Audrey's feet felt sore in her boots as she waited in line at the canteen. She was at the back of the miserable line, and it seemed like hours since she'd moved forwards. Nothing spectacular was on the menu, probably just crusty bread and potatoes; perhaps vegetables if Negan was feeling generous that day. The weather was getting colder, and Audrey had resorted to wearing her woolly hat and coat indoors. The luxury of functioning heating was unheard of in the factory, well, the majority of the vicinity anyway. Audrey shuffled her feet and rubbed her hands to stay warm.

When she finally reached the food counter, one of the servers stared blankly at her.

'Uh, you're Audrey, right? Girl with the dog?'

Audrey heard tutting and inaudible comments coming from the line behind her when her dog was mentioned. She had experienced this every single day when taking Pablo for a walk around the perimeter. Audrey had been grateful she left Pablo in her room, otherwise she would've had to utilise his teeth. She nodded her head

'Yeah, I'm Audrey with the dog.' As she said this, she turned and gave a death-stare at the people who disapproved.

'Negan wanted me to hand you this.' The gormless server reached under the counter and pulled out a blue plastic bag. 'It's your lunch, I think.'

'Did you have to suck his dick for that shit?' A random man said behind her.

Audrey turned to face him and smiled, 'I wouldn't be down here eating with you sad fucks if I had sucked his dick.' She winked at the man and left the canteen wondering what was in the bag.

Audrey sat on a bench in the cloakroom - it was fairly empty as people only visited in passing. She untied the bag and rustled inside. In the bag was a fairly hefty ham bone - for Pablo she assumed - a written note and a small plastic lunch box. She opened the lunch box and found a generously filled pork sandwich, stuffed with lettuce and tomatoes. Next to it was a small slice of apple pie, kept fresh in plastic wrap.

Audrey sighed and shook her head, am I obliged to thank him? She read the note which read:

Audrey, just wanna say I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I'm shit at writing letters, so I got you a sandwich and some pie. It's my favourite kind. Enjoy, Negan. P.S I also got Pablo a bone, perhaps I can give you one later? x

Audrey couldn't help smiling at the gesture. Not wanting to get pulled under by his charms, she crumpled up the letter and stuffed it in her coat pocket. She spent the remainder of her lunch hour eating her sandwich peacefully at the top of her watchtower, with Negan's smile occasionally flashing across her mind.

Pablo was sat impatiently outside the washroom. He held his lead in his mouth and waited for Audrey to finish so they could have a walk outside. She had to share a washroom with all of Negan's wives as they all pretty much lived in rooms the size of cupboards - Audrey's actually being a cupboard. She threw water on her face and glanced in the mirror. Touching the dark circles under her eyes, she wished she had access to make-up. The only ones who wore make-up here were Negan's wives; since she stayed in the watchtower all day, there was no point in wearing it. Puffing out her cheeks, Audrey braced herself for the cold day ahead and slipped her cold hands into her coat pockets. She felt the crumpled up note from Negan. Without thinking, she threw it in the small bin under the sink. No distractions, she thought.

Leaving the washroom, Audrey picked up Pablo's lead and he jumped around in joy.

'Where're you going?' A voice came from behind her.

Audrey spun around and saw Carmel. She was completely naked apart from a small pair of shorts. She had a towel draped over one arm, and the other was leaning against the wall.

'What do you care?' Audrey replied, she didn't have to turn round to know it was Carmel behind her. She could pick out that entitled, southern voice from a crowded room. The girls had a bad history between them, ever since Audrey joined the Saviours, Carmel had tried her very hardest to make life a living hell for her. Carmel's escapades included "accidentally" knocking into Audrey as she was carrying her soup, calling her names as she walked past, and spreading rumours about her throughout the Sanctuary. It was like she was back in high school, it was more of an annoyance than anything.

'Make sure you keep that thing tied up.' Carmel spat as she recalled her close encounter with Pablo the day before, she had gotten a bit too close for his liking.

