Her head had drenched the pillow in sweat. She had a dream of herself. Her face had begun to decay away. Becoming one with the dirt her body was rested on. Slowly followed by her neck, her chest and so on. The motion of men inside her did not stop. Back and forth until she was nothing but dust entwined in the dirt her sisters blood had made moist.

Ophelia used to jolt awake from these dreams. Jerking up from slumber as her heart pierced through her chest repeatedly. Now she didn't. Her heart still thudded faster but she herself was calm. Raising from her sleep slowly. Swinging her legs off the side of the bunk and leaning her head forward giving her space to stretch her neck.

She leaned her head down bringing the collor of her shirt to her nose. It stunk.

She had the same clothes on since she had showered when Carl was still here. She rose from the bunk and turned to look at Willy.

"Good morning Ophelia." Willy said as she was on her back on the top bunk. She swung her legs to the side, and pressed her hands by her thighs jumping from the bunk. Ophelia backed up quickly.

"Morning. Do you have any clothes I can use? I'd really like to take a shower."

"Hmm."

"Hmm what?"

"There's no need for you to take a shower now. We'll be leaving soon for the other community. There's a possibility for dirtyness."

"You are extremely sweaty though." Willy said as she rose her hand up to Ophelia's cheek swiping two fingers across it.

Ophelia scrunched her face at her touch.

"Can I just use some clothes then?"

"Yes."

Willy walked around Ophelia and rummaged through the drawers. She returned in front of Ophelia handing her a plain black tshirt that was now faded, and black jeans.

"What about some...? Ophelia rose her brows.

"Say it." Willy chuckled as she rose the blue underwear in the air.

"Underwear." Ophelia said annoyed.

Willy dropped her hand slightly and Ophelia grabbed them.

"You can listen." Willy said as her plush lips rose in a smile.

Willy looked out the window as

Ophelia changed.

The shirt fit well with a small pocket resting on Ophelia's right breast.

The jeans actually came past her thighs this time. She struggled buttoning them a little bit, but eventually got it. She knlet on the geoumd as she tried unzippimg her boots. The zipper was at first stuck, gliding jaggedly across the ridges as flakes of brown and red fell to the floor. A mix of dirt and blood.

Her boots were a deep brown. The heel was a lighter brown that was an inch high. Even though the boots had zippers on the sides, they also had brown laces on the front. As she pulled them up they came up to her calf. The zippers glided up smoothly as most of the dirt and blood had been violently relieved from the zippers.

"All done."

Willy turned to Ophelia looking her over.

"You look so natural in those."

"Right."

Willy looked at her for a moment longer before saying

"I should change too."

Ophelia began walking towards the bunk and Willy past her as she was walking to the dresser.

Ophelia took a seat on the bunk as Willy rummaged through the dresser.

Willy reached for the bottom of her shirt and eyes Ophelia. Ophelia promptly placed her head in her hands as her elbows rested on her knees. Fingers covering her eyes.

"We're both women here Ophelia."

Ophelia spread her fingers, eyes peeking from behind.

Willy smirked before continuing to undress. As her shirt rose her hip bones poked out. Tight skin pulled over the extending bones that begged for eyes to continue upwards to Willy's flat stomach. Willy pulled the shirt over her breast and folded and placed it on top of the dresser.

Light blue pressing closely to her breast as her bra was just big enough. Her breast perfectly nestled behind sky blue.

When she was finished she wore a cleaner pair of khaki pants that now had multiple pockets on her thighs and a smaller white tshirt. Her boots were leather, but looked like the apocalypse had not touched them. Shining as the light reflected off of them.

"Let's get some air before we head out."

"Sure."

They were quiet as they walked through the halls. On their floor many soldiers were stirring around. Many had their doors open and we're preparing for their trip. On the second floor a few men and women were walking around. As they got to the first floor the doors that had previously been locked were now propped open. Ophelia eyed the hall Rico had guarded as they exited the building.

