's vein, then checks her pulse. "I think she just passed out." She takes her blood pressure. "It's low, I'm sorry, I should have been monitoring it and not talking."

When the Doctor comes in, he says the same thing as Nicole. "Let her lay her head in your lap." He moves her feet up, raising them up on the armrest. "She'll come around, just give her a few minutes. Nicole, monitor Negan."

She nods nervously and Sherry stands up, letting her sit down.

"You shouldn't need another transfusion. Rest. I'll be back up in a little while to check on you both."

"I'm so sorry, Negan," Nicole stammers as tears spill down her cheeks.

I curl my finger and wipe them away. "He said she's going to be alright."

Nicole sniffs up her nose and takes the blood pressure cuff off.

"Go eat," I tell them. Fuck me, these last forty-eight hours have been insane.

"I want to stay here if that's okay. Unless you want to be alone with her," Sherry says.

"I don't care what you do, I just want her to fucking wake up," I frown.

Sherry kneels down and runs her fingers through some of Alice's hair. "She will—" She cocks her head.

"What is it?"

"Where did she get this scar from?"

"She wouldn't tell me."

"It's like someone tried to cut her ear off."

I wrap my fingers tighter around her vest. "Leave her alone."

"You can put her in my bed."

I put my other hand over her. "No."

"You putting her in your bed?"

"Don't turn this into something it's not. She saved my fucking life and now hers is in danger because of it. Forgive me if I show a little compassion."

"Why do you take it as an insult?"

"Just drop it."

"Fine. I'll do your laundry tomorrow if you put it in the bathroom."

"I need you to sew my jacket. The left arm must have got caught on something. I'll wear my other one until you can get around to it."

Alice lets out an uncomfortable groan. She's frightened and disoriented.

"You're safe," Sherry assures her.

She pulls her feet from the arm of the lounge and curls up into a fetal position. "No," Alice whines. "Four."

"Alice." I give her an abrupt shake.

She springs open her eyes, then completely stills.

I tilt her chin up.

Alice is like two different people at times. The prey or the victim.

If I hadn't just witnessed it, I wouldn't believe that just a second ago, she was almost in tears.

"I'm cold," her dry voice tells me.

I help her sit up and move her close.

Sherry puts a blanket around Alice. "Better?"

She nods.

"Should I get the Doctor?"

"No, I do not require medical attention."

I chuckle, joined by Sherry.

"Do you want your food, Alice?"

"No, thank you."

"You eat it then, Sherry."

"No, I'm exhausted. I'm glad you're back," Sherry smiles, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

I groan, pulling away from her.

Alice rolls her sleeve back down. Her skin is already starting to bruise from the IV.

I stare at Alice's wrist before she covers it up. It's practically mangled. What the fuck did she do to them? "Alice, I'm not going to find you one day with another gun in your mouth, am I?"

She scoots away from me, shaking her head no. "I know I've made poor decisions and I'm sorry you were constantly a witness to them."

I reach down and grab a few folded pieces of paper that slipped out of her pocket. "What's this?"

"The pages from my notebook of the maps you drew to Sanctuary. I meant to give them to you with the others."

"These are yours." I flip her hand over and place them into her palm. "So you can find your way home."

Her brow furrows as she stares at the papers. "Home?"

She deserves her place within the Saviors. It's well overdue. She has proven herself more times than I can count. "You're a goddamn good asset to us, Alice. You always have been. Speak to Carson in the morning about getting you a room."

Her eyes light up. "I don't have to sleep outside anymore?"

"No. You should have had a room a long time ago, but that's on me, and I'm sorry for that."

"Thank you so much, Sir!"

I reach over and wipe some of the dry blood from her cheek. "But you stay here tonight, okay?"

She nods, blushing at my touch.

I take my hand away and carefully try to get off the lounge.

"Sir?"

"Yeah?"

She nervously looks over at Sherry.

"What is it?"

