You wake to find Negan still with his arm wrapped around you and his white t-shirt draped over you. Blinking open your eyes you turn to face him and discover he's wide awake and staring at you. You stare back with a soft smile, noticing his usually slicked back hair has fallen in loose waves over his forehead; and you can't help but think he looks, incredibly adorable at this exact moment – though you daren't tell him it.

The corner of his mouth twitches into a grin as you gaze at him and his goddamn tongue rests on his bottom lip – and Jesus do you wish he wouldn't do that but you're damn sure it's deliberate . "Good job you're awake, doll." You wonder how long you've been sleeping for. "Dwight is gonna be here any minute." Oh. Great.

"Dwight? Why?" Negan frowns, as though subtly suggesting it's not any of your business what Dwight needs to see him for. You pull yourself up, taking care not to strain your injured side but it isn't easy, and you try not to visibly wince as you perch on the edge of the bed and scramble for your clothes. You hear Negan sigh from behind you.

"He's talking about making another supply run. Says there is a fuck ton of good shit back there still." You pull your tank top back down over your head and turn to face him. He's grinning at you. "Told him already I am not, going, fucking, anywhere until I'm sure you are fucking okay." You sigh. Sure, it's nice he's concerned, but it's getting to a point he's becoming almost, possessive.

"I'm fine." You assert. And without warning he reaches out a hand and wraps his fingers around your bandaged side, applying what is probably no more than a gentle pressure but shit it hurts. You pull away with a gasp and growl a bitter "Fuck" at him. He raises an eyebrow. "Well not if you fucking do that, asshole." For a moment you consider whether calling Negan an asshole is a particularly bright idea but you quickly realize he's laughing and shaking his head at you, thankfully.

"Like fuck you're fine." He retorts. You turn your gaze away from his provocative grin, standing to pull on your underwear and retrieve your shorts from the floor.

"So you aren't going then?" You ask, pulling your shorts up and buttoning them.

"I told you, I'm not going fucking anywhere until I know you, are fucking okay." His voice is gruff and you can tell without looking at him he's not grinning anymore. You drop back onto the bed and kneel beside him. He's still lying stretched out and shirtless across it, hands now resting on his stomach.

But before you can open your mouth to respond there's a knocking at the door. Negan climbs off the bed and approaches the door and you're suddenly quite conscious of the fact he's still wearing only his boots and pants and his belt is still unbuckled; and it's pretty fucking obvious to anyone on the other side of the door what'd just happened and honestly, you don't appreciate Negan proudly exhibiting what the pair of you have been up to. But he does it anyway.

The door swings open to reveal Dwight. You stare down at the ground in an attempt to avoid looking at him but you can feel him staring at you.

"Um," Dwight begins. "If this is a bad time, I mean, if you're busy I'll just come back later."

"Not at all, Dwighty-boy." You glance up and Dwight quickly turns his gaze away from you. Negan simply smirks as he buckles his belt before turning and approaching the bed to retrieve his white shirt. He catches your eye briefly as he pulls it on, before turning back to Dwight and then striding toward the large leather couch on the other side of the room and dropping down onto it. Dwight closes the door and sits opposite Negan, and it's as though he's actively avoiding looking at you. The feeling is mutual.

You watch the pair of them; Negan leans forward resting his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together and after a short while he simply stares at you expectantly with eyebrows raised. You take this as a cue to leave and slide off of the bed to grab your boots from the floor and pull them on hurriedly. He's watching you the whole time, his smirk hidden behind his clasped hands but it's still glaringly obvious he's smiling at you. Dwight glances occasionally at Negan but doesn't look at you and you really have to wonder what the fuck his problem is.

You stand to leave and grasp the door handle firmly but Negan pauses your departure. "Hey, doll, just give us an hour, okay?" He lowers his hands a little as he speaks. God damn he's attractive. You nod, returning his smile with one of your own as you turn to leave.

You should probably have done what he'd asked and gone back in an hour. Because if there was anything you'd learned from being at the Sanctuary these past weeks, it's that you should always do as Negan asks. But you didn't. Instead you chose to go and see Doctor Carson simply because you were determined to prove to Negan you were fine and he could go on his damned supply run; or more to the point, that you could pick up Savior duties again and even go with him on the supply run.

