BookKeeper88: Is that... is that good thing?

BlueBloodsSVUOrder: I honestly feel the same. Love Daryl and Vickie... but can't get enough of her and Negan, either!

Kara315: I totally get where you're coming from. You're not wrong about a lot of what you said, too. Things are gonna get really complicated, even more complicated than they already are. Vickie is gonna be tugged into two directions, and while her heart belongs to Daryl... there's some part of her that seeks out Negan...

MissTeller-Ortiz-Dixon: There's that darker part of her that she usually suppresses, it's drawn to Negan, and she lets it out around him. That's what she needs. At least that's how I see it :P

karrie. conner. 1: I'm a Daryl girl to, and Vickie is his girl... but yeah, there's just something about Negan ;)

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I'm back again... because of the lovely reviews. So, thanks guys!

Bamby

VPOV

Negan hadn't been there when I woke up- which I was grateful for. He'd set some clothes at the end of the bed for me, just a pair of jeans and a grey shirt. Once I was dressed I found Gary waiting outside Negan's office. Yes, I still had someone watching me.

I sat out on the stairs by the walker fence, just like yesterday. Only, instead of a cup of coffee in my hands, I'd made myself a cup of tea instead. Last night I'd managed to get some sleep, which meant I didn't need the caffeine to pick me up.

Part of me was hating myself. Had been since I woke up.

Sleeping with Negan had been wrong. Even if we'd only slept. He was still the asshole who'd killed my friends, kidnapped and tortured my husband, and was keeping me away from my family. Though… the last part was also my fault.

Despite the fact sleeping with Negan was wrong, I knew it was the only way I would have slept last night. Knowing he was there and no one would come in while I was asleep. I hate to admit it, but I'd actually felt safe. But it's the truth.

He may be a monster, and a murdered, and a horrible person… but I felt safe with him. Well, I felt safer with him. It was better than being alone, which is why I knew I'd be sleeping in his bed again…

…

I was still outside, now watching Eugene as he worked away. He'd been nice enough and offered to take over guard duty so Gary could have a break… and so could I. Gary had been a little unsure, but when Eugene explained that if I did anything he'd sound out an alert on the walkie, Gary decided that was good enough and left.

Since then I'd stayed where I was, watching as Eugene ordered people around as they poured molten melted metal onto walkers to keep them together, keep them in place, and keep them safe.

Nothing was really happening, so I found myself wondering about home and my family again. But like it usually did these days, I found my thoughts wandering to memories of Glenn…

I sighed, resting my head on Glenn's shoulder. We were both sick, in cell block A in the prison, with everyone else that had the killer flew.

It had been awhile since Glenn and I really got to hang out, and it was unfortunate that the circumstances weren't better. But we were really good friends, and I guess having each other now was helpful.

"Maggie's probably worried sick about us," he sighed, his cheek resting on my head.

"Yeah. I bet. I'm just glad she's not sick too, you know? Everyone else as well. It's bad enough we're in here..."

There was a sweet silence that fell between us, not at all uncomfortable or awkward. It was just nice, and friendly. There was no pressure to make conversation or anything like that when it came to Glenn.

He chuckled lightly which caused him to cough, catching my attention. "What?" I asked, moving back so I could look at him.

He shrugged. "I just remembered when we first met."

I grinned at the memory. "Ah, yes. The high way, bus and fast red car."

"You had just been standing there. I was sure you were a walker or something. But when I saw you, I had never been more shocked in my life... well except for the time Maggie rode up to us on a horse to get Lori after you and Carl had been shot. I think that was more shocking than anything."

"I heard about that," I laughed, which caused me to cough too. Once I was finished, I went on, trying to ignore it. "You had a crush on me and then Daryl and I got close. Then Maggie turned up, and you liked her..." I grinned cheekily. "I think you have a thing for big entrances."

He blushed slightly, tilting his head back in a way that made my eyes look to his sweat covered forehead. "Yeah, well, I kinda knew I didn't stand a chance with you once I saw how close you and Daryl got." He shrugged.

Leaning over I kissed his cheek. "Things turned out for the best then, huh?"

I wiped at a tear then, trying to suppress the memory and the feelings it was stirring up.

The door behind me opened.

"Vic-tor-i-a! There you are." I could hear the grin on Negan's lips as he stepped out and stopped at the top of the stairs. "Been looking all over for you, Sweetheart."

Wiping at another tear, I sighed, "What do you want, Negan?"

"Now is that the way you greet someone who's got you a present?"

"Whatever you have, I don't want," I told him, without turning, keeping my eyes on the fence. "Give it to someone who needs it." I stood and started to walk down the stairs.