"I really didn't come up here to give you maps," she whispers.

"Why did you come up here?"

"To make sure you were alright."

"Thanks to you, well, the compatibility of our blood."

She doesn't even crack a smile.

"I'm fine, Numbers."

Alice let's out a breathed laugh.

I pull her blanket up a bit. Even across the room, I see the wide-toothed grin Sherry gives me. "Knock it off," I tell her.


I let out a groan, keeping my arm up.

"Almost done," Nicole says, biting her lip.

I ripped my stitches sleeping. This is getting real old, real fucking fast. "Amber, where's Carson and Dwight?"

"They are on their way."

"There." Nicole snips the thread with her scissors. "I'm going to cover it for now."

Joanna helps me put my shirt back on after she's done and it's just in time.

Dwight walks into the parlor, followed by Carson.

"Girls, leave."

Dwight's weary eyes slowly move to Sherry as she walks towards the parlor doors.

She's put on makeup and done her hair up some.

I almost fucking laugh when she gives him a smile.

He clears his throat and turns his attention to me.

"Alright, listen up. Dwight, you're in charge, but I want to be briefed on everything. Bring Davis back from the outpost, put him with Gary on fence detail. Mike, Vic, Connor, and Seth will clear. Take Tara and Marshall with you to scavenge. Now, Carson, I want you to go over everything with Alice. Show her how we do inventory. She can help you on Tuesday. Alice has two maps of Alexandria I want you to take a look at, as well as several others, and keep your wormy fucking hands to yourself."

"I won't touch her," he blushes. "Were you able to find any shoes?"

"Yes, but they're on a truck in Alexandria. As soon as I'm able to, we're going after it. Until then, we just have to make do with what we have."

"I'll go find Alice," Carson beams, hurrying from the parlor.

Dwight waits for the door to shut before he speaks. "About the other day."

"Forgotten."

"I wasn't apologizing."

"Really, now?"

"You were completely fucking out of line the way you disrespected the girls."

"I don't give a fuck," I dismiss him.

"Bullshit. You have Carson hide out in the parlor while you're gone like it's fucking Fort Knox to protect the girls. Alice ain't scavenging because you don't like the idea of her being outside the walls if you're not right be-fucking-side her. Tara should be clearing, not scavenging, but you don't want her with Vic. So don't sit there and tell me you don't give a fuck about the women. Why do you think we left the first group to begin with? Every time you look at Tara, it's like you blame yourself for what those men did to her-"

"Enough," I snap. "Fuck!" The last thing I need is another voice in my head crying out for me to help them.

"I want to be treated with some respect and that means not flaunting in front of me all the ways you're going to fuck my wife."

I let out a heavy sigh and lean back against the lounge. "Dwight, what do you want me to fucking say? This is a fucked up circumstance, but she made her choice." It's not intentional, but what I said crushes him. It takes a lot of restraint on my part to keep Sherry's secret. This unnecessary rift between him and I will eventually culminate. Anything I can say at this point, he'll take as condescending.

He applies a few drops to his eye, but it doesn't explain his other one tearing up.

I want to shake him. Fight for your fucking wife!

"That's really all I wanted to tell you."

Of course it is. He'll just keep everything inside and then one day I'll end up with a fucking arrow through the back of my skull. This is the dark part of my thoughts I don't like. That all my men are out to get me. How can I really even trust Dwight? He's still technically fucking Sherry behind my back. Thinking I'm too goddamn stupid to know.

"Where do you suggest I go look for supplies? Alice is usually the one we go to for that kind of thing."

"You're in charge."

"Sure, I'll just waste time because of your vendetta against me."

"Dwight, cut the fucking theatrics. Go north on 29 and see what you can find."

"Anything in particular?"

"Don't you have a list of inventory?"

"That's right, I forgot."

I rub my brow. Jesus Christ, why the fuck did I put him in charge?

"How long will you be laid up?"

"Do I look like a goddamn doctor?"

