Lennon sat in bed, waiting for the return of Negan. I don't want to share a bed with anyone here, especially if they're anything like dumb and dumber. She thought looking at her bare feet. She was exhausted and began to nod off.

The door swung open and Lennon sat straight up, with wide eyes. Sure enough, in walked Negan. He looked quite tired too. I'm surprised he's not making one of his many minions figure this problem out, or even dismiss it all and all. Lennon thought looking up at the towering figure.

"Ok darlin', here's the thing, I'm sure you don't want to be cooped up with some stranger and vice versa, and I cannot trust you just quite yet so am not willing to put one of my people at risk…" He said pacing the room.

"It's ok, I'll be fine." Lennon said bunching up the sheets in her hands.

"Wait for me to finish my sentence sweet heart." He said impatiently as he ran a hand through his voluminous hair. "There's this dog we found about a month ago, he was being trained to be my guard dog, but I'm pretty bad ass as it is, so you could probably use him more than me. What do ya say?" He said flashing that infamous smile.

"Yes!" Lennon said without giving it a second thought. She loved animals and hadn't had the company of one in a long time.

Negan chuckled, "Shit, you didn't even have to think about that, huh? I'll have one of the guys bring him in. He's a big love, his name is Roscoe." He said as he began to walk out.

"Wait, Negan?!" Lennon said quickly.

"What is it darlin'? He asked standing at the door way.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it." She said as she forced a smile on her face.

"Hey, this ensures that I get a good night's sleep, and that is all that matters to me." He said coldly, and exited the room.

Damn, he is a hard one to read. He can be so nice one minute and the next he's a fucking prick. At least I get a dog now! She thought leaning back and crossing her arms. I wonder if Daryl's ok, and the others. Knowing them they made it back. I hope they're not too worried about me, I think I'll be alright, just need to play along for a bit.

"Here." Scar face let a big, burly dog into the room. The dog ran over to Lennon, tail wagging wildly. He spun in circles.

"Hello handsome!" She said in a baby voice and joining him on the ground. "Who's the best looking pup, it's you, huh?" She said cupping his large face in her hands. He started licking her with his big tongue. Lennon began laughing. "Ok boy, ok!" She said.

Roscoe looked to be a Rottweiler mix of some sort. He was about 100 pounds and around five years old.

"Here's his food bowl, water bowl and a blanket." Dwight said placing the stuff on the floor. He sounded disappointed.

"Thanks, were you the one training him?" She asked patting Roscoe on the head as it rested on her legs.

"Yeah."

"Well you've been doing something right since he's so sweet."

"I guess, he doesn't normally take to people so quickly." He said looking at his shoes.

"Well I am a dog whisperer." Lennon said jokingly.

Dwight shrugged his shoulders.

"Thanks…Dwight."

"Yup." He said and abruptly left.

Lennon got up on her bed and Roscoe quickly joined her. She wrapped her arms around him and quickly dozed off, nightmare free.

She woke up hoping that last night was some type of bad dreamed. She slowly opened her eyes, hoping to be in her room, with Daryl lying next to her. No luck. She sighed and rolled over and was face to face with Roscoe who was happily wagging his tail.

"Hey boy!" She said smiling and patting his big head.

She stretched and got up. Hmm, Dwight must have left this bag of dog food for Roscoe without me noticing. Weird to find that in the apocalypse still. She thought pouring him some food. He inhaled it, drank some water and sat by the door.

"Let me guess, you need to go potty? Me too." She said as Roscoe cocked his head.

There was a knock at the door and it opened. It was Dwight.

"Hey, Negan wants to see you. Here are your clothes, I'll take Roscoe out once I escort you to Negan's office." Dwight said handing Lennon a pile of neatly folded clothes.

"Thanks." She said as he leashed up the dog and waited outside the door.

Lennon quickly got dressed and grabbed that sad, blurry, card board mirror off the ground. She looked in it and surprisingly a lot of the swelling had gone down on her face. The bruising was still there but looked slightly better.

She took her hair down and ran her hands through it. It was still damp from the shower, but very wavy so she left it down, also in hopes of hiding her face.

"You ready?" Dwight asked.

"Yup." She said and he opened the door.

"Do I need to be blind folded?"

"Nope, come on, this way." He said as Roscoe trotted in front of him.

They walked down the hall, taking a left here and a right there, then walking up some stairs, then a right and a left and so on. Soon enough they stopped at a large door.

"Here ya go." Dwight said pointing at it and beginning to walk away.

"Wait!" Lennon yelped.

"You're on your own, don't worry, he only bites…sometimes." He said in a flat voice and disappeared down the hall.

Lennon took a deep breath and knocked on the door twice.

"Who is it?" Said a disgruntled voice.

"Lennon."

"Come in."

Lennon entered the room, it was a large office. The shelves that surrounded the room were packed with books. To the right there was a large, bay window with what was maybe once a nice view. Near it, two leather couches faced each other, with a coffee table in between them. In the back of the room was where Negan's desk was. There was paperwork scattered across the area.

