She'd had the sense to get rid of her vest, replacing it with another from her rucksack after she'd washed in the river. Sarah couldn't care less about what she'd done, in fact, she'd enjoyed it. But she knew full well the consequences if anyone found out, which was why she'd let the dead have him, and also why she'd emptied his gun.

Sarah climbs over the school fence, avoiding Vince's men. She enters via the gym, her footfalls echoing around the empty space. She smiles contentedly as she realises that she never has to see that prick Greg again. A part of her almost wishes people knew what she'd done, so they wouldn't look down at her like some stupid kid.

"You setting up camp in there?" She jumps a little. "And here's me thinking you didn't get scared." Vince smiles.

"Only when people sneak up on me outta nowhere." She frowns.

"Yeah, sorry about that. You settling in okay?"

Sarah nods. "Yeah."

Vince steps closer, resting his hand against the wall. "You want a tour, i could show you around if you'd like?"

"It's a school. I used to go to one, and they all look the same," she says nonchalantly.

"Sarah."

She looks over Vince's shoulder, Vince quickly dropping his arm as Negan makes his way towards them.

It's lucky Negan had left Lucille in his room, because he had the sudden urge to swing her right at Vince's head, repeatedly.

"Negan." He smiles. "I was just offering to show your girl around."

Oh, i bet you fucking were you piece of shit. Negan pulls back his shoulders, bearing his chest almost animal like. "I think she's good, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, i'm good." Sarah nods.

"Well, if you change your mind?" Vince offers.

"Goodbye, Vince," Negan says, clenching his jaw.

"Yeah, i've got shit to do. How about you two join me for dinner later?"

"Sure," Negan says a little dismissively.

Vince winks at Sarah before he heads back down the hall. "Seeya."

Negan turns to her, his eyes dark. "The fuck was all that about?" She opens her mouth, Negan cutting her off before she has the chance to speak. "Never-fucking-mind." He grabs her waist, pushing her back into the gym as his lips crash against hers. Negan pushes her against the wall, his body pressing against hers as he unbuckles her belt and unzips her jeans.

Sarah shakes off her boots, shuffling her jeans down her legs before kicking them to one side.

"You want this dick, baby?" He growls in her ear, unbuckling his belt.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpers as he tugs at her panties.

"Oh, Daddy's gonna fucking give it to you." Negan snakes his hands beneath her ass, picking her up and pressing her firmly against the wall. He wastes no time, thrusting into her, Sarah clawing at his leather clad shoulders. "Fuck," Negan groans. "Your pussy's so wet for me already." He smirks.

Sarah moans as he sucks a hickey into her neck, leaving his mark. Legs wrapped around his waist, she rolls her hips, her walls clenching around his cock. "Oh, Negan. Fuck me, make me yours."

Negan chuckles, his breath hot against her neck, making her skin break out in gooseflesh. "You are fucking mine." And he snaps his hips, as if proving his point. Negan pounds into her relentlessly, his cock already dripping with her juices. He nips at her throat, his breath heavy as she runs her fingers through the back of his hair.

"Oh, God!" Sarah moans as he fucks her mercilessly. "Fuck.. Negan!" She throws back her head, her walls pulsating around his cock as her orgasm washes over her.

"Oh, baby.. fuck.. that's it. Milk Daddy's dick," Negan growls, losing himself as he comes inside her.

He kisses her neck, standing still a few moments as he catches his breath.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I know you do, baby." He smiles, kissing her softly before he slides his hands off her ass and lowers her to her feet.

Sarah leans back against the wall, her legs like jelly.

"Here." Negan hands Sarah her clothes. "Dont want any of those fuckers coming in here and sneaking a peek." He smiles.

She dresses quickly, looking up at Negan as he offers his hand. Sarah takes it, smiling as he snakes his arm around her waist. "Was that fucker trying it on? Answer me honestly, sweetheart."

"Well, he didn't ask if wanted to go fuck. But yeah, i'd say he was."

Negan runs a hand over his beard. "I can't fucking have that."

"What are you gonna do?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fuck, i don't know, sweetheart. The fact of the matter is, we need their fucking food. Hilltop are still struggling."

"Why don't we just take their food?"

Negan chuckles lightly, stroking her cheek. "You really don't give a shit, do you?" Sarah shakes her head in reply. "They're armed to the teeth. And they're well trained. Also, they've got women and children here. I don't want them getting hurt in the crossfire. We have to be smart about this."

"I know," she says almost sincerely.

"You had a snoop around?"