Audrey turned around and put a hand on her hip, the other hand loosely held Pablo's lead, 'This thing as in Pablo? I can introduce you both again if you want?'

'Fuck you, if that dog touches me, Negan will have your head!'

'I doubt it.'

'Is something going on between you two? I heard what happened in Alexandria. Negan was basically kissing your ass in front of all his men, begging for this fuckin' mutt back.' Carmel kept her distance, if Pablo hadn't have been there, she would've already been in Audrey's face by now.

'Nothing is going on. I'd been doing a good job, and he rewarded me by letting me have my dog back. Plain and fucking simple.' Audrey gripped the lead tighter and turned back around to walk away

'Good, keep it that way. He's ours.' Carmel looked Audrey up and down, 'You'll never be a wife anyway, he likes his gals neat n' naughty.' Carmel smirked as she opened the washroom door, 'Gotta go darlin', I'm still sore from his mighty good fuckin' last night.' She cackled as she slammed the door behind her.

Audrey stood there for a second, not knowing whether Carmel was telling the truth or not. She hoped it was just a cruel lie to make her feel like shit, but considering she hadn't seen Negan properly in 48 hours, she was starting to doubt. Then what was his note about? She thought. Surely he won't still be involved with his wives, right?

The next morning, Audrey had woken at 5am. She had the early-bird shift at the watchtower. Lazily pulling on her boots and coat, she trundled down to the courtyard and towards the watchtower steps. The sky was pink and the clouds almost appeared purple, however, no birds were singing. This world was far from a Disney movie. She climbed up the steps and nodded at the guy she was relieving from his night shift. Finally reaching the top, she leant her rifle on the side and grabbed a small wooden stool from the corner. Audrey sat on it, and tightened the laces on her boots. From the corner of her eye, she spotted something stuck to her rifle. There was something small and white sellotaped on, she picked up the gun and checked the object. It was a small chocolate bar. Wrapped around the bar was a piece of paper with the initial N written in black marker.

'Fuck.' Audrey breathed, the warm air from her mouth forming a misty cloud. She carefully slipped the bar into her pocket.

Suddenly she heard feet running up the steps, a random guard appeared, 'Audrey, you're supposed to be down front today.'

Audrey squinted, 'What?'

'You're being relieved from here today, you're doing a run up North.'

'A supply run?'

'Yeah.' The man looked at her strangely, 'Haven't you been told?'

Audrey picked up her rifle, 'Nope. I don't get told anything around here.'

Her boots crunching on the gravel, Audrey joined the rest of the group formed at the gates. It didn't take Negan long to appear from the factory, holding Lucille on his shoulder and grinning all the way.

'Men!' He bellowed, 'And lady.' He winked at Audrey, 'Today's the day. A small, but very fuckin' generous compound up North are gonna provide us with what we need to start a new fuckin' future here in the Sanctuary.' Negan had his men, and Audrey, in a line and was walking back and forth in front of them. 'It's gonna be one hell of a delicate mission. I don't want any of you fucks messin' this one up!'

Audrey watched him intently, her heart fluttered every time he caught her eye, but she tried not to let it show. His beard had grown back to its normal, handsome ruggedness and she was having a hard time keeping her focus on anything else. However, her head kept screaming to her, he's still sleeping Carmel, he lied to you! Audrey shook herself out of it and kept her eyes on the ground.

Negan signalled with his hand, 'Roll out!'

Everyone jumped into the trucks and journeyed their way to the compound.

The compound was tiny compared to the Sanctuary. It held less than 30 people and was close to a stream abundant with fish. Because of this, they didn't need to grow as many vegetables or harm any wildlife. Their houses were hand-built from wood and thatch, and an efficient, tight-knit community thrived in their lush surroundings. There was plenty of wood, fish, and fertile soil to keep a community alive for generations.

The Saviours poured out of the black trucks, Audrey kept close to Negan - her job being his personal bodyguard. They all approached the nervous looking residents, and the leader held his arms out to greet Negan.