But I didn't get far before his words stopped me. "Did I say it was something? No." He gave a light chuckle. "I got you a person."

Suddenly, he had my interest…

…

Negan walked us down a long hall, heading straight for the door at the end where Dwight and Simon stood. Coming to a stop, Negan nodded to them. "Gentlemen, would you do me the honour of showing this fine young lady her gift?"

Without a word, Simon grasped the handle, and with a definitive tug, opened the door.

There, kneeling in the room, hands tied behind his back and gag in his mouth, was the asshole who'd slapped me that night we first met Negan. The same asshole who had tormented Enid. The same asshole who had beaten up Aaron. The same asshole who'd tried to rape me just days ago.

Davey

"What the hell is this?" I asked, looking from Simon to Negan- completely ignoring Dwight.

Negan shrugged. "I have a strict no violence against women rule. After talking it out with Dwighty boy, he told me it was Davey who attacked you in the hall the other day. Then Simon said this fucker lied, that he did slap you that first night we met, and that he had no fucking reason to." He turned to me. "So, I thought I'd give you the opportunity to give as good as you got."

Slowly I tore my eyes from Negan's before letting them rest on Davey. I'd also told him he'd regret slapping me. Then he'd tormented Enid. Then he'd tried to rape me in the hallway…

"Simon." I spoke without looking away from the man kneeling before me. "Do you have a knife?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

I reached out and waited before he put the knife in my hand. "Thanks."

Negan chuckled, shifting on the spot, clearly excited. "Don't hold back, Sweetheart," he encouraged.

Needing nothing more, I stepped forward and into the darkened room, rolling the knife in my palm. I watched as Davey's eyes went wide the moment he realised how much shit he was actually in. I kept moving until I stood behind him, not wanting him to see what I was going to do. I wanted the unknown to be torturous.

Lifting my free hand, I gripped his hair and pulled his head back, making him flinch in pain and fear. Our eyes met as my other hand rose to show him the knife. Slowly and tauntingly, I pressed the tip of the blade to the corner of his eyes, watching sweat drip off his forehead.

"You pissing your pants yet?" I asked, slowly edging the tip of the blade to the corner of Davey's lips.

"I think he is, Sweetheart." Negan grinned as he leaned against the door frame, all three men outside watching me.

"Good," was all I said before I cut into his skin and dragged the knife down painfully slow until it came to a stop just under his eye.

He screamed against the gag, and tried to struggle against my hold. But I kept a firm grip, and dug my knee into his back to add more pain and get more control.

As I pulled the knife back I looked down at my work, seeing a cut that almost matched mine completely. You'd think I would feel sick and wrong after marking this man before me. But I didn't. Actually, I felt... good? No, that wasn't right. I felt... powerful.

Dropping my knee from his back I let go of his hair. He fell to the floor, knocked out from the pain and shock.

Not caring, I simply stepped over him and moved to Simon, offering his knife back. "Thanks." I nodded.

He shrugged. "Any time."

Turning my head, I set my eyes on Negan's, seeing fire in them. Only this time it wasn't out of anger. This time, it was from heat and desire. Just like when I'd knelt before him that first night. Only now, it was more intense. Now, it didn't scare me. Now, it made me feel beautiful, powerful and strong.

"Thank you for the gift. I'll be sure to repay the favour," I told him before facing the hall and walking off, leaving the men to do whatever it is they were going to do with the unconscious asshole I'd left on the ground.

RPOV

I was walking down the road, passing Tara's house, when I spotted her coming out, a troubled look on her face.

"Hey," I called to her, moving over to the porch steps.

She paused, looking up at me. "Hey."

"You all right?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "Yeah, I was just- I was just coming over to see you. What's up?"

"Have you seen Rosita? She didn't show for her guard shift this morning."

"She probably just went out looking for more."

"Mm. Yeah," I sighed, turning around to look down the road. I knew Rosita was on a mission, but I wished she work with us. It would make things a lot easier. "Why were you-" I paused, turning back to Tara. "Why were you coming by?"

She hesitated, shifting on the spot for a moment, before she spoke. "I have something to tell you." Taking breath, she went on, "They…" she sighed. "They have guns. A lot of them. I saw it."

I frowned, confused. "What?"

"That group," she explained. "Um, the women I met." She sighed again, "They have an armoury. They have guns."

VPOV

I sat on a chair outside Negan's office, waiting for him. I'd spent all day wandering around. At first, I'd felt pretty good about what I'd done to Davey. But now I felt pretty shitty. I felt horrible. Like a monster. So, I'd come to find Negan in the hopes that I could reminded myself that I wasn't a monster, and that I was nothing like the people here.