It was gaurd free. Many people walking in and out of it.

It was warm outside with a slight breeze. Clouds hanging tightly to the sun. The wind blew Ophelia's hair across her eyes. Strands of light brown hair ruffling across her bandage. Making her place it behind her ears. She looked to Willy. Her long blonde hair was blowing too, but it was straight back. Swaying up and down slightly.

They approached the front of the Sanctuary where there were multiple trucks parked.

"Ophelia listen. What we do is very dangerous. We go into people's homes. Where they are familiar. They could have the advantage. They could start firing at any moment. Someone could retaliate at any one of us. Lash out and just try to even hurt one of us. Or they could all attack together. But we do this for them." Willy pointed to some women who were nearby walking around with baskets in their hands.

"We provide for them. We keep them safe."

"Willy. Don't fucking try."

Willy furrowed her brows and jolted to a stop.

"What you do is dangerous. What everyone does now to survive is dangerous. But what you do is wrong. It's dangerous because people have a reason to hate you all. You steal from them. It's not some noble bullshit. It's just shit. Don't pretend like it's something to be proud of. Something to be respected."

Willy stepped closer. Eyes beaming into Ophelia.

"You know. I'm really starting to wonder exactly why you're here."

"I'm a terrible person remember."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Just be prepared to be as terrible as you think you are."

Willy continued walking towards the truck and Ophelia continued right beside her.

They approached a white cargo van much larger than the one Ophelia had arrived in. A soldier was filling it with gas from an old tattered, and faded red gas can. Yellow spout pertruding, into the side of the van. A man walked from behind it opening the two back doors.

"Daryl." Ophelia rushed forward as she saw Daryl beginning to pack some boxes into the back of the van as the other man opened the doors. Daryl turned to her in suprise as she reached him. Boxes still in hand as she stopped in front of him. Her face was still but her lips began to twitch into a smile. Daryl gazed over her before turning to place the boxes in the truck. As he returned his eyes to her she swept him up in a hug. Pushing his arms aside as hers went around his waist. His body immediately tensing.

"Where's Carl?" His voice was raspy. His throat sounding scratched, lacking moisture.

She backed away arms still resting on his waist.

"Alexandria. With Rick."

"Why aren't you with him?"

She rushed forward again hugging him even tighter. Her lips almost against his ear.

"You'll be getting out of here soon." She began to interlock her fingers against his back embracing him further but Daryl quickly stepped back breaking her grip. He rose his hands up placing them on her arms pushing back slightly.

"I don't need you here. Go." His voice was quiet.

Ophelia looked to him in.

"Not until your home." She whispered.

"Don't act like your not ecstatic to see me. You know I saw your bike."

"You did what?"

"I sure did. Seeing her wasn't the only thing I did if you catch my drift." Ophelia rose her brows quickly up and down. Holding her tongue against her bottom lip with her top teeth.

"You fucking didn't."

"I gripped her handles and everything. Made her purr without even having the keys inside of her."

"Screw you Ophelia. My fist is going to be purring on your face." Daryl said in a mocking tone. A slight smile peeking on his face.

Ophelia reached a fist back and violently punched Daryl in his right forearm. His arm moved back for a second before returning to its position.

Ophelia was smiling loudly. The first signs of comfort and happiness since Carl had been here.

As she was smiling Negan walked from the back of the cargo van approaching Daryl from the back.

"I let you out of my sight for a fucking second and you already got all the ladies on you Daryl! I knew you were a lady killer but damb! I havent heard you say 5 fucking words. But when this one comes around you have plenty to say." Negan leaned his face in close to the side of Daryl's quickly as he continued walking, brushing his shoulder roughly against Daryl's.

"What a nice 'family' you have here." Negan said directing his attention to Ophelia.

"Real warm and fucking cozy." His words were sarcastic but the smile on his face showed pure amusement.

