Lennon went to the commissary and was looking for a bag, jacket (hers' had somehow gone missing when she had arrived), compass and snacks. I need to buy things over a week's period so this doesn't look suspicious. She thought grabbing a bag of goldfish and pretzels.

"Do you guys have a compass?" She asked the vendor.

"As a matter of fact, yes, right here!" The old lady said digging through some junk and pulling one out.

"Perfect, I'll take it!"

Ok, now time to work as much as possible so I have more fucking points. She dropped the items off at her room. And my scrubs are at Negan's, great! They have to have extra. She headed over to the clinic where Finn and Dr. Elliot sat going over records.

"Lennon, you're supposed to be resting." Dr. Elliot said getting up.

"That's what I've been doing all day. Please let me work, I feel like I'm going crazy!"

"It has not even been a full day, come on now, back to bed with you." He said trying to push her out.

"No!" She yelled, "Please, I need to keep my mind busy. Negan won't find out, I promise." She said softening her tone.

"Come on Dr. Elliot, it's just a busted face, nothing serious." Finn pleaded.

"Fine, extra scrubs are over here." He said as Lennon grabbed a pair and quickly changed.

"Dream team is back, watch out!" She said snapping her fingers.

"Haha, yes!" Finn said as he clapped.

"I'm going to go grab some dinner, I'll be back in a bit." Dr. Elliot said shaking his head.

Finn and Lennon began talking about what had happened earlier in the day. She of course left out the part where she'd be getting out, no one needed to know that.

"Wow, he's a bigger hot head than I thought." Finn said with a puzzling look on his face.

"You think? It's just ridiculous!"

"You seriously considered Dwight to be a friend though?"

"Yeah, what's so weird about that? He's a cool guy as far as I can tell." She said tipping her chair back and nearly loosing balance.

"Have you done anything with Negan?" Finn whispered.

"Why are we whispering?" She whispered right back.

"Well?"

"No, that's why he needs to cool it! We're not a couple by any means, we just enjoy talking to each other. We've slept in the same bed and have cuddled, but that is seriously it." Finn's eyes grew wide.

"He let you sleep in his bed? That's a pretty big deal Lennon, he won't let any of his wives sleep with him."

"Eh." She said shrugging her shoulders.

"Hey you two, miss anything?" Dr. Elliot asked walking in.

"Nope, hey you think I could work a double Dr. E?" Lennon asked cocking an eyebrow.

"You're really pushing it missy…but we could use the help."

"Thanks!" She said smiling.

The rest of the night went by pretty slow, but Finn kept it entertaining. Morning came along quickly and Lennon took a break to grab some breakfast. She saw Dwight in the dining hall with Roscoe next to him.

"Hey, you think you could take him till this evening?"

"Yeah, I-I have today off so it shouldn't be a problem." He said, his eyes darting back and forth.

"Hey boy!" She sad petting Roscoe and tossing him a piece of bacon.

She ate her breakfast at the clinic and after things went by pretty quickly. People were coming in with small things, like persistent headaches, or cuts, dental problems, colds and more. It was just what Lennon needed to keep her mind off of things. The girl she had worked her shift with, Emma, was putting on her jacket.

"Hey, where'd you get that?" Lennon asked, noticing it was hers.

"Commissary, almost 2 weeks ago."

"Can I trade you something for it? When I first came here I was wearing that jacket but I guess someone thought it was their responsibility to get rid of it."

"What do you have to offer?" Emma asked.

"How about a record?"

"Yes! I just got a player, but have no vinyls." She said as they walked out.

"Well, I think you'll like my collection, follow me!" Lennon said.

They got to her room and Emma grabbed Lennon's only Beatle record. Ugh, of course. She thought, as a little piece of her died inside.

"Thanks!" Emma said waving as she left.

"No, thank you!" Lennon said shutting the door.

She showered, threw her clothes on (and her trusty jacket) and stopped by commissary again. She grabbed a few more snacks (which included bottled water) and found a perfect back pack.

"Yes!" She said through a yawn.

She began to head over to Dwight's to grab Roscoe. I can do this, I can get out of here.

"Bright eyes, wait up!"

"Negan, I need space, please respect that." She quickened her pace.

"I need to talk to you darling!" He said catching up to her.

Ugh, and that's what happens when you're short, you can't get away or keep up with anyone. She stopped, rolling her eyes.

"Fuck. I said I was sorry." He said grabbing her arm and pulling her into a doorway.

"I don't care. What you did was fucked up, it shows your true character."

"I-I, oh God…" He said running his hand through his thick, black hair. It's as if he knows that drives me crazy.

"I really fucking care about you Lennon. I haven't felt this way about anyone since…" He drew in air, "Lucille." It was as if that name burnt his lips, in this context.

She looked up at him. He had placed his arm on the wall above Lennon and was leaning over her.

"I think it's best if we stay away from each other. I seem to get others into a lot of trouble because of you. It's too much of a burden." She said looking into his sorrowful eyes. It had hurt to say that since he had opened up so much.

"I can't fucking do that." He growled, placing his forehead to Lennon's.

Her heart was fluttering and a warmness was coming over her. Come on Lennon, stay strong, what he did was fucked up. Walk away. She sighed, closing her eyes.

"I need some time to be alone." She said softly while cupping his free hand with hers'.

"Fuck!" He yelled as he pulled back. He forcefully punched the brick wall and briskly walked away.