'Negan!' He began, 'We have prepared what you need.'

Audrey saw a few people pulling small wooden wagons, filled with all sorts of scavenged pipes, machinery and gizmos. She had no idea what any of this stuff was, but it looked pretty valuable.

'You sure this is everything?' Negan asked, looking sceptical about the wagons which were laid in front of him.

'E-everything you could possibly need, and more.' The leader stumbled over his words as he eyed up Lucille.

Another resident wheeled a wagon with a large plastic container filled with live fish. 'There's live fish, and fish eggs, freshly laid not too long ago. They're good to go, just be careful.'

'I'm always fuckin' careful.' Negan eyed up his goods and waved his hand, 'Load 'em up boys!' His men went to load the trucks up and left Negan with Audrey and the leader.

Audrey kept her rifle crosshair on the leader's forehead, she was grateful to Negan for letting her on a supply run, but she knew that you couldn't trust anyone. However, Negan signalled for her to drop her weapon.

'No need for violence here, right?' Negan chuckled, moving closer to the leader.

The leader swallowed hard and bobbed his head, 'N-no need at all.'

'Great!' Negan grinned, 'Would you mind if I stick around for a bit?' Before the leader could reply, Negan answered his own question, 'Thanks a bunch! I love your fuckin' tiny houses. I feel like little fuckin' cartoon critters should be dancing around this shit.'

Negan turned to Audrey with a smirk on his face, 'Wanna grab a drink?'

Audrey kept a straight face and looked away from him.

Negan sighed and grabbed Audrey's rifle. 'It won't take long.' He walked off, rifle in one hand, Lucille in the other.

Audrey, not wanting to stay alone with the creepy leader, followed Negan into one of the small wooden houses. Negan had been here plenty of times, and these people were great at brewing their own apple cider and vodka - albeit they had an amateur taste about them.

The house they entered was very quaint, it had little square windows fit with shutters as windows were almost impossible to make in the post-apocalypse. There was a small table and chairs in the middle of the room, dressed with a tartan cloth, a makeshift stove in the corner, and various wooden shelves and cabinets holding trinkets. In one of the cabinets was a large opaque jug, holding some sort of drink. Negan uncorked it and smelt the contents. He squinted and turned his nose away.

'Yup, I think I found it.' He laughed between coughs.

'I don't want any.' Audrey said, stood in the corner with her arms folded. There was a scowl on her face which was taking all her inner strength to maintain, but in the dimly lit house, Negan was looking particularly ravishing indeed. He wore his best smile whilst pouring her a drink, his hair wasn't a strand out of place, and when he removed his leather jacket to hang on the back of a chair, she almost let out a squeak. Audrey's insides were dancing as he sauntered over with a cup filled with the alcohol.

'Here.' Negan grinned, knowing that what he was doing was working.

'No. I meant what I said.' Audrey took the cup from him and threw it out the window.

'Well shit, Audrey, I'm trying my fucking best here!' Negan pulled out a chair and sat down. He thumped his fist on the table. 'I fuckin' send you...fuckin' gifts and shit, and bring you on a supply run because that goddamn prick from Alexandria didn't think you were worth it. And not to mention, I brought your fuckin' dog back! I'm very fuckin' sorry for lying but it's a warzone outside and we need to do dark shit sometimes. Life isn't all fuckin' roses and rainbow anymore.'

Audrey paused for a second and uncrossed her arms. She let Negan's words sink in, but she still had questions that needed answering.

'Are you still sleeping with your wives?'

Negan looked at her with a furrowed brow, he took a deep breath and started tapping the table with his index finger. 'No.'

'I don't believe you.'

'Well, shit. What a fuckin' surprise.'

'Carmel said-'

'Carmel? Oh jesus.' Negan wagged his finger at Audrey, 'I know exactly what she's been doing.' Negan took a drink from his cup, and winced at the taste. 'She's a smart one. She's done it with every fuckin' female in the Sanctuary.'