"You know Daryl. She actually won't give me her name. Not that I care but don't you think it'd be nice to know the name of the person that you're risking you're life with. Someone that you're going to be spending a lot of time with. Who's now apart of what I've created, and will work to make sure we continue to strive."

Negan looked to Daryl with a smile.

"Well?" He said as he slapped Daryl roughly on the back of his shoulder.

Daryl looked to him annoyance and anger on his face.

Negan ignored him looking back to Ophelia.

Ophelia could hear Willy's footsteps stop next to

"It's Ophelia." She said dryly.

Negan's lips tweaked into a smile, only to one side.

"I didn't know you wanted it so badly. To be honest you should of just asked. I mean yeah I got your bullshit hints but if you would of simply asked I would of given it to you. It was a waste of your time Negan."

Negan rose his brows and lifted his head up slightly. His neck twitching his head to the side quickly.

"But my name doesn't matter. Who I am doesn't matter. All that matters is what I can provide to the community right. All that matters is that I would risk my life for my fellow people. So how is a name going to determine if I can do those things or not? If you didn't think I was capable of that and more. I wouldn't be here."

"Smart girl."

Negan turned to look at Daryl.

"You see that Daryl. She's one of us now. Unlike you, she knows where she belongs. She knows how much of a good choice she made. You're not on the same page yet. But you will be. Soon." Negan squinted his eyes and nodded his head quickly.

Daryl looked at Ophelia. But his eyes were different. They showed anger.

Ophelia looked to him confusion laced on her face. Their stare was interrupted by Negan speaking.

"You are indeed a smart girl. You're going to benefit me highly doll." Negan began walking to Ophelia. Not stopping until his boots almost knocked into hers.

"Who do you work for?"

Ophelia was quiet.

"Who do you work for?"

Nothing.

Negan's eyes were calm but a storm of excitement was pleading to escape from them. The storm was awaiting her answer.

"The Sanctuary."

The storm was filling to the rim.

"Negan."

The storm broke through and Negan's tongue glided over his bottom lip sopping up the juiciness of his power. Daryl stared hatred at the pair.

"Daryl will break soon enough. But you. Don't think you're broke just yet. There's still some fight in you. Some resistance. And that's good. You'll need all the fire you've fucking got. But you will listen to me."

Negan rose his gloved hand reaching for Ophelia's face, but she stepped back avoiding his touch.

She could feel Daryl's eyes on her. She wanted him to understand. That she was doing this for him.

Negan looked annoyed at her resistance. "You two." Negan said turning back to look at Daryl quickly before returning his eyes to Ophelia.

"No more. He is not one of us. Yet. Until he decides he can play fair. Listen to me. Provide for me. Do as I say, then you will not get to talk to him. And he to you. Understood?"

Ophelia and Negan's eye were beaming heavily into one another, but Ophelia quickly broke their contact to gaze behind Negan looking to Daryl.

Daryl's eyes were harsh. She was unsure if the implied anger was for her or the man infront of her.

She looked back to Negan, refusing to say anything.

Willy began to raise her hand in an attempt to touch Ophelia gently on her arm but immediately stopped as Negan's face hardened with anger.

"Willy. Step the fuck down."

Ophelia could see Willy lower her arm and shift her body further away from Ophelia.

"Understood." Ophelia said as plainly as she could.

Negan continued to look at Ophelia. Face empty of any patience. Eyes wanting more displays of his power.

"Yes sir."

Negan's face was still for a moment before releasing a big smile. Eyes becoming lighter. Pleased with Ophelia.

Negan turned his head back and body slightly to look at Daryl as his smile dropped.

Daryl stood still. Face calm as resentment was plastered in his eyes.

Negan's face was harsh now. Annoyed and festering anger.

Daryl said nothing.

"Get him out of here." Negan said with a low voice as he turned back looking at Willy.

