During the following month, Audrey was given a gun and was shown the procedure on top of the North tower where she was positioned. There wasn't much action, she had shot a couple of walkers, but nothing much else. Audrey did, however, have the pleasure of watching Negan talk to his men at the front gates every morning before getting into his truck and possibly heading to a settlement to collect his scavenged goods. She was slightly surprised she hadn't seen Rick, or anyone from Alexandria come and find her, but in a way she was thankful also. No-one else needed to die, and she wanted to stay here. She felt like she had a purpose - but something was missing - and that something was Pablo.

She'd tried approaching Negan in the week to ask him, but he was almost always away, or super busy with other Saviours. After their heated session in her room, he didn't come to visit her, and he kept his distance. In a way, Audrey felt a twinge of fear that he had lost all interest in her - her nightmare coming back to haunt her. Some nights, she heard banging and moaning coming from the other wives rooms. She wasn't 100% sure whether it was Negan in there, or another male Saviour cashing in his points.

That morning however, the air was crisp and Audrey had to wear a woollen hat and scarf. It was even colder up in the towers, and she had to stay in the same position for hours on end. Sometimes her walkie-talkie would crackle into life, signalling a post swap which was sweet relief for her feet.

Her mealtimes were mostly spent alone and consisted purely of vegetables; sometimes the odd roll of bread. Meat cost points, and she had barely any, but sometimes she was given scraps of meat leftover from roasted pig carcasses on the coldest days - as were all guards.

She particularly enjoyed it when they made thick vegetable soup, as she would pour it into a battered thermos and drink it on the towers, watching the sunset.

Audrey kept her eyes on Negan as he went about his usual rounds in the courtyard. He lined his men up, gave them a quick pep talk, and loaded them all into trucks. She would look down the scope on her gun to get a better view of his face. Sometimes he would sense her looking at him and snap his head up to catch her. There were plenty of occasions where Audrey has almost dropped her rifle doing this.

This time though, he didn't look up, and she was able to gaze at his rugged face and marvel at his amazing smile. Her tongue ran across her teeth as she undressed him with her mind, a silent pleasure of hers.

Negan didn't get in the truck, he walked back into the building. This struck Audrey as odd, since he's been out of those gates every day this month. Perhaps he just fancied a break, she thought. Her watch continued, but her walkie-talkie buzzed. A swap already? She answered the radio, 'Audrey, North tower, over.'

The guard which was taking her over replied, 'Just finishing up a quick errand, will need to take over in a sec, over.'

Audrey shrugged, her shift finishing earlier than usual was a bonus in her eyes. She peered down the scope of her rifle and looked into the distance. The black trucks were just disappearing over the horizon.

'Pretty impressive gun.' A voice came from behind her.

Audrey spun around and aimed at the voice.

'Whoa! Shit! Be careful with that bad boy!' Negan was stood there, hands in the air. 'You could blow me into fucking pieces with that thing.' He had his familiar smirk on his lips.

Audrey lowered the gun and narrowed her eyes.

'Miss me?' Negan extended his arms out for a hug, but she didn't move.

'Where've you been all month?'

'I'm a very busy man, Audrey. I got shit to do, and so do you.' He dropped his arms and leant against the side of the tower. He twirled his finger in the air. 'Turn back around and watch the damn gates.'

Audrey sighed and rolled her eyes, she turned back around and bent down, resting her elbows on the wooden watchtower railing. She cocked up the gun and looked down the scope again. 'Negan, I need to ask you something.' She spoke, keeping her eye on the horizon.

'Ask away.'

'Back at Alexandria, I had a dog...Pablo.'

'Ah! You're that dog lady, I remember now. Fuck, he's a scary-ass dog.'

'I need him here. I don't even know if he's alive.'

Negan took a deep breath, 'Where are we gonna keep a goddamn dog?'

'He'll stay with me, he can eat the leftover bones from the meat in the kitchens. They just get thrown out and burned anyway.'

'I dunno, people aren't gonna like it.'

'You're their fucking leader, Negan.'

Negan raised his eyebrows and gave a wide smile. Approaching Audrey closer, he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lowering her body onto hers. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

Audrey tensed from the initial shock, but soon relaxed and a grin crept onto her face. She was still facing away.

'Stay focused.' Negan growled, planting a kiss on her neck, 'I missed you.'

Hearing this made Audrey giggle, 'You're going soft.'

'Not quite.' Negan pushed his pelvis against Audrey, and she felt something against her leg.

'Is that your gun?' She smiled.

'I'm unarmed.' He chuckled, kissing her again on the neck, and moving down onto her shoulder.

'You can't just ignore me for a month, then do this.' Audrey tried to reign in the seriousness of the situation again.

Negan stopped kissing and rested his chin on her again. 'You're fuckin' right.'

She could hear him sigh in her ear, and a sullen expression washed over her face. Am I being too bitchy? She pondered, constantly doubting her approach on this. 'I've...missed you too, you know.' She lowered the gun, but kept faced the opposite way, 'I thought I pissed you off or something. I've not spoken to you since I arrived.'

'That's my fault.' Negan stated, 'I've been meaning to come see you, but - shit - I've been so busy. I've only been able to see you now because I've sent Dwight on a pointless fucking errand.' Negan landed a single kiss on her neck, 'In a fucked up way, I guess I don't want anyone knowing about you. I wanted you all to myself like some selfish prick. Shit, if word got out that I was treating you like this, my other men would want in on it too, like all my other wives. And trust me, have you seen some of the motherfuckers? I wouldn't want their faces panting over me, shit!' Negan gave a shudder.

Pleased with what she was hearing, Audrey slowly pushed her behind against Negan's pelvis. 'You can be as selfish as you want.'

Negan smirked and gently bit the section of skin at the crook of her neck, whilst running his hands down the sides of her body. His hands reached her behind and he gave a firm squeeze. He then ran his hands up her hips, across her stomach and grabbed her breasts. Audrey gasped as he fondled her, her hands began to shake.

'Keep steady.' Negan teased, 'Keep your hands on that gun.'

'But-'

'Steady.' Negan's left hand wandered under her shirt and caressed her breast a little more closely, his right hand, however, fell down over her stomach and slid down the front of her pants. He continued kissing her neck and could feel her quivering against his lips.

Negan's right hand went a little lower and Audrey gave a sharp gasp. 'Negan!'

He laughed against the back of her shoulder and concentrated bringing Audrey to the peak of her ecstasy. The gun was rattling on its stand, and Audrey was no longer keeping an eye on things, her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in the midst of it all. Audrey kept grinding herself against him, and when she couldn't take anymore, her knees buckled causing her to fall to the floor, the gun falling in her lap.

Negan crouched down next to her, his grin reaching ear to ear. Audrey grabbed the back of his head and hit him with a kiss as she panted for breath.

'So is that a yes about Pablo?' She finally said.

Negan kissed her forehead and couldn't stop giggling to himself, 'What do you fucking think, darlin'?'