"So, what do you think?" You cautiously ask Carson as he removes the dressing.

"Like I've said before, you're doing fine. In fact I'd say it's about time we can remove the dressing altogether. The stitches have healed." These are the words you need to hear. "Of course, it'll still hurt a little but keep taking the pain meds and you're good to go." You smile and a sigh of relief passes your lips.

"Try telling Negan that." You mutter.

"Look, I'm giving you my professional opinion as a doctor but it's up to him what happens next. I can't convince him one way or another whether you should be going out on runs… It's really not my business." Then the door swings violently open.

"Too fucking right it's not, doc." It's Negan, complete with baseball bat and looking just as he had when you'd left his room; his hair still falling over his forehead but this time he looked far less adorable and a great deal more enraged. He locks eyes with you. "I thought I fucking told you-" But you don't give a damn what he told you.

"Tell him." You urge Carson. Carson looks from you to Negan and Negan is staring at him fiercely. Carson swallows hard and glances nervously downward.

"Tell me fucking what?" Negan demands. Carson shakes his head. You let out an irritated sigh realizing Carson isn't about to tell Negan anything.

"He says I'm fine. Look," You gesture at your side. "So go on your damned supply run with Dwight." But truthfully you want him to take you with him again because you can't cope with sitting around not lifting a finger like one of his goddamn, useless wives.

Negan is clenching his jaw and you can see the fury in his eyes, presumably a result of you attempting to tell him what to do.

"Or," You swallow hard. "Take me with you and you can still keep an eye on me." Negan's intense stare breaks into a frown as he considers what you've just said.

"No. Fucking. Way. That is not happening." He doesn't break eye contact.

"Screw you." Now you're losing it because for Christ's sake, he doesn't own you, you're not his wife, and he can't tell you what you can and cannot fucking do. Can he? Carson smiles pathetically and shuffles awkwardly out of the room leaving you alone again with Negan.

"Watch your goddamn fucking mouth, doll." He barks angrily at you. "And do not – do not – tell me what to fucking do." His eyes burn furiously into yours and there's a sudden knotting in your stomach as you consider what he plans to do next; His tall, broad frame is hovering over you and Lucille is gripped tightly in his hand and it's certainly intimidating. But after what seems like an eternity, his expression begins to soften and a smile creeps over his lips. He drops Lucille onto the table beside you and then places his hands either side of your face. "You're goddam shaking." He narrows his eyes.

"I'm not." You lie.

"Yes. You are. Shit, I am not gonna fucking hurt you. Not gonna happen." He leans forward so his forehead touches yours and you close your eyes. "I don't want you out there."

"I'm not your wife, Negan." You pull away and stare up at him but he still has your face in his hands. "I'm not going to sit around all day doing fuck all. You told me you needed a Savior and that's what I'm going to be." He narrows his eyes again and it's impossible to predict what his response will be.

Negan drops his hands from your face and steps backwards, lowering his gaze and shaking his head. "Are you goddamn fucking stupid?" He leans back and breathes out a soft laugh but it's obvious this laugh is of blatant disbelief rather than amusement. "Or have you got a fucking death wish, sweetheart?" He falls back against the doorframe and rolls his head back.

"I want to help."

"You almost fucking died out there!" He barks angrily and his expression is back to furious. You glare at one another for what seems longer than necessary but Negan eventually breaks the silence. "God-fucking-damn doll. I do not know how the fuck it happened, but I fucking care about you." He pulls himself up from the wall and approaches you again. You look down at the floor but he places a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze back to his. "Shit, I don't…" And for the first time it appears as though he is genuinely lost for words. "I don't want you to get hurt again." His thumb brushes your cheek but you try to ignore it.

"And I don't want to be treated like all the other women you screw. I don't." And you really don't. He bites his tongue and you can tell he's thinking but you don't know what.

"Three goddamn days. I'm giving you three fucking days and then we're going on the fucking supply run and I really fucking hope you appreciate me letting you tag the fuck along." You can tell from the stern look on his face he doesn't want you going with him but there's also something in his eyes and the way he's touching your cheek that says he doesn't want to leave you here, either. But then he pulls away again and grabs Lucille, throwing her over his shoulder and striding out of the door. You're still standing motionless as he looks back over his shoulder. "Follow me." He commands, and you do as you're asked.