His whistling caught my attention.

Looking up I watched as he walked down the hall, Lucille resting on his shoulder, one of his men right behind him like usual. A smile was plastered on Negan's face as he kept his eyes on me, ignoring the cleaners who knelt at his presence.

"Vic-tor-i-a. What you did to Davey…" He shook his head. "I have never, ever seen something like that before. You, are a fucking thing of beauty. The rage in your eyes. I could just tell you were having the time of your life back there."

Sighing I continued to look up at him even as he stopped by me. "I don't enjoy hurting people. I enjoy getting revenge. That asshole was warned. I don't like it when I don't get to carry out threats and promises."

It was true. It may be rare, but I always liked to keep my word even if its violent. Shane had been warned, and though I way not have killed him I did put walker him down. I'd told Ron that if he tried to hurt my family again, I'd put him down. Look what happened there.

Negan's grin slipped slightly as he watched me. "Go do something useful," he ordered the other Saviour.

Sure enough, they turned and headed down the hall without so much as a word or pause.

"Follow me." Negan gestured for me to enter his office as he opened the door and stepped in himself.

Getting up from the seat I did as I was told and stepped through the doorway. With a deep breath, I reached for the handle and closed the door behind me. Turning I found him leaning against his desk, watching me, waiting for me to move closer to him so he could start talking. So, I did exactly that, stepping up to stand maybe a foot or two away from him.

"Do not fucking tell me you're upset because of what you did." He folded his arms over his chest. I noticed that Lucille was now resting against the side of the desk, and not in his grasp.

I shrugged. "I'm not."

"But you are upset," he noted. "So, what's the fucking problem?"

"I've been here for only a handful of days and I'm already changing," I started, feeling no need to hide the truth from him. "I'm torturing people, and I'm enjoying it. I'm losing myself."

He shook his head. "First of all, is all that really such a terrible thing? Secondly, what makes you think you're losing yourself? If anything, it looks to me that you're finally embracing yourself."

"Well, if that's the case, I don't like who I am."

Watching me carefully, he didn't speak as he contemplated my words and read my body language. It set me on edge, how he was looking at me like that, as if I was a puzzle and he was putting all the pieces together.

Finally, he spoke, "Are you sure you don't like who you are? Or are you worried about what your family and your people think about you?"

I jumped at his question. "I... I don't know..." I admitted, never having thought that could be my problem.

He nodded, understanding a little more. "If you were so worried about who you are, you wouldn't have let yourself turn into this. You had all the things to keep you from doing it. Support. Family. Friends. Husband." He rolled his eyes at the last word. "So, think about what's really upsetting you."

I did. I turned my gaze down to the floor as I thought about what my real problem might be. Was Negan right? Did I actually like myself?

Yes and no... I was losing parts of me I needed, the softer parts, but... was that my fault?

A tear slipped from my eye. "It's my family. Ever since that night... that night we met you... everyone changed. I changed. My dad, he can't look at me without there being pity in his eyes. My brother, I can't look at him without feeling guilty about my deal with you. My daughter blames me, I know she does. The rest of them... they pity me." Shaking my head, I kept my eyes on the ground. "It's not the same anymore. "

Gently and carefully, he reached forward to brush my tear from my cheek. I sucked in my breath as I looked up at him, shocked into silence.

"What happened that night is not your fault."

My eyes fell to the ground again. "But if I hadn't have opened my mouth, Glenn would still be alive."

"Asian boy, right?" he asked and I nodded. "It is not your fault he died. You told me to leave your other friend alone. I was more than happy to do that if you looked at Lucille. You were going to. I know it. You know it. It's Daryl's fault your Asian friend died. He stepped out of line. He even punched me, the fucker. So, it's his fault, not yours."

As much as I understood his words, they weren't exactly helping me. I still felt pretty guilty. If I hadn't of told Negan to leave Rosita alone and caught his attention, Daryl probably wouldn't have reacted the way he had.

"And if you think you don't have any support, then you're sorely fucking mistaken. I know for a fact those people back home are kicking themselves without you. You're a fucking asset to have, Sweetheart, and don't you forget it. I know for a fucking fact I'm glad you're here. Having a badass chick like yourself makes me one hell of a lucky man."

Looking up I found his grin looking down on me.

That was enough.

"Thanks. I, uh… I better go." I gestured over my shoulder to the door as I started backing up.

He just watched me go without saying a word, grin still firmly in place.

