Since that moment in the watchtower, Audrey had been spotting Negan more and more around the Sanctuary. Whenever he saw her, he gave her a wink and a smile, which made her heart flutter.

They hadn't had another intimate moment since, but Audrey could only imagine what was coming next, if it ever did. She wasn't holding her breath though, either Negan or herself could be killed tomorrow, there was always that risk.

Audrey had just filled her thermos with vegetable soup and was heading to the cloakroom to grab a coat - her shift started in ten minutes. As she approached the doorway, Negan appeared and leaned against the doorframe.

'How's my favourite fucking guard doing today?'

'I don't know, have you asked him?' Audrey smiled, her nose crinkling.

Negan checked that no-one was around and pulled her in for a kiss. He kept his arms wrapped around her, and laid his head on top of hers. Audrey rested her head on his chest and felt comforted by his breathing.

'I'm doing fine, just heading out to my shift.'

'No you're not, you're spending the day with me.'

'Negan!' Dwight called from outside. Negan rolled his eyes and let go of Audrey.

Dwight came storming in and handed Lucille to his boss. 'C'mon we're all wasting gas outside.'

'Arat can go in my place today, I feel I've earned one fucking day off.'

'We're hitting up the Hilltop today.' Dwight continued, scratching his head.

'Fuck. Fuck! Fine.' Negan sighed, swinging Lucille by his side.

'Meet you outside.' Dwight ran out the door, yelling something inaudible to the men in the trucks.

Audrey squeezed Negan's arm, and he knew exactly what she was referring to.

'Yes, I'll get your goddamn dog...tomorrow. I promise. It's Alexandria's turn tomorrow.' He grinned, pulling Audrey into another hug.

Audrey tightened her grip around him in excitement, 'Thank you so much!'

'Careful, kid. You'll bust my fucking lung.' Negan sniggered, kissing her on top of her head. 'Here.'

He grabbed a woolly hat which was hanging on a random hook and slipped it over her head. 'You remember where my room is?'

'Yes, why?' A burst of glee spread through her body as she wondered what he was referring to.

'Meet me there after your shift. I'll be back by then. It's a surprise.' He winked, giving her one last kiss on the forehead and heading out to the trucks.

Audrey waited until he was out of sight, then danced around the cloakroom, throwing on her coat and whistling a tune from a nameless film.

After her shift, Audrey had just enough time to nip to her room to brush her hair and wear her best t-shirt and jeans. She didn't own any fancy clothes, so had to just spruce up the ones she already owned. Audrey patted on a dab of perfume which she found abandoned in the cloakroom. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. Why am I so nervous?

Audrey felt like skipping down the corridor leading to his room, but decided not to. She'd look ridiculous, plus people may have started asking questions. She finally ventured upon his room and knocked on the door. Audrey heard shuffling behind the door before it opened and Negan was stood there, a smile already wide on his face.

'Can I help you?'

'Can you spare a moment to talk about our Saviour, Jesus Christ?'

'Fuck!' His smile got wider, and he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into the room, greeting her with a kiss. 'This is why I can't get enough of you. Always fuckin' surprising me.'

Audrey kicked the door closed with her foot, and took her time kissing Negan deeply, something she hadn't yet had chance to do. Her hands ran through his hair, as did his hands with hers.

Negan suddenly came up for air and tenderly pushed her away, 'We'll have to put a pin in that.' He grinned, turning around and walking into the middle of his room. It was simply decorated. It certainly wasn't as large as Audrey was expecting, but it had a plush rug, a TV and shelves full of books and VHS tapes. His bed was neatly made and a small table and chairs sat in the corner.

'Mi casa, su casa!' Negan spread his arms wide. He looked a lot different as was wearing a plain white t-shirt, and his typical pants and boots. Without the leather jacket he looked less intimidating, but also, Audrey was able to see the tattoos on his arms, something which was a sure-fire turn on for her.

Negan pulled out a plastic box from his shelves and placed it on the floor in front of his TV, 'I thought you might wanna watch a movie with me?' He waved a VHS copy of Die Hard. His smile was almost innocent, almost naive.

Audrey kneeled next to the box and rummaged around. Negan watched her intently. She pulled out a VHS near the bottom of the box.

'Pretty Woman?' Audrey cackled, wiggling it near his face, 'Is this yours?'

Negan raised his hands, 'I fucking swear, it was found during a supply run. I've never watched the fucking thing!'

Audrey narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as she placed the film back in the box, disbelieving him. She grabbed another and held it up, 'You ever seen this one?'

'Dirty Harry? No, nope.' Negan raised an eyebrow, 'You're a bit fucking young to remember that film, right?'

Audrey giggled, 'It's a fucking classic!' She attempted her best Clint Eastwood impersonation, 'Do you feel lucky, punk? Ever heard anyone say that before? This is where it's from!'

'Well, fuck me! I may have to steal that fucking line.' Negan took the VHS from her and started to read the back.

Audrey tried to read his expressions as he read the cover, once he was finished he nodded his head.

'Not fucking bad, shall we stick this in?'

'Your video player actually works?' Audrey frowned, inspecting the clunky-looking TV. She wasn't actually expecting it to work. She hadn't watched TV in such a long time.

'It's a fuckin' two-in-one deal. It's a TV but has the VHS thing built in, see?' He slipped the tape into the rectangular slot and the screen flickered to life. 'Go wait for me in bed, I got this.'

The couple were reclined in his bed still fully clothed, pillows propped Negan's head up so he could see. Audrey was laying on his chest with his arm wrapped around her.

Images of Clint Eastwood lit up the screen, pointing his Magnum revolver at an unlucky individual. He said his famous line, and Negan's mouth curled into a smile.

'He fucking said it!' An excited Negan looked down at the woman on his chest. He sat up slightly to look at her face.

Audrey was asleep, and looked so peaceful. Her eyelashes fluttered as he lay back down, but she soon drifted back off.

Negan kissed the top of her head and continued watching the rest of the movie, grinning to himself.