You follow Negan silently through the dimly lit halls of the Sanctuary; his strides are long and fast and you have to quicken your pace to match his. He stops outside of a door you don't recognize and he turns to the Savior posted in front of it. "Do me a favor, go find Simon and Dwight. They are not gonna want to miss this." He directs his order at the man who is fast to obey.

"What are we doing?" You question. Negan sighs.

"I like you." You frown at him. "I need you to know that. I need you to know that I do not fucking intend to treat you like any of my wives." His eyes convey a convincing sincerity. "Jesus… fucking… Christ…" He drawls. "You mean so much fucking more to me than that. Shit, don't get me wrong. They are hot." He arches back as a smile spreads over his lips. "But as much as I enjoy screwing their goddamn brains out – and I do, really fucking enjoy that-" You swallow hard. Negan fucking other women is not something you need to hear about.

"No shit…" You mutter, shaking your head and turning away from him with an irritated sigh.

"There is no other fucking reason I keep them around." Sure, aside from the fucking power trip it gives him. You can feel him staring at you again. He leans forward and lowers his head in an attempt to catch your eyes. "Hey, doll… I'm doing this for you." He breathes the words softly at you but you're still unsure exactly what it is he's doing for you.

Your gaze flickers between his enticingly attractive eyes and the contagious smile that hangs on his lips; he's so goddamn charming and it doesn't take long before you return his smile with your own. God knows how he manages to have this effect on you despite the many things he is; an arrogant, pretentious, manipulative, dangerously unstable, sociopathic asshole.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Dwight and Simon rounding the corner. Negan straightens himself and grins at the other men. He lets out a deep sigh and glances back at you, "Do not make me regret this." And with that he turns and pushes open the door before you.

You step into the room beside Negan; Dwight and Simon following behind you. But you stop dead, hit by the realization that Negan's wives are all now staring right at you.

"Oh," A pretty, young, blonde girl in a short, black dress rolls her eyes at you. "Another wife?" She smiles unconvincingly at you and takes a sip from a wineglass. You glance up at Negan, he's biting his tongue and smirking at the girl.

"Shit, Amber, do you ever stop fucking drinking?" Negan smirks. Amber simply turns away and slinks into a chair.

"What do you want, Negan?" Sherry steps forward, glancing between him and you.

"You ladies haven't seen me for weeks and this – this is the fucking welcome I get?" He shakes his head but you note the sarcasm in his voice. "Un-fucking-believable." He turns to Dwight and Simon, both of whom are smirking along with him. "Look," He takes a deep breath and stares at Sherry, "I don't mean to disappoint you all, and I am sincerely sorry that you've had to go the last few weeks without having my goddamn dick inside you – and I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for you all," He raises an eyebrow and Sherry simply looks away from him. You notice Amber huff out an amused laugh from the other side of the room. "But as it turns the fuck out, I am not in need of your services anymore."

And you can't believe he's saying this. You turn to Simon and Dwight, who seem equally as confused as you are by Negan's speech. You can't help but notice Dwight exchanging a glance with Sherry.

"Now I know you ladies have no real fucking talents…" He pauses and winks suggestively at Amber, who looks at him with nothing less than contempt. "Aside from the obvious." He chuckles softly and Amber refuses to look at him. "And I am just that fucking nice that I'm not gonna throw you out of here. Fuck, you ladies deserve that much." His tongue presses against his cheek as he grins at Sherry. "But I am leaving Dwight and Simon, here, in charge of you girls." He gestures at the two men beside you. "They're gonna protect you. Keep you safe. Keep you in, little black goddamn dresses, lacy panties and all the fucking wine you could want." He glances at Amber again. "And I am sure as shit you girls can come up with a way to thank them for that." He glances back at the two men.

An awkward silence fills the room and Simon is staring at the women with what you can only describe as an enthusiastic yet intimidating grin. But Dwight can't seem to pull his gaze away from Sherry. As for you, you don't know where to look; all the women in the room are staring directly at you and it's making you more than a little uncomfortable; thankfully Negan seems to notice this as he places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes softly before leaning down and whispering into your ear.

