Sarah turns on her side, covering her head with a pillow as light spills in through the tatty curtains. Had something woken her? Fuck it, she thinks, it's early.

She hears an impatient knock on her door. Raising her head in confusion, she wonders who would be knocking at this time of the morning.

Before she has the chance to get one foot out of bed, a key turns in the lock, and her heartbeat suddenly quickens. There's only one person who has a key to every door in the sanctuary, and that's Negan. Generally, she'd be more than happy to have Negan in her bedroom, but the fact that she's wearing his t-shirt, his t-shirt that she'd taken without his permission, made her feel sickly.

She jumps back under the covers, lifting them almost to her chin just as he steps through the door, closing it behind himself.

"The fuck have you been doing? I've been knocking for five fucking minutes." Negan frowns.

"Really?" Sarah raises an eyebrow.

"Well.. no, not exactly five minutes, but close enough."

"Is there something wrong?"

"I wanna go out on a run. John said he saw a warehouse a few miles east of the satellite outpost, looks like one of those supply places they set up early on, fucking crawling with dead fucks."

"So, you're thinking it might be untouched?"

"Exactly." Negan smiles. His smile turns to a frown. "You fucking sick or some shit?"

"No.. why?"

"Because you've got those covers pulled up so damn high, like you've got a cold or something." Negan sits down beside her and tugs on the covers, his brows furrowed as he takes note of her t-shirt, or rather his t-shirt. "The fuck?" He frowns. "Where did you get that?"

"I'm sorry," she barely whispers, her cheeks crimson.

"Seriously though, where did you fucking get that?"

"I.. i snagged it off your bedroom floor.. when you weren't looking."

Negan stares at her, not sure whether to be flattered or creeped out. "You took my fucking t-shirt?"

"It.. it smells nice, and, it helps me sleep. I'm sorry, you can have it back if you want?"

Negan tugs the covers down a little more till the tops of her thighs are showing, and he wonders what she's wearing underneath. As his eyes catch sight of her erect nipples pressing against his t-shirt, he's convinced she's wearing nothing. He fights the urge to tell her he wants it back, that she should take it off right there and then, so he can see if she's completely naked beneath. It would be so easy to put her over his knee, show her what happens to naughty girls who take his shit. As he gazes up at her, it's as if she can read his mind, her eyes full of want.

"Do you want me to take it off?" She smiles.

Negan bites on his lip before rising to his feet. "No, you can keep it, sweetheart. Looks fucking good on you." He smirks. "Just, don't go taking anymore of my shit, okay?"

Sarah breathes a sigh of relief. "Yes, sir."

Negan's eyes darken a little. He leans over her, curling his fingers beneath her chin. "Don't do that," he growls lowly, sending a shiver straight through her entire body. "You better promise me you're gonna be a good girl, and do exactly what i fucking say."

"Yes, Negan," she almost whimpers, licking her lips. "I promise."

Negan presses his lips softly against hers with a smirk. "Good. Now get dressed, i wanna see you out front in twenty."


Negan pulls up a good distance from the warehouse, one other truck behind him. He hadn't seen the sense in bringing more, what with them being unsure as to whether there was anything of use inside.

The ride there had been mostly silent, Sarah sat beside him throwing lustful glances his way, but he never took his eyes off the road, not once.

"Right, fuckers." Negan stands in front of the others, the others being John and Arat. "Doesn't look like there's too many dead fucks outside, we take them out quickly and quietly, no guns, understand?" They nod in unison. "Good. Sarah, you're with me."

Sarah smiles, taking the knife from her belt. She follows him towards the warehouse, watching his every step, her eyes hypnotised by the sway of his hips. Focus idiot! He won't pick you again if you fuck things up!

"Heads-up," Sarah whispers as one of the dead stumbles towards them.

"I got it." Negan smirks, swinging Lucille and crushing it's skull.

Sarah watches him in awe, silently wishing she had something as cool as Lucille to put down the dead with. She wonders where he got the name from, and since he doesn't seem to get emotionally attached to women, she guesses it was his mother's name.

She takes out four of the dead, having no close calls, Negan taking out five. The four of them meet at the front doors of the warehouse, Negan stroking his beard deep in thought.

"How many you reckons in there?" John asks.

"Fuck knows." Negan shrugs. "Could be ten, could be a fucking hundred." He frowns, watching as the doors open and close as the dead push against them, only a chain keeping them from bursting through. "Go get the bolt cutters," Negan orders Arat.

Arat walks back from the truck, handing Negan the bolt cutters. "You two." He gestures towards Arat and John. "Start the truck up, you got any music in that shit heap?"

"Sure." John nods.

"Good, play it as loud as it'll go. I'm gonna cut this chain, and you two drive off slowly, lead the dead fucks away from here."