He looked up from a folder he was observing. He was wearing black framed glasses, the kind Buddy Holly would wear. His leather jacket was draped on his chair. He had a black, crew neck t-shirt, and his hair was perfectly slicked back, not a single piece out of line. His bat lay against his desk, never too far from him.

He took his glasses off and smiled up at Lennon, "Damn! Even with a fucked up face you still clean up nice." He said leaning back in his chair and looking her over. Lennon awkwardly rubbed her arm. Why do I always shut down with this guy and his asshole remarks? She thought as she felt her face turning red. Oh no! Since she was quite pale, it was always very obvious when she blushed.

"Shit, am I making you all hot darlin'?" He asked smirking.

"N-no." She said tucking her hair behind her ear.

He just chuckled and said to her, "Have a seat." She pulled out a chair that sat across from his desk and nearly knocked his bat down.

"Woah that is no way to treat my darling Lucille!" He said. Is he serious? Because he actually sounds offended. Lennon thought as her heart began to race.

"S-sorry?" Fuck I didn't want that to come out like a question, but seriously though, is this guy nuts?

"I'm sorry, but is that a question? You better be fuckin' sorry sweet heart." He said angrily as he got up and grabbed Lucille, swinging her around.

"She is my one true love, and I don't need anyone to be fucking with her." He said pointing her at Lennon's face.

"I'm sorry, Lucille." Lennon said as serious as she could.

"That's better, apology accepted." He said taking a seat, still holding his beloved Lucille.

"Moving on, I wanted to make you a proposition, one you can't pass up. If you do you're fucking crazy." There was a pause. Should I say anything? Lennon thought looking into his eyes, with a confused look on her face.

"Shit darlin'! Do I really scare you that fucking bad?" He let out a malevolent laugh and Lennon shuddered.

"What is your proposition?" Oh holy one. Lennon thought clenching her jaw.

"Fuck, I've hurt your feelings now?" At this point he had lovingly propped Lucille up behind him and slammed his hands, hard onto the desk. Lennon jumped, which of course caused him to laugh.

She was becoming angry, and impatient. Who the hell does this guy think he is? She thought as she unconsciously grinded her teeth.

"Get to your fucking point." She blatantly said. She knew she should feel scared after saying that, but was tired of being jerked around.

The smile immediately dropped from his face and his eyes grew darker, which didn't seem possible.

"Excuse fucking me?!" He said putting emphasis on excuse.

"You heard me." She said staring at the man, who could easily take her life right then and there.

"Well fuck me." He said as a smile crept upon his face. This man really is crazy.

"You're kind of a bad ass chick. I thought you were a big ol' pussy, but boy was I fucking wrong." He said getting up and walking towards Lennon. "I must admit…" He was now behind her and placed his hands on the back of her chair, placing his lips closely to Lennon's ear, "that makes me really, fucking, hard." He whispered the last part, which sent shivers down Lennon's spine.

She sat there frozen, he licked his lips, stood up and walked back over to his chair. He had a huge, Cheshire cat grin on his face and took a seat.

"That turn you on darlin'?"

"Not in one bit." Lennon lied, squeezing her thighs together.

"How will you help contribute to The Saviors?" He asked folding his hands in his lap. "You know, I was thinking you could be the newest edition to my wives." He said matter of fact.

Is this guy fucking serious? Wives, and how many? He's one sick fuck! I hadn't misheard Dwight last night talking to the doctor.

"Huh? You want a girl you call ugly twice to be one of your wives?" She says in disgust.

"Shit woman! You have fucking bangin' body, so fuck yes I do! And who knows what you look like once your face clears up." He said lightly laughing. "Being one of my wives has its perks. You don't have to work for points, get anything you desire, basically you just sit and look pretty." He said making this sound like one hell of an offer she couldn't pass up.

"Um, no thanks." Lennon said dryly.

Negan looked at her wide eyed…maybe even disappointed? No, not Negan.

"God damn darling, you're breaking my heart! If you do ever change your mind, the offer will still be on the table." He said resting his ankle up on his grounded leg.

"Oh man, I'll definitely keep that in mind." Lennon said with a fake smile.

"What the fuck do you have to offer me then?" He asked trying to read her face.

"I use to work with animals, I could maybe in some way be helpful to the medical center."

Negan stroked his chin, thinking for a minute. "I'll talk to Dr. Elliot and see what he says. People and animals aren't all that different, and we really could use more people so I would see why not." He said in all seriousness, which is a first for this whole conversation. "I'll get back to you by the end of today."

"Sounds good to me."

"This whole place runs on points from work. Points equal food and basic necessities. Since you've been out the first week and used up some of our supplies I'll be taking half of what you earn for a few weeks, unless of course you change your mind?" Has asked as his lip curled up.

"I'll be waiting for Dr. Elliot's answer." Lennon said smiling.

"It's your loss darlin'." He said scanning her body one last time. "Now get the fuck out of my office!"