"No, i was just about to."

"Leave it for now. I want you where i can see you."

They sit opposite Vince at the table, Negan sipping a bottle of beer, as Sarah picks at her nails.

The door opens, a young woman carrying three plates on an old dinner trolley. She looks tired, her brown hair scraped up into a ponytail, and dark circles beneath her eyes.

Negan glances at her ass as she places their plates in front of them, hoping Sarah doesn't notice. The last thing he wants is her playing games in front of Vince. "Thanks, sweetheart," he barely mumbles, offering her a brief smile.

"Thank you." Sarah smiles. The woman just nods, barely acknowledging either of them. Sarah watches her with a frown, drumming her fingers against the table.

"This looks fucking good. Tuck in," Vince says through a mouthful of stew.

Sarah glances from Vince to Negan, then looks over at the door again, which is now closed, the woman nowhere in sight. It bothers her, immensely. Not the fact that Negan had been ogling her ass, he always did that, he was an ass man, and there were some things you just couldn't change. It bothers her how she'd seemed. Quiet, and dismissive of herself, as if she wasn't even there. She bites her tongue as she feels the overwhelming urge to say something about it.

"You'll be happy to know i just got word from my men. They found most of the shit you need, including some big-ass machinery," Negan says.

"Really? Well that is good news." Vince looks over at Sarah. "I wanna apologise again for earlier."

Negan turns to her, his eyes wide. "Why, what the fuck happened earlier?"

"One of his men was being an asshole to Lisa."

"And i assure you, that won't happen again," Vince promises.

No, it certainly won't, Sarah thinks, smiling as she chews on a piece of meat.

"Some of my men are a bit.. old fashioned," Vince says.

"I think the term sexist pigs might be more suitable," she mumbles though a mouthful of food. Sarah feels Negan's hand on her thigh, and rather than being possessive, as if to warn her to stop, it's soft, as if telling her he hears her.

"Sexist or old fucking fashioned, i won't have my women spoken to like shit," Negan warns him. "I hear something coming out of someones mouth that i don't like, and i will put a stop to it."

Vince's mouth twitches, as if he were hiding a scowl. "You've got nothing to worry about, they'll be on their best behaviour."

"Good," Negan says a little coldly, before continuing to eat his food.

"I think it's-" A knock at the door cuts him off, Vince clearly appearing irritated at being interrupted. "What?" He frowns.

One of his men enters, a rifle hung over his shoulder. He whispers in Vince's ear, Vince's eyes widening. He gets up from his seat. "I'm sorry. Gonna have to cut this dinner short."

"There a problem?" Negan asks, picking at a piece of meat stuck in his teeth with his tongue.

"One of my men hasn't turned up for their shift on the wall."

"Maybe he's busy getting laid?" Negan smirks.

"I highly doubt that. My men don't fuck around when they're supposed to be on shift. If he hasn't turned up, he's either in trouble, or he's gonna be."

Sarah and Negan search the woods with Vince and Brian, whilst more of his men search the closest town and the road.

"Anyone hear any gunshots?" Vince asks.

"Not a dickiebird," Brian replies. "Maybe he went off for a bit? He seemed pretty pissed off earlier."

Vince glances in Sarah's direction. "You see him after the gym?"

"Nope. But i guess he wants to steer well clear of me after that."

"Yeah. He can be a bit of an asshole," Brian says. "But he wouldn't just abandon his post."

"Heads up," Negan says, nodding ahead at the sound of the dead. He takes Lucille from his shoulder, swinging her at a dead fucks skull, whilst Sarah takes out the other with her knife.

Vince watches her, clearly impressed, that is until he sees what the dead were feasting on. "Shit!" He kicks the ground.

"Aw, man." Brian brushes a hand over his face, his stomach rolling a little.

"Looks like they had themselves a good meal," Negan says, looking over what's left of Greg's body.

"How the fuck did this happen?" Vince frowns.

Brian kneels down. "He must've gotten careless."

"Bullshit! He's got a fucking gun, why didn't he use it?"

"It's empty," Brian points out, checking Greg's gun. "Must've forgot to load it. Knife's over there. They probably took him by surprise."

"And why the fuck would he be out here with no bullets?" Vince demands to know. Brian shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not having that those creepers took him by surprise. Greg was one of my best men, he wasn't that stupid."

Sarah holds back a snort, her jaw clenched.

"Shit happens," Negan says. "Sometimes people get too comfortable, take their fucking eye off the ball. Can't afford to get comfortable out here. For what it's worth, i'm sorry. I'll have another one of my men sent out, extra muscle."