"Where we leading them?" Arat asks.

"Get fat Joey on the radio, don't think he's too far from here. Once it's done, get your asses back here."

John and Arat nod in unison, making their way over to the truck.

"What do you want me to do?" Sarah asks.

"Take this." Negan hands her a silencer. "I'm gonna run round the side soon as those fucking doors burst open, i'm gonna need you to take out any stragglers, quietly."

Sarah nods, placing the silencer on the end of her gun.

"You are a good shot, aren't you? Because i'm gonna need you over there." Negan gestures towards the woods. "So they don't fucking see you."

"Yeah, i can hit them from over there."

"Soon as they start following that truck, get your ass to the back of the warehouse, we'll take out any left over together."

"You sure you don't want me to cut the chain?" She asks.

Negan raises an eyebrow. "You don't think i'm fucking up to it or some shit?"

"Don't be fucking ridiculous. I just.. i worry about you."

"Aww, well that's fucking sweet as shit, but i'm a big boy, and i didn't get to be leader of the Saviors by standing on the fucking sidelines. Now come on, beautiful. Let's get this fucking show on the road."

Sarah nods, running for the woods, keeping the warehouse doors in her sights. She watches as Negan kneels down, her heart pounding as rotten hands creep out through the gap in the door. She aims her gun, hoping to God that if she has to use it, her aim is true.

Arat and John blast the stereo, Negan taking that as his signal to cut the chain. Sarah watches him dart to the right as the doors swing open. Most of the dead go straight for the truck, but a couple veer off towards Negan. She fires her gun, hitting one in the shoulder, not what she was going for, but it's enough to make it stumble, giving Negan more time to get the fuck out of there before the other dead fucks notice.

Sarah fights the urge to run for the warehouse, Negan's orders being to wait, but with him out of sight, her stomach rolls at the thought of him fighting them alone. She shoots at another dead thing veering off towards the back of the warehouse, getting a clear headshot this time, smiling proudly.

After thirty seconds of watching the sizable herd following the truck like clockwork, she races towards the warehouse, eager to check on Negan.

Negan grapples with one of the dead, a second ready to take a chunk out of his arm. Sarah races forward, pulling at the back of it's hair, it's scalp coming away as she grabs it. Unable to take out her knife, she shoots it in the back of the head at close range, blood splattering across her face before it drops to the ground.

Negan kicks at the dead thing in front of him, picking Lucille up off the ground and swinging her downwards, turning the walking corpses face into mush. He stands tall, wiping at his sweat covered brow.

"You okay?" Sarah asks.

"Yeah, weren't too many. Nice fucking headshot by the way, i saw that." Negan smiles. "The rest follow the truck?"

"Yeah. It's a good thing we didn't just open those doors and wing it, i'd say there were close to thirty from the looks of it, maybe more."

"Let's go see." Negan turns back, making his way round the corner.

They wait, watching as the rest of the herd begins to clear off, much more than thirty from the looks of it.

"You did good," Negan whispers, Sarah jumping a little. "Even getting that dead fuck in the shoulder, from that distance, pretty fucking impressive, sweetheart."

"I thought you might be pissed at me about that?"

"Fuck no. You bought me some time, and i'm still fucking breathing, so don't beat yourself up."

Sarah smiles proudly, and as she leans against the wall, Negan so close she can feel the heat radiating off him, she squeezes her thighs together in an attempt to dampen her own heat that is suddenly building.

Negan rests his hand against the wall, placing his fingers beneath her chin. He presses his lips softly against hers, stroking his thumb over her jaw. "I can read you like a goddamn book." Negan smirks. "Come on, let's go see if this was all fucking worthwhile."


It's dark inside, the musty smell of damp and decay filling their nostrils, neither covering their noses, long since used to the stench.

Shining their torches into the darkness over rows of cardboard boxes, their faces drop in disappointment.

"Fuck, fucking, fuckers! Goddamn idiots could've thought to use plastic." Negan frowns as he takes out a small bag of flour from inside one of the boxes, watching as it falls apart in his hands, damp long since set in.

Sarah shines her torch a few rows down, her face lighting up. "Looks they had the sense to pack some up in plastic."

Negan makes his way over to where her torch is shining, relief washing over him. "Thank fuck for that. It's not been a total fucking waste of our time after all."

"A lot of these have cans inside," she says, glancing inside the cardboard boxes.

Negan scans the warehouse, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. "Looks like there's some good shit in here. Should be enough to tide us over for a good fucking while."

"Should we start loading up while they're gone?"

He nods, shining a light over the boxes as he walks down the makeshift aisles. "You're right about these cardboard ones, we've got cans, toothpaste, soap, all kinds of shit. Look like fucking care packages."