She promptly walked around Negan and approached Daryl. Daryl's eyes went to her and Willy placed her hands on Daryl's shoulder in an attempt to turn him around. His eyes went back to Ophelia.

They seemed unfriendly. His eyes grabbed hers and it felt as if she were beyond enemy lines. Harsh, unforgiving.

His eyes lingered in hers before Willy roughly shoved him around, grabbing the sewn handle of fabric that was on his back, shoving him away.

Ophelia watched as Daryl disappeared back to the side of the truck.

There were many soldiers walking around. Carrying weapons, loading them and other supplies in the multiple trucks.

Ophelia's mind was heavy with the unfriendly feeling Daryl excreted.

Her eyes clamered onto the metal railing of the bumper on the white cargo van. Sun trailing long lines of white light that beamed into Ophelia's pupil.

"I felt it too. He is definitely not happy with you." Negan chuckled.

"You know, I think we are more of a family than you are with him now. I mean. Look at what you've done."

Air brushed across her eyes.

Lids giving no signs of care to the dryness radiating through her eyes. Air whipped against her corneas, eyes clamoring for movement, for relief. But she gave them none.

"Hey!"

Ophelia jerked her head back to face Negan. As she blinked wetness instantly flooded her eyes. Almost tipping past.

"Look at what you've done Ophelia."

She raised her brows as confusion and fear swept her face. Fear that she had lost her family.

"Turning against them. Leaving them. Leaving them for me. You don't help them survive anymore. You don't comfort them from the horrors of this world anymore. You wont be there when they need you. If they need you. You'll be here. With me. Benefiting my people. Making sure I prosper. You know I'm really enjoying tearing this so called 'family' apart. First the two..."

"Stop. You're not tearing us apart."

"Us? Babydoll. You aren't apart of them anymore."

"Maybe I never was. Maybe they never cared for me." Ophelia said mockingly.

"Is that what you're going for here. Trying to make me question if they ever cared for me. Wanting me to truly turn against them. I chose to leave but I will never turn against them."

"You did that the second you thought about comimg back. But since you're the one that brought it up, ask yourself. I mean you have to be curious. Did they ever need you? Did Rick actually care about you? Did they care about you? Or were you just another person to help their group survive? To help them live on."

"Don't question my people without questioning these soldiers and bullshit excuse for people you call home. You comfort your people by them knowing that you are on their side. You're just another soldier to them. Someone that goes out and may or may not come back. But if you do come back you bring them shit and that's all they care about. All you do is provide. If you didn't provide, they wouldn't need you."

"They never needed you. That's why you're here now." Negan leaned his face closer to Ophelia's.

"I'm going to do you a favor. This one's on the house. Whether they cared for me or not is not going to break me. It would be better if they didn't. I don't deserve having good people like them. They're too good for me. Having people care for me and show me actual emotions if far from my grasp now. I can reach for them all I want and they may even reach back but I am not deserving of that touch anymore. So as I've told Willy countless times. Fuck off."

"You're right. You don't deserve them. You deserve more than those fuckers doll. You deserve me."

Ophelia leaned her face away from his. Uncomfortable with his last words.

"You don't want me to have you in the way I want you Negan."

"I want you the same way you want me doll. On your knees and begging."

"Something like that."

"It's going to happen doll. Getting you on your knees will be the easy part. Making you beg...Hell the last words of that Ginger were suck my nuts. So getting you to beg may be a little difficult. But it'll happen. Don't fucking worry."

Anger rushed through Ophelia. She quickly stepped forward. Her right boot knocking hard into Negan's left, her face so close to his.

"It'll be the other way around." Her voice harsh but calm, straining to break through her gritted teeth. Before their eyes could linger Ophelia turned and walked away quickly.

Her mind was a blur. Thoughts flashing by like cars with no headlights in the night.

It would be better if they didn't care for her. The thought of them worrying about her, scared for her safety made her mouth salivate. The thought that they would feel sadness or fear because of her well being made her want to throw up.

