Chapter 8:

5:30 am.

Negan woke up with an unhappy groan. He sat up and rubbed his face. Getting up he moved into his bathroom and washed his face then looked to himself in the mirror. He didn't know why but his past with Camille took over his dreams last night. Negan scoffed and looked at himself again as he dried off his face.

"Fucking..." he cursed and sighed, not able to get much else. His brain figured out why he had been so distressed. She was his last physical memory of his past, otherwise, he had left it all behind. It had to be that. Leaving his bathroom he ran his fingers thru his hair and stepped out into his living room and stopped seeing her sleep soundly on his couch.

Moving over to her, he kneeled by her head and reached out to pet her hair. "Sorry to wake you, Camille," he mused quietly. As he watched her squirm to wake up, this urge to protect and watch-over her swelled within him.

Her eyes opened and she smiled sleepily, "Hey...wow, everyone wakes up early around here?" she asked.

"Not this early, I just wanted to get you acclimated to your life here, but first you can shower and I'll fix us some breakfast," he said to her warmly.

"You're still taking care of me after all these years, you know I can survive on my own...well, unless I get sucker punched," she laughed as she sat up.

Negan stood up, "True, that's really fuckin true, but no one is doing that to you again without meeting Lucille," he smirked.

Camille looked at him inquisitively.

"Oh, I named my most favorite weapon, my bat, after her," he grinned.

Camille chuckled, "Nice, okay, off to the shower I go," she said and grabbed her bag and headed to his bathroom before too long she was under some hot water.

Negan got himself changed then moved into the kitchen to get them a hot breakfast started. Just when he was putting the food on their plates she stepped out looking refreshed and happy.

She stopped tho and looked at him, he looked at her. She wore a red graphic tee-shirt and a pair of faded black jeans and boots. A leather jacket cooly covering her upper body.

"Well...I'm not changing," she told him.

He smirked, "Take the damn thing off, you look better in it than me," he said.

Chuckling she took it off and tossed it on her bag on his couch then sat down. "Holy shit real food," she said her eyes going big at the sight of eggs, bacon and toast...then immediately dug in.

Negan watched her for a moment, shaking his head with a smile and dug in himself. Once they had eaten some, he wiped his mouth and looked to her. "Hey...while you're here, I want to reiterate, you're my guest. You have free reign okay?" he reminded her.

She finished a piece of bacon, "I do appreciate that but I rather work at least somewhat," she mused.

He rolled his eyes, "Where did you get your fuckin work ethic from? If I remember right your old man and mother were lazy fucks," he smirked.

She laughed, "A work ethic was inspired in me by watching those two fail at everything and needing my big sister to practically raise me."

"Ah, makes sense. Okay...if you want to work and help me out then I will make you my personal assistant. Sounds like a job most of you college kids end up getting," he remarked which got him a response of a tongue sticking out at him.

"So what will this job entail?" she asked.

"A bunch of little but fuckin important things. Bringing me food and drink, making sure I have dinner ready when I return here for the night, making sure things are ready for date night with the wives...just the real gritty shit that I'm too busy to do," he smirked. "Gopher things."

"Oh fun," she laughed but shrugged, "also..the wiveS thing..well-done sir," she said and gave him a fist bump. "If I ever got enough power, I would totally have a harem of my own," she grinned.

"A bunch of dudes waiting for one woman?" he questioned.

"Uh, dudes AND chicks thank you, college was very enlightening for me when it came to the female form," she winked at him.

"Godamnit you just keep reminding me why I fuckin adore you," he laughed.

Negan took the rest of the day showing her around and introducing her to everyone who mattered. Camille also met his wives who were happy to see her in a better place but slightly upset that she was happy to be around Negan. Afterwards, he let her explore some and get to know the area. In the evening they had dinner, talked for multiple hours then headed to bed.