"That's exactly what they are," Sarah whispers, her throat suddenly dry.

"You okay?" Negan asks.

"Yeah, i'm fine."

"You don't look it," he says, making his way over. Negan pulls down a plastic box, parking his ass upon it.

"I was just thinking about before, that's all."

"Oh." Negan drops his head, rubbing at his beard. Suddenly he remembers how young she is, and that she most likely lost both parents, that tied in with the dead coming to life, she'd been through a lot in such a short time. "How did you lose them?"

Sarah looks down at him, her brows furrowed. "Who?"

"Your parents, you can talk about it, if you want to. I'm not a complete fucking asshole you know."

"I didn't.. they died a long time ago."

Negan stares at her, his eyes wide. "Shit, i'm sorry."

"My Aunt took care of me, but she worked away a lot, used to send me boxes like this all the time. She was nice though, used to bring me presents and shit when she got back. I liked her more than my parents to be honest."

Negan raises an eyebrow, contemplating asking why, but thinks better of it. "So you pretty much raised yourself?"

"Pretty much. My Aunt was away when everything happened, never got to know if she made it or not."

"So, you were alone?" Negan tilts his head sympathetically.

"Yeah, but i'm not now." Sarah smiles. "The Saviors are my family."

"Weird fucking family." Negan chuckles.

"Did you have a family?" His jaw clenches, and she instantly regrets asking him.

"No, and i'd rather not talk about before."

"Sure." She nods, wondering why he asked her about before if he didn't want to talk about it.

"We should load this shit up," Negan says coldly as he turns away from her.


Sarah lies on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She felt frustrated to say the least. The day had gone so well. Not only had they brought back a shit load of goodies, but she'd also impressed Negan. But after their talk in the warehouse, he'd barely spoken to her, other than to say she could take first pick from the boxes.

She'd picked nothing, going straight to her room after arriving back at the Sanctuary.

Sarah hears a knock at the door, unsure whether she can be bothered to answer, that is until she hears Negan's gravelly voice calling her from the other side. She jumps off the bed, opening the door to him.

"Hey, can i come in?"

"Sure." She smiles, stepping aside. Negan sits down on her bed, minus Lucille and his leather jacket. She leans against the door, closing it with her ass.

"Sit the fuck down." Negan pats the space beside him. "I don't bite.. unless you want me to." He smirks. Her face lights up a little as she sits down beside him. "I wanted to apologise for earlier."

"Really? What for?"

"You know what for. You did real fucking good. Took out the dead, saved my ass, and we came back with a shit load of supplies. Then i put a massive fucking downer on it by making you feel like shit for asking a simple fucking question." Negan rubs at his temples. "I just.. i don't like talking about before, people i lost."

"That's okay. You don't have to talk about it."

He nods in reply, showing that even though he's sorry, he still meant what he said. Negan offers her a smile, brushing her hair from her face. "You looked hot as hell out there. It suits you, being a fucking badass."

"You looked pretty damn hot yourself.. but then you always do."

Negan tilts his head, biting on his lip. "Why do you like me so much? I mean, what the fuck is it that you see in me? I get why my wives like me, because of what i do for them, but you?" Negan shakes his head. "You don't need someone to take care of you."

"I love you," she says without a seconds pause. Negan stares at her, a little taken aback. "You're everything i want, and everything i wish i could be."

Negan brushes his fingers over her neck, pulling her close as he kisses her fiercely, biting on her lip as he struggles to pull away. "You do realise, that if you give yourself to me, i can't let anyone else have you. You have to be mine."

"I do, and that's exactly how i want it," she says breathlessly against his lips. "You do want me, don't you?"

"Like you wouldn't fucking believe. I won't change, Sarah. If you think you can change me, then you'll be sorely disappointed."

"I don't wanna change you," she whispers, and as the words leave her mouth, she's not sure they're entirely true.

Negan kisses her forehead before rising to his feet. "I'm going out on a run tomorrow."

"Anywhere specific?"

"I wanna push further out. We've got Hilltop producing, but we can't just rely on them alone. We need more. I could be gone for a few days, maybe even a week."

"Oh." Sarah looks down at her feet in disappointment.

"I want you to come with me."

She lifts her head, her eyes wide. "I.. really? I thought you always have John go on scouting missions?"

"I do, but you showed real fucking potential today, and you're much better to fucking look at than John." Negan smiles.

Sarah jumps off the bed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she buries her face in his chest. Negan frowns a little, not normally being comfortable with such displays of affection, but he relaxes a little, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"You won't regret this, i promise!" Sarah practically beams, her mind running wild at the thought of them being alone for the next few days.

"I'm sure i fucking won't," Negan says. "Make sure you get an early night, we leave first thing."