She doesn't deserve them. Especially not now.

But they do care, and she has to make sure their feelings towards her were not a waste.

She will never truly be a part of them. They do care and it's selfish of her to want them to care about her as they care for eachother. She was foolish for the hope that had risen in her only to be ripped apart and shredded. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

On her knees. In front of Negan.

The thought was simultaneously replaced by the life draining from Abraham as Lucille entered his mind. Not the way she entered Ophelia's, but barb against brain. Barb against brain. Barb against brain.

Ophelia wiped the wetness from under her eyes that had begun to trail down her cheek roughly.

A hand grabbed Ophelia by the shoulder making her stop. She turned quickly and Willy began dropping her hand from her shoulder.

Ophelia looked to her straight faced.

"We'll be leaving soon. Come on."

Ophelia said nothing as she began walking in the direction Willy had come from, back towards the trucks.

They were farther from the back of the trucks now and approached the booming of Negan's voice as about 25 soldiers were in a circle.

Ophelia stopped as she reached the edge of the circle but Willy continued through. Heads turning in annoyance in her direction as she nudged her way forward. Men and women quickly stepping aside as they noticed who it was.

Negan was not in the middle of the circle but on the edge. All eyes on him. Those next to him turned in his direction.

"This will be the second and hopefully last fucking trip we make to this community. Last time did not go so smoothly. Lucille had to get involved and let's just say I'm still picking off pieces of that fucker from her. But this time will hopefully go better. They now know that if they resist. They die. We've done this many times before. We all know what to do. You see any resistance. I will shut that shit down. If they don't provide today. They die. Understood?"

"Yes sir." The soldiers said altogether.

Negan began moving and all the soldiers began to disperse. Ophelia stood still unsure of where to go. As the soldiers dispersed she could see Negan and Willy in conversation. When they finished Negan turned walking away to the cargo van he would be in.

Ophelia began walking towards Willy. Her eyes still in Negan as she saw him approach Dwight who had Daryl in hand.

They exchanged words before Dwight placed Daryl roughly in the back of the same van she had arrived in. Two more soldiers piling in the back. Negan took his place in the passenger seat and Dwight took his in the driver side.

Willy was now turned in Ophelia's direction waiting on her.

"You'll be with me." Willy said as she approached her.

"Come on." Willy turned walking towards the white cargo van Daryl was loading. They passed it and came to a smaller grey van with a faded mail symbol on its side. They both stopped by the passenger door.

Willy looked to Ophelia once again before walking around the front of the truck.

Ophelia had turned to the passenger door and began reaching for the side of the truck to pull herself in but was stopped as a man rushed forward breaking her contact with the truck before she could make it.

He slipped into the passenger seat and glanced down at Ophelia.

Lime green eyes looked to her deeper ones.

"I can just ride in the back. No big deal." Ophelia said mockingly. She glanced past him to Willy who had her hands on the steering wheel.

She shrugged her shoulders playfully.

Ophelia looked straight faced as she turned for the back of the truck. There were already soldiers seated in the back of the truck. Two long metal slabs pertruding from against the sides of the truck served as seats. One on each side as they faced eachother. The side behind Willy was already full with four soldiers. A man seated behind Willy wore tattered jeans and a grey sweater. Ophelia's eyes widened as she saw Rico was seated next to the man. A man wearing cargo pants and a grey tshirt then a woman with grey pants and a tight black sweater next to him. She glanced to the other side and saw a man seated behind the young man with the lime green eyes. As she pulled herself into the truck she could see the man had on shorts. As she was crouched walking towards her seat she could see his legs were covered in scars. She took her place next to him. Allowing at least 3 feet between them. As her face reached its spot facing ahead she could see Rico's eyes were on her.

She threw him two gun fingers and his face was still. She slowly lowered her hands and placed them in her lap. She could feel the eyes of everyone on her.