"Whatever, I can take a hint."

"Dwight," I call as he heads for the doors. "Don't fuck this up."

"Whatever you say," he looks over his shoulder at me when he opens the door, "Sir," he jeers.

"Don't think a few stitches will keep me from coming over this lounge!"

"Believe me, I know what you're capable of." The door slams violently behind him.

He has no idea what I'm capable of.


Just getting up to take a piss is a fucking ordeal and it about fucking kills me.

"Let me help you back to your room," Joanna offers.

"I ain't helpless." I'm not sure I believe my own words. I stretch my arm out for the lounge and ease myself down. "Fuck. Did I rip them?"

She shakes her head no when she peels the bandage back. "It looks fucking gross though. Nicole," she calls.

Just fucking great. An infection.

"You're awfully warm," Nicole frowns. "Let's leave the bandage off. I'm going to start you on some antibiotics. I'll be right back."

"Want me to take your mind off the pain?"

"Good luck with that," I mumble.

Joanna drops to her knees.

I nudge her away with my foot.

"Come on, are you really going to turn me down?"

"Doctor's orders." Nicole thinks it's best if I don't fuck while my side heals. Joanna's eyes meet mine as we both let out a malicious laugh. I lift my hips up just enough for her to pull the waistband of these pajama pants down. I'm still technically following Nicole's instructions.

"You'll have to do better than that," Joanna teases.

"Fucking forgive me if I'm not the poster dick for viagra the second you decide to jerk me off."

"We don't have long before she comes back."

The idea of her walking in and catching us turns me on.

"And I wasn't going to jerk you off," she smirks, running her tongue up slowly before she takes me in her mouth.

"Yeah," I grunt, clenching a fist of her blonde hair. It doesn't take my mind off the pain, but it comes damn close.

Joanna's lashes sweep up as she locks her eyes with mine.

I know she's trying to be sexy, but it just ain't working. Her eyes creep me the fuck out, they always have. That fucking sickly gray color like undead flesh. I tilt her head down. Much better. "Take that corset off so I can fuck your tits." She moves my hands away when I start to grab at the fabric. "Come on!"

The parlor door shuts and Nicole clears her throat.

"Uh," I simper, taking my hands from Joanna and holding them up. "I was powerless to stop her."

"I'm sure you put up a real fight. Joanna, that's enough, he needs to rest."

"Five minutes, please," I pout.

Nicole drops her hip, crossing her arms.

"If you help, it won't even take that long."

She doesn't budge.

I curl my index finger back and forth at her.

"No."

"Look at that face, though." Joanna holds me by my cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm in real pain!" I push my bottom lip up.

"Oh, alright, but two minutes," Nicole agrees.

I rub my hands together, getting comfortable. I've always had this suspicion that Nicole wants to fuck around with Joanna, but Rachel is too goddamn jealous to let the two of them go at it. It's probably the only reason Nicole agreed. As long as I'm in the middle of it, I don't give a fuck about the reasoning. "Take Joanna's corset off." I love watching them undress each other because someone always ends up with a titty in their mouth. "Yeah," I grin, starting to run my hand up and down on myself.

Nicole flicks her tongue over Joanna's hardening peak, looking at me while she does it. "You starting without us?"

I grin devilishly. "Don't mind me."

"We should make him suffer a bit."

I push my eyebrows together. "What the fuck for?" It's hardly suffering. Rather a front row seat to my own personal show. I want to join them. Maybe that's the suffering part. Well fucking worth it. I wonder what Rachel would think if she saw Joanna between her lover's legs, making her squirm as she leaves her excitement all over Joanna's chin and fingers.

Joanna doesn't let it go to waste as she sucks on her fingers, even offering me a taste.

I lean in, but she decides to slowly brush the tips of her fingers against my lips instead. "Holy fucking fuck."

Nicole takes a hold of Joanna's wrist and licks her fingers clean.