Lennon exhaled and slid to the floor. She placed her face into her hands and began to sob. What the hell is wrong with me?! I shouldn't be crying, I feel like I finally resisted him. This should be a victory. I shouldn't even have feelings for him, when my heart belongs to Daryl, which doesn't seem like the case lately. Suck it up buttercup. She thought as she deeply inhaled and wiped tears away from her face.

Knock, knock, knock! Lennon rapped on Dwight's door, "Hey!" He said opening up. His room was slightly bigger than Lennon's and he was watching a movie on an ancient television. Roscoe barked and ran up to Lennon, spinning in circles like crazy.

"There's my boy!" She said squatting down and giving him a good squeeze.

"What time do your start your next shift? I'll take him off your hands whenever. Haven't been able to sleep much lately." Dwight said, barely maintaining eye contact.

"I'm starting at midnight and won't get off till noon."

"Sounds good, I'll see you then." He said beginning to shut the door.

"Hey, do you need me to get dog food at all?" Lennon asked.

"Nope, there's plenty, so no need to worry. See you later."

And with that he shut the door. As Lennon walked to go take Roscoe outside she could hear Negan yelling at his people. He sounded pissed off and upset. Great, another thing to add to my list of getting people into trouble because of me. She thought as she exited the building. She unhooked Roscoe from his leash and he ran off, sniffing around like crazy. The sun was beginning to set, making the sky look almost gold.

"Nothing gold can stay." Lennon mumbled.

Suddenly, Roscoe began barking, but Lennon couldn't see him. She ran the perimeters shouting his name, but nothing.

"What the hell?!"

There was an old garden shed in the corner that hadn't been used for anything in some time and the door was open. She jogged over and there was a hole in the wall. She got onto her knees, looking out and there was Roscoe on the other side of the fence chasing after some squirrels.

"Roscoe, come here now!" Lennon yelled frantically. She could hear wrestling from the nearby woods.

"ROSCOE, come NOW!" She said as she began crawling through the space and making her way towards him.

"Fuck!" Her pant leg got snagged and she panicked, looking up she saw a walker came out of the woods.

"Argh!" She said yanking her leg and it tearing. She stumbled to get up and Roscoe was barking at the walker coming towards him.

"Roscoe, no!" She screamed, her voice becoming hoarse.

He ran circles around the walker, causing it to trip and fall on top of him. Lennon was so close to getting to him when she heard him yelp.

"No!" She flung herself at the walker and stabbed it in the head. Roscoe whined and walked over to her, holding his paw up.

"Hey, what happened? I heard you yelling!" Simon said running over.

Lennon looked up at him as tears welled up in her eyes.

"And why the fuck is there a hole…oh shit."

"Is he going to change?" Lennon asked as tears ran down her face.

"I-I imagine so. He got him pretty good." He said examining the paw.

Roscoe collapsed and began to foam at the mouth. "No!" Cried Lennon.

"Turn away, I'm so sorry kid." Simon told Lennon.

She saw him pull a knife out and heard one last yelp from Roscoe.

"This is all my fault. I should have been watching him." Lennon said turning to Simon and falling into his arms.

"Who would have known? There's nothing that could have been done differently. I'm sorry." He said holding her and rubbing her back. "We better get out of here before any more of those fuckers show up." He said grabbing Lennon and lifting her up. She nodded her head, "Wait, can he have a proper burial?" She looked at Roscoe's lifeless body.

"Yeah, I'll come back for him after I take care of you." He said calmly.

"I'm fine, please take him before more come out and eat him." She said sniffling. "And please tell Dwight."

"Will do kid."

"Thanks Simon." She said smiling. "Sorry, I just can't right now." She said as more tears came pouring down.

She ran to the only place she could think of. I need Negan. She ran, pushing fat Josepha out of the way.

"Hey!" He said surprised.

She went into Negan's place without even knocking.

"Hey, what the fuck?" He yelled turning around, placing a beer he had grabbed from the fridge onto the counter.

"Lennon, what the fuck happened?" He asked embracing her and stroking her hair.

"Roscoe, he-he he was a-attacked…walker!" She said between the sobs.

"Come here darling." He said walking her over to the couch. They sat down and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back and gently saying "Shh, it's going to be ok bright eyes." He kissed her head and just held her.

She calmed down a little bit. Negan's arm was tightly wrapped around her shoulder and his other hand rested on Lennon's lap. It was lightly bandaged and she softly grabbed it, "Is this from earlier?"

"Yeah. It's fine though." He said as he laced his fingers with hers.

"We're just a big ol' fucking mess, aren't we?" She giggled and looked up at him.

"That sums it up pretty fucking well." He chuckled.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" She quietly asked.

"Of course you can, no need to ask."

"Thanks." She said wiping her nose with her jacket sleeve. "I'm going to go take a shower."

"Ok, grab a pair on my sweats and a shirt from my drawers to change into." He said, watching her make her way to the bathroom.

She opened his drawer, and wasn't surprised to see that it was very organized. She grabbed a pair of his briefs and a white V-neck shirt. She quickly showered and threw the clothes on. She just wanted this day to be over with.

Negan was in bed already, reading a book and peered over it when Lennon walked out. He let out a low whistle, setting the novel down and taking his glasses off.

"God damn, I never thought I'd say this, but you look a lot fucking better in my clothes than I do!"

Lennon laughed, adjusting the shirt since it was lower on her because of how small she was compared to him. She crawled into bed next to him.

"And you're wearing my fucking briefs too? Anything underneath them?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"No!" She said taking his arm and putting it around her waist. "Don't worry I'll wash them!" She giggled.

"Hot diggity damn, no need to!" He said as he ran his fingers along her waist.

She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The sound of it was soothing and caused Lennon to drift to sleep.