Disclaimer: AMC owns the story and characters of The Walking Dead, I'm the owner of the plot and OC's for this story.

Author's note: Some stuff from this chapter will be important later.

After

The Sanctuary

Negan came to discover that Sherry and Martha didn't like each other that much. The fact that his lovers didn't get along was none of his concern as he kept his visits regular between both women, and Sherry was still very much with Dwight, even if her 'womanly wiles' got her some good stuff at the commissary.

The leader of the Saviors never really thought the situation had become that dire between Sherry and Martha as to cause a very public argument that kept them both confined in their rooms for three days. Confinement had a placating effect on Martha, who came out of it docile, pleasant and ready to serve Negan in whichever way he wanted. Sherry came back dignified and cold, steeled by some self-righteous assumption that she was in the right of…whatever they had been fighting about.

Martha told Negan that Sherry wanted her to leave him alone, since she had been sleeping with him first. This didn't sit with Negan that well, it bothered him that Sherry believed herself some sort of powerful concubine or baddest-bitch just for letting him wet his dick inside her.

That was the reason Negan called Sherry to his little office. The quaint room was mostly bare, save for a table and four chairs, some of Negan's papers and Lucille, that he always carried around. She was his main lady.

Sherry still had that up-tight expression about her that Negan didn't like.

"How did you find your confinement, Sherry-baby?" he asked, his tone neutral as Sherry stood, since he hadn't invited her to do so.

"Revealing." She answered tightly.

Negan's eyebrows shot up in his forehead. Was she really accepting what he said?

"How so?" Negan asked, genuinely interested in her answer.

"Well, for one, I don't like your new set of rules." Sherry said. "And I don't want to share you with anyone, I'm your lover, exclusively."

"You stopped fucking Dwight, then, I suppose." Negan drawled, feeling how his own voice got colder.

Sherry had the decency to blush.

"Dwight is my husband."

"Then I can keep fucking Martha." He said. "All fixed."

"No! You can't fuck the both of us!" Sherry stomped on the floor, making the soles of her trainers' squeak. "I came first!"

"Sure you did, a fuck-ton of times…on my dick, and I noticed you liked it." he remarked with a shit-eating grin.

"Don't be gross, Negan!" Sherry exclaimed, too taken aback for someone so accustomed to him.

"I'll be whatever the fuck I want and you are not gonna stop me." Negan growled, tightening his grip on Lucille's handle.

"This is not a harem, Negan, I'm not into you fucking other women!"

"Oh, but I am into getting as much pussy as possible, Sherry!" Now, Negan actually stood up and circled the table to stand behind Sherry, the brunette shuddered slightly and Negan's smile became positively feral. "And you fucking like it, on your knees, over the bed, on the floor…you know you do. I should have you kneel right now, worshiping me as you should."

"I'm not your wife." She spat, seemingly disgusted by his words. "I won't kneel for you. Even if you had a hundred wives, no one would kneel for you!"

Negan sent Sherry back to confinement after that.

She was being stupid about things, he thought. Sharing was caring after all, even more if the sharing benefited him. He liked both Sherry and Martha, and lately, he had been eyeing the sweet redhead that had arrived at the Sanctuary only a few weeks before. He was unattached, he wanted to fuck beautiful women. It wasn't just for him of course, he knew he could satisfy them. He also wanted exclusive rights to fuck those he liked.

Even if you have a hundred wives, Sherry said.

No.

Negan didn't need a hundred wives, indeed. He doubted there were that many attractive women in his compound, but he could do with two or three.

A smile grew in Negan's face.

He had an idea.

Negan called for Simon, who responded to his call immediately.

"Whatcha' need, boss?" Simon asked, as soon as he entered the little office.

"Simon, go get me my sweet Martha. I have something of a proposal for her." Negan said, a smug smirk curving his lips.

Lexington, VA

Tory smiled at Henry.

He looked happy and young, unburdened by the many tragedies of their life since before everything went to shit. Whenever Tory woke up first, she liked to look at Henry for a while. At twenty-two, he was still very much a young man, legally an adult but still, the kid she had met when she was nine. Henry's sandy blond hair was still messy, his baby-blue eyes still her favorite shade of blue, and his skin was the tanned gold she remembered. He was taller, fuller too and now he was hers. Tory felt a painful tug in her chest, thinking of Peyton. He would be the same age as Henry, had he not…died.

Tory felt comfortable and warm in Henry's arms. Her fingers grazed his lips unconsciously as her other hand rested over her stomach.

"Stop looking at me like that, kitten." Henry scolded sleepily. "I feel those cute eyes on me."

She giggled. "Really? And what does that mean?" Tory asked, as innocent as she could manage.

"That'ya wanna jump my bones." He said smugly, kissing the tips of her fingers.

"Oh, Henry, I always want to jump you." She admitted. "And your bones."

He kissed her, soft and long, his slightly chapped lips tickled her softer ones, making Tory smile.

However, Tory stopped the kiss, pushing Henry off her as subtly as she could to leave the room, and baffling Henry by walking out almost completely nude.

Usually, their morning kissing became morning-love-making. Henry distracted himself thinking about what to get Tory for her birthday. it was difficult, wooing a girl in the damn end of the world.

When his brunette beauty came back, her face was freshly washed, as well as her teeth. She bent at the waist to kiss him.

"Anything wrong I should know?" Henry asked, smiling into her kiss. Tory simply shook her head, smiling widely back at him.

"Still got space for one in this bed?" she asked, winking at him with what Henry suspected was an attempt at seduction.

"Sure do, miss. Wanna come?"

She smiled wickedly.

"Oh, what a gentleman."

"You know I am, kitten. Come here."

Later, in the silence of the room, with only their breathing breaking the stillness, neither Tory or Henry spoke about how happy they felt, in case they jinxed it.

Just in case.