'Done what?'

Negan took another drink, and grimaced, not learning from the first time, 'She's a jealous motherfucker. Wants me all to herself. Doesn't mind sharing me with the other wives, but fuck, she's a goddamn crazy-ass bitch.'

Audrey stayed quiet, not knowing whether to trust what he was saying or not. She shifted on the spot, and Negan noticed.

'Listen, I don't expect you to believe a word that comes outta my goddamn mouth. But I'm willing to keep trying to gain your trust again, no matter how long it fuckin' takes. Even if I have to send you all the fuckin' apple pie I own, and please don't make me do that.' Negan grinned widely and took another drink. 'This stuff tastes like shit. You did right by throwing it out.'

Audrey hesitantly moved to the opposite chair and sat down. She laid her palms out flat on the table and took a deep breath. Unable to sit still, she slowly got up and walked around the room. Negan watched every step, and gazed at her thick hourglass figure. He studied her as she released her hair from its tie and let it fall against her back. Ever curious, the side of his lip curled.

'Put your jacket back on.' Audrey said, folding her arms.

Negan frowned as he did as she said, 'You really wanna go back?'

'Shut the fuck up.' Audrey shook her head, her hands were shaking by her sides.

Negan, looking ever more confused, wondered if he had said something to offend her. His mind worked overtime as he thought back on what he said. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but he was silent.

Audrey surged forwards, a serious expression on her face. Negan leant back, expecting her to punch him, or at least give him a good slap. Instead, she straddled his lap and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. It took a second for Negan to register what was happening, but once he did, he kissed her back with a ferocious passion.

Audrey's hands gripped the shoulders of his leather jacket, 'You're so fucking sexy with this on.' She breathed in between kisses. Negan gave a low chuckle against her mouth. His hands stroked her back, before heading lower and firmly grabbing her behind.

Audrey's hands traced Negan's chest, travelling south until she could feel his belt buckle. Negan felt her fiddling with it, he stopped kissing her and raised his eyebrows. 'Serious?'

Audrey mischievously bit her bottom lip and gave Negan a short, sharp slap across the cheek. He took one hand off her behind to feel his stinging face. 'You bad girl.' He growled, as he grinned from ear to ear.

Negan shifted Audrey off, pressed himself against her and continued kissing her; their moans melting into one. Audrey helped Negan remove his belt, and his pants dropped to the floor. His hands caressed her head and revelled in the thickness of her locks. Negan's lips moved down onto her neck, both kissing and nibbling her as she gasped in response.

It was all very quick, and fiery as Negan turned Audrey around and pushed her against the table. He removed her pants and kicked them to one side. Bending her over, he lay his body on top of hers, kissing her back and pressing his pelvis into her curvaceous behind; only underwear separated their desires.

With one swift movement, and a lot of heavy breathing, they soon became one as Negan kept a tight hold of her hair. Big things were happening in this tiny house; the table was rocking, bookshelves were shaking, and it was a surprise that no-one came to investigate - although it wouldn't have stopped either of them finally giving into their shared lust for one another.

Negan's men stood around the trucks, some smoking, others complaining about Negan's utter lack of timekeeping. Everything was packed away in the trucks and ready to go. Soon, Negan and Audrey appeared from one of the houses. Audrey's hair was a little frizzier than before, and her cheeks bright red. Negan, cool as a cucumber, strutted towards the trucks with the biggest smile they'd ever seen on their boss. The men all gave each other sideways glances, raising eyebrows and wondering what the hell was wrong with Negan.

'Found the moonshine, Negan?' One man asked.

'Fuck yeah, it was sweet as hell!' Negan laughed, helping Audrey into the truck. 'We'll be back in a week.' Negan yelled to the leader of the compound, 'One of your houses may need a little cleaning - got a little messy when trying to find that moonshine.' Negan smirked and closed the truck door behind him.