…

Walking into the cafeteria- Eugene right beside me- I looked around the room to find a table we could sit at while eating lunch. That's when I spotted Mark. I hadn't seen, or spoken, to him since that first day, and since then a lot had happened. But I one thing that hadn't changed was the fact that I knew I needed to make friends, and he seemed like a good candidate.

"You go get us some food, I'll get us a table," I told Eugene, smiling up at him.

He simply gave a short nod before moving off to get the food.

Once I was alone, I headed towards Mark, seeing him looking down at his food, trying to hide his face as best as he could- just like last time.

"Hi." I nodded, sliding into the chair across from him.

He looked up, eyes darting around the room as if he was scared to be seen. "Uh… hi? What are you doing here?"

Chuckling lightly, I gave a short shake of my head. "Are we really going to have this conversation again?"

As his eyes met mine then, I could see the genuine fear in them. "Negan didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"You're off bounds," he explained, which just added to my already growing confusion. "He sent out a message to practically everyone. Unless we're told otherwise, we're supposed to stay away from you." Sliding out of his chair, he grabbed his food. "I don't mean to offend you, but I've already pissed Negan off once. I don't want to do it again." With that, he walked off.

My jaw hung low as I looked at the spot where he'd been standing just a few seconds ago. His words were reeling in my head. I couldn't believe it. Was he telling the truth? Did Negan really do that?

Just then a plate with a salad and egg sandwich was placed in front of me before Eugene took the seat Mark had been occupying. He started to eat his food but paused when he realised something was wrong.

"Vickie, is everything-"

I cut him off, meeting his gaze, "Did Negan tell everyone to stay away from me?"

He hesitated for a moment, shifting uncomfortably. "I, uh… I-I'm not sure if I, uh…" he stumbled over his words, unable to form a complete sentence. It told me everything I needed to know.

"That son of a bitch."

…

As much as I knew there was no way I was getting any sleep in my own room, I refused to go to Negan. Not after I found out he told everyone to stay away from me. That's why I was in my room, sitting on my bed, legs folded in front of me.

A knock on my door had me sigh before I got off the bed and moved over to the door, brushing my night dress down as I did. The moment I opened the door I rolled my eyes.

Negan stood there, a covered tray in one hand and Lucille in the other, his grin sitting in its rightful place.

Turning around, I left the door open as I went back to the bed. I just sat myself down and watched as he came in and set the tray on my kitchen bench. Then he turned to me as he moved to the middle of the room, rolling Lucille on his shoulder.

"Thank you for the food. You can go now," I told him shortly.

He gave a light chuckle. "I thought I might stay here. Brought enough food for two. We could sit, and eat, maybe talk." His eyes glanced at my bed. "Then we could go back to my room… or stay here."

I shrugged. "We could do both. You could go back to yours, and I'll stay here."

Seeing that I was clearly in a mood, he sighed. "What the fucks wrong now?"

"You told Mark he can't talk to me." I glared at him. "I can't make friends if everyone's too scared to come near me."

"You don't need friends. You've got Eugene, and me. That's all you need."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I moved so I was standing on my bed, needing the extra height. "What gives you the right to determine what I do and don't need? I'm not yours. I am my own person!" I snapped. "I need friends, Negan. Or I'm going to go insane in this place!"

His eyes went cold… suddenly it felt like he was as tall as the Sanctuary as he loomed over me. "Despite what you fucking think, Sweetheart, you are mine."

"No, I'm not. You can't control me, Negan."

"You're right. No one can control you. But I will fucking do the best I fucking can to make sure no one lays another fucking finger on you. David's lucky I didn't string him up on the fence to set an example. No one, and I mean not one single fucking fucker, is ever going to fucking hurt you again. If that means I have to stop you from making friends, then I fucking will. Whatever it takes to keep you safe."

I stood my ground, despite the fact that his words had softened my anger ever so slightly. I just had to keep reminding myself of who this man was. "It's not your job to keep me safe. You're not my husband."

He took a step closer, to the point where his shins were against the bed. "I don't know if you've realised this, but you don't have a husband anymore. The day you came here is the day you left all that behind you." Turning away from me, he moved to the door. "You better learn to love this place pretty fucking quickly, because Sweetheart, you're never leaving." With that, he walked out and closed the door behind him.

Coming here, I knew it would probably be some time before I got to see my family again… it never occurred to me that I might be wrong… that I might never see them again. That thought was another to crush me into a million pieces. All the pain and sorrow I'd been holding back…

I cried myself to sleep that night. I cried harder than I had in years.

So… do you guys think Vickie's gonna bounce back? Will she get desperate? Like people say, desperate people do desperate things… what do you think is going to happen next?

Bamby