Rico released a big smile.

"Just kidding. I'm never serious."

"Right." Rico said as he budged the man to his left with his elbow. Rico's elbow hitting the man in the side of his forearm. The man turned to him with an annoyed look on his face. As his eyes met Rico's his face changed into a scared smile.

"Right Rico. Right."

Ophelia looked to Rico with a slight smile. Relieved he was still the jokester she had first met.

Two women piled in, one immediately sat next to Ophelia while the other pulled the sliding door down almost half way before taking her seat. The trucks began piling out of the Sanctuary.

A total of 5 vehicles traveled down the road in a line. Negan and Dwight leading followed by a small suv, then Willy and Ophelia, behind them two more vans.

The sound of the road was prominet as the slits of plastic that hung from the open back of the van swayed from the wind.

The back of the van was fairly quiet apart from the sound of tires rolling and the roaring of the road and vans behind them.

Road blurring quickly as Ophelia looked to the back of the van.

The two women next to Ophelia were in conversation and the man and woman next to Rico held hands and talked quietly to one another.

Rico and Ophelia had small conversations filled with many bad jokes.

"This place is about an hour away from what Negan has told me." Willy voiced to the young man in the passenger seat.

"It's a bunch of guys held up in this small unfinished group of town homes. There's only four small buildings and from what we've learned so far, they spend most of their time in the woods."

"Guys in the woods. Great." Willy said sarcastically.

"The leader is some young buck. Attitude out the ass. His snappy mouth is what got one of his friends killed."

"You're a young buck with a snappy mouth." Willy said coyly.

The young man huffed.

"But I'm not an idiot."

"No baby you are not."

Ophelia looked to the two. Willy's eyes looked back to Ophelia quickly before returning to the road.

They drove on for about twenty minutes before the truck infront of them began pulling to the side of the

road. Willy slowly began pulling to the side, placing the truck in park and turning it off. Both her and the young man climbed out of the truck.

The soldiers in the back beginning to look out the back of the truck through the slots of plastic that hung down.

Soon Willy came to the back of the truck lifting the door that had been open halfway all the way up pulling the slits of plastic apart to peek through.

"Alright. Some soldiers need to piss. We'll take 5 minutes and head back out."

Willy released the slits and they collided against eachother.

The soldiers began piling from the back of the truck. When it was Rico's turn he offered Ophelia to go first. She piled out jumping from the back of the truck followed by Rico and the two other two men.

They were on a long stretch of road. Woods to their left and open field to the right. Many soldiers walked around loosening up their legs. Some headed to the woods to do their business while others did it out in the openness off the field. Ophelia had stopped by the back of the truck as Rico walked around her headed off to some other soldiers. The smell of piss entered her nose as a man stood a couple feet away from her was urinating. He stood on the edge of the road as his urine aimed for the grass. She scrunched her nose in anger and walked to the side of the truck. She leaned against it arms crossed.

She just wanted to get this done. Get back to the Sanctuary and get Daryl home. She had thought of using this as an opportunity but decided against it. They were too far from home,

too exposed.

Her eyes darted to her left as a man had begun to approach her. Her eyes became locked on Negan. He was walking smoothly with Lucille on his right shoulder, her bottom gripped by leather. As he came closer he looked to the ground quickly then rose his head up and stroked his beard slowly. His eyes colliding into Ophelia's.

She promptly pushed herself off the truck with her back standing up straight.

Her eyes followed him. His eyes bashed into hers as he came closer. He turned his body in her direction as he stopped infront of her.

"What?"

His eyes trailed down stopping at her arms. He brought Lucille from his shoulder and rested her at his side. With his left hand he gently tugged on her right wrist that was placed under her left arm. She dropped her left arm to her side as he brought her right hand closer to him. He flipped her arm over finally seeing what he wanted.