Vince looks at Sarah, as if expecting some kind words. "I'd say i was sorry, but it'd sound insincere.. what with me not actually giving two shits. I am sorry you're down a man though."

Vince tilts his head, then smiles a little. "I guess that's better than nothing. Brian, can you take care of him?"

"Sure."

Negan looks over at Sarah as she sits on the bed, sharpening her knife with a smile on her face.

"Sarah."

"Yeah?"

"You didn't have anything to do with this, did you?"

"To do with what?"

"You know fucking what. That guy mouths off at you, and now he's dead. You see what i'm getting at?"

Sarah looks up at him like butter wouldn't melt. "No, i don't."

Negan stares at her, tilting his head a little as he attempts to read her. "Sarah, don't fuck around with me. Did you do something or not?"

She rolls her eyes, getting up off the bed. "He's gone, what the fuck does it matter?"

Negan grabs her arm, pulling her close. "Because i say it fucking matters," he speaks in a hushed tone. "Don't fucking lie to me, Sarah."

She shakes her arm from his grip. "Okay, so maybe i did do something."

"What did you do?" Negan asks, his brows furrowed.

She chews on the inside of her cheek. "I may have lured him out there."

"What for?!" He snaps.

"Alright, i lured him out there, and i slit his fucking throat."

His eyes widen. "What? Why the fuck would you do that?"

"He was rude to me."

Negan shakes his head, taken aback. "I'm sorry.. you took a guy out to the woods, slit his throat, then let the dead eat half his fucking face off, because he was rude to you?"

"Not just me, he was rude to Lisa."

Negan grabs her shoulder. "This isn't a fucking game, Sarah. I specifically told you to fucking behave. What if Vince finds out what you did?"

"He won't. The dead ate his throat, so they can't see. And i emptied his gun so it looked like he didn't have any bullets." Negan bares his teeth in frustration, and that hurts her more than his grip on her arm. "Are you mad at me?" She asks needily. "Please don't be mad at me."

"How the fuck do you expect me to be? You did the exact opposite of what i damn well asked you to do. If Vince did happen to find out, this could start a war. And as much as i'd love to take that cunt out, as i said earlier, they're armed to the goddamn teeth."

Sarah drops to her knees, tears falling down her cheeks as she wraps her arms around his legs. "I'm sorry, Negan. I got carried away. Please forgive me. Don't stay mad at me.. i love you."

Negan looks down at her, sighing deeply. He strokes the top of her head. "Come on, get the fuck up."

She looks up at him with a smile, licking her lips. "You sure you want me to get up?" Sarah runs a hand up his thigh, sending shivers through his entire body.

Negan swallows thickly, his hand still resting against the back of her head. He wants to stay mad at her. What she'd done could cost them if Vince finds out. But fuck if she hasn't made his dick hard as steel, and she hasn't even touched it yet. Negan bites on his lip as she unbuckles his belt, his cock twitching uncomfortably.

He makes no move to stop her, so she tugs at his boxers, his cock springing out in front of her. Sarah rolls her tongue down his length, savouring the taste of him. Fuck she loves the taste of him. And the sounds she elicits, his fingers pulling tighter at her hair as he groans lightly. She cups his balls with one hand, flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock, Negan whincing and tugging at her hair.

"Shit.. that's it, baby," he groans as she takes him into her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue simultaneously. "Fuck you're a dirty girl."

Sarah smirks, quickening her pace as she bobs her head up and down his length.

Negan bares his teeth, almost hissing as she lights every nerve in his sensitive cock. He moves his hips, pushing her head with his hand as he fucks her mouth. "Oh, fuck. That's it, just like fucking that. Suck it, baby."

Saliva spills over his cock as he fucks her mouth. Just as she's at gagging point, he groans loudly, pulling at her hair as he shoots his load in her mouth, his thighs shaking. Sarah smiles contentedly, taking all he has to offer. And though it still tastes rather bitter to her, she accepts it gratefully, pulling his cock out of her mouth once he's done, and wiping at her lips.

Negan pulls Sarah to her feet.

"Am i forgiven?"

Negan sighs deeply, stroking her cheek. "Yeah, you're forgiven. But you've gotta fucking promise me it won't happen again."

"I promise." She smiles, resting her head against his chest as she wraps her arms around him.

Negan strokes her hair. "Listen, baby. I don't like these assholes either, but we have to work with them, for now. Okay?"

"Okay."