"I hope this fucking clarifies, exactly how I feel about you, doll." And it does. It really, fucking, does. And before you can say anything he straightens up and turns to leave, guiding you with him and leaving Dwight and Simon in the room with the wives. "Hey, boys," Negan glances back as you step through the doorway. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." And he laughs with a wink before pulling the door shut behind him.

"You gonna fucking say something, doll?" Negan positions himself on the couch and looks up at you expectantly. But you don't know what he's expecting you to say after what has just happened.

"I don't know what you want me to say." You're honest. He runs a hand over his beard and leans back, his tongue slipping out momentarily as he grins. He relaxes into the sofa and holds out a hand toward you, inviting you to join him.

You walk toward him and he takes your hand, but only for a moment because then his hands are around your hips and he guides you down gently on top of him so you're pressed against his lap, legs either side of him; the leather of the couch cool against your skin. You rest your hands on his broad shoulders and he rolls his head back and smiles up at you.

"How about a thank you, Negan, for saying goodbye to all that fucking, sweet, pussy?" He raises his eyebrows at you and you can't help giggling at his expression.

"Thank you, Negan." You reply with a hint of sarcasm, your own smile rivaling his.

"Shit… I got a better idea." He growls, "How about you show me how fucking thankful you are, sweetheart." And he gazes at you with a lust in his eyes, his lips parted and tongue slipping out as though begging for you to kiss him. And how can you resist?

You lean forward and place your lips against his and he removes one hand from your hips in order to drag his fingers through the back of your hair, pulling you harder against his mouth. He shifts beneath you and you can feel him growing hard again, and it's only been a few hours since you fucked but evidently, that wasn't an issue for Negan as he moves his other hand from your hip to pull open his belt and jeans.

Managing to move your lips away from Negan's momentarily, you pull yourself up and away from him – his hands supporting you in attempt to prevent you from straining your side. And you're quick to remove your shorts and underwear as he drags down his own, before re-positioning yourself on top of him. And Negan is wasting no time in pulling your hips down hard against him and thrusting deep inside you.

Oh, god.

You close your eyes and bite your lip in an attempt to stifle a moan as he fills you entirely. Gripping his shoulders you pull yourself up and back down again; and the feel of him driving his thick cock hard into you is making you want to scream his name and it's all you can do to prevent yourself from doing just that.

And you work up a hard and fast rhythm; he's far less gentle than he had been earlier but you can't help thinking maybe it's deliberate and he's testing your limits. But damn, you are not going to let the pain get the better of you.

Negan's breathing is heavy as you lock eyes with him; his fingers are digging into you as he guides your hips on top of him. You lean forward, your fingers dragging up through his beard. Both of you are breathing heavily against one another and beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead, causing his already unkempt hair to stick to him. And if you weren't already close to coming you are now, as he moves his hand between your thighs and begins rubbing circles over you with his thumb.

You're so close to the edge and Negan can tell as you continue to fuck with a fierce intensity; and it's ridiculous how easy it is for him to make you feel this way. You're trying hard not to reach a point of release so soon but dammit he's making that impossible. "Oh fuck, Negan..." You breathe at him, and a wave of pleasure tears through your body as you throw your head back and you reach a point of intense satisfaction. And you sigh breathlessly as he lifts himself against you; and your body shudders but he doesn't allow you to slow, instead replacing both hands against your hips and continuing to drive himself forcefully inside of you and causing you to whimper desperately with each thrust.

Your head falls forward again and he's staring hard at you as you continue to rise and fall above him; and you find yourself entirely lost in his eyes. And then he exhales a breathy groan of his own and closes his eyes for just a moment, holding you against him as his hips buck forward and he releases inside of you.

His head rolls back against the couch and he runs his hand through your hair. "God damn…" He mutters before pulling you closer to him and placing his lips against yours. He stops kissing you for a moment and looks at you with an air of concern. "Are you okay, doll?" He glances at your side, and you're sure he's looking for an excuse not to allow you to go with him on the supply run in three days, but you aren't giving him the satisfaction of thinking you're anything but fine.

"Yes." You roll your eyes at him and he smiles at you.

"Good. Because I fully fucking intend to make up for the past few fuckless weeks." He smirks suggestively, and you know he probably isn't joking.