I can't take it anymore and they are far from done because Nicole returns the favor. I'm not even touching myself anymore and I'm about to mess up a perfectly good pair of pajama pants. Sherry is going to love washing these. I push them down a little farther just in case. My eyes widen when I watch Nicole ease two fingers in Joanna and sends Joanna into several overwhelming spasms. Goddamn, I don't even think I've made a woman come that good before. I want a taste of Joanna, too! It's the only lips I'll allow against mine. "Okay, I've suffered enough, both of you on your knees."

"I don't think so."

"Unless you want to redo these stitches again, I'm telling you right fucking now, I have." I snap my fingers and point at the floor in front of me. "Now." They made me suffer so I'm going to drag this out as long as I possibly can.

"Let's get these off." Joanna tosses my pajama pants to the side.

I don't really like being completely naked when I fuck. My pants are almost always partially down or at least around my ankles.

Nicole licks one side of me while Joanna gets the other.

I've forgotten all about my discarded pants. Instead, I eagerly wait for their tongues to meet as they giggle each time it happens. "Let me fuck those titties," I beg Joanna.

Nicole takes my hardened length in her mouth, making sure I'm nice and slick.

"Fuck yes," I growl.

Joanna rises up just enough for me to thrust between her.

Nicole pushes them together, confining my dick tightly.

I throw my head back, letting Joanna do all the work.

Nicole drags her tongue across Joanna, licking me when I poke out.

"I'm going to fucking explode," I moan.

"Not just yet."

I almost cry when they stop. "What the fuck did you two stop fo— Oh, goddamn, fuck me." This right here is my absolute fucking favorite.

Joanna licks my balls and I'm given head by Nicole.

"Just like that," I hiss through my clenched teeth, holding them by the back of their heads. I can tell Nicole's getting frustrated that it's taking so long. That, and I'm not Joanna.

"My turn," Joanna demands, ready to throw Nicole out of the way.

Thank Christ. I'm on the edge of my fucking seat waiting to slide myself between her rouge lips.

"I know just what he likes."

That she fucking does. This takes me back to the times I used to cash my check only to give it all to her. I don't regret any of it. She was worth every penny.

"I know just what makes his eyes roll back in his head."

I exhale heavily, not able to get another breath in fast enough.

"What makes his moans turn into yells."

"Fuck!" Now the harlot is just toying with me. They both are. My hips begin to buck against Joanna's hand as it works away, making up for what she can't fit into her mouth. Several harsh groans leave my throat as my muscles stiffen. I don't warn her as I release into her mouth and her eyes widen. "Goddamn," I yell. I almost kick Nicole by accident. "Don't you fucking stop." Joanna lets out a muffled sound when I push her head up and down even faster. One day they'll fucking learn. Until then, I don't mind taking control. I let out another moan, shooting one last time in her mouth before I pull out. I start laughing when I see the still surprised look on Joanna's face as she swallows hard. "That's what you fucking get for making me suffer."

Joanna licks her swollen lips. "You should see your face right now."

I throw myself back as my heavy eyelids start to close. "I'm fucking cured. It's a goddamn miracle!"

Nicole gets to her feet. "Five minutes my ass."

"Give me twenty more and we'll do it again."

"No." She hands me my pants.

"But—"

"I said no," Nicole snaps.

"Help me in my fucking pants then," I grunt, throwing them back on the floor.

"I know what you're thinking. Sex with Lucille is out, too."

"That's bullshit!"

"Just until the stitches come out."

"Well," I sigh, "how long until that happens?

"Wednesday."

That's nothing. I can do this shit.

"Next Wednesday," Nicole informs me when she sees my smug look.

"Nine days?!" I slither farther down the lounge. No sex? For nine fucking days?

"Now go to your bedroom and don't come out. You need to rest and I'm very serious, Negan," Nicole reprimands me.

What a shitload of fuck. What the fuck am I supposed to do for nine motherfucking days?