The skin at the ridges of her scar were a deep pink. Skin gradually becoming lighter as the top of the scar was a shiny white. Thick and pertruding as a ridge of scar tissue escalated up her forearm almost three inches long. She looked at him as his eyes looked over her scar.

He moved his hand from her wrist further up her arm. Stopping only for his thumb to trace back and forth over the soft skin.

"You going to tell me how you got this?" He said as his eyes went back to hers.

"No."

"And why not doll?" His voice was quiet.

"Why should I?"

"Because someone hurt you. And I care about you."

Ophelia released a chuckle.

"Fuck off."

"What happened Ophelia?"

"A knife."

Negan rose his brows.

"That's it. That's all you're going to give me."

Ophelia nodded her head slowly.

Negan continued to rub his thumb against her scar. The feel of his thumb was almost numb on her previously torn skin. All she could feel were the echoes of his touch. However the feel of the rest of his hand against her arm was strong.

"This reminds you of your sister doesn't it?"

"What!?"

Ophelia quickly jerked her arm away from him.

She rose her face closer to his.

"What did you say?"

"It was a lucky guess." He said calmly.

She rose her right hand and gripped his left shoulder tightly.

"What made you say that Negan?" Her voice escalating with fury.

"If it wasn't your sister it would of been someone else. Take your pick. Your father, brother, your fucking dog Rosco."

Ophelia looked to him with furrowed brows.

"You deserve to be cared about."

"Even if it's by someone like you?" She said mockingly.

"Someone like me? Especially by someone like me." Negan smiled.

"Stop wasting you're fucking breath and stop throwing it in my direction. Let's not forget that you too have given me scars."

She tightened her grip and Negan moved his shoulder back slightly. She pulled him quickly to her. She allowed distance to make sure their chest did not touch, though they were centimeters away from one another. She placed her left hand on his face gently.

"The scars on my shoulder are nothing compared to the ones I want to put all over you." Her eyes were wide now as she stroked her hand against his face repeatedly.

Negan brought his left hand up knocking her right hand to her side as he placed it on the side of her shoulder. He stepped forward quickly pushing her back roughly against the truck with a loud thud.

He rotated Lucille from his right side bringing her to the side of Ophelia's face. Barbs gently placed on Ophelia's cheek. Her barbs warm from the outside. Warm metal meeting hotter skin.

Negan's eyes were wide now as he stared into Ophelia.

"Let's not fucking forget that I will not hesitate to not only give you more scars but take your life away in the process."

"That's a little harsh don't you think. I thought we've grown so close Negan. I thought you cared about me."

Ophelia pressed her face forward towards Negan's. Metal indenting her face as the barb pressed harder against her skin, pinning it down as the skin around the points rose slightly. She could feel the stinging of the metal almost breaking through her skin.

"But Negan I.. I care about you too." She said mockingly.

She released a laugh.

"This is a discussion for a more private time don't you think?"

Negan chuckled smoothly as Ophelia realised how many eyes were on the two. Many soldiers stopped in their tracks looking at them.

Ophelia's eyes went back to Negan's.

Negan removed Lucille from Ophelia's face. His hand that was on her shoulder moved up to caress her neck gently.

Ophelia stood still.

"Be careful when we get there." Negan said with a straight face.

Ophelia was still. Her eyes stuck in Negan's. He was everywhere. Everything.

As Negan removed his hand from her neck she could see and feel Daryl's eyes on her. Her eyes darted to her left where Dwight held onto Daryl from his back. They were standing to the the front of the white van that was parked infront of the grey mail van.

Negan turned to look at the two as well, but his face showed amusement.

Her eyes returned to Negan's yet again.

So many eyes. Staring. Concentrating on her. Making her palms sweat and mind heavy.

Negan looked back quickly again to Daryl then back to Ophelia. A genuine smile plastered on his face before his tongue was bit down by his white teeth.

Negan turned and walked towards Dwight and Daryl.

"Let's fucking go!" Negan ordered to everyone.