Chapter 1:

Faith walked into the dusty, long since forgotten bar and gave a once over. It looked as good a place as any to crash. Besides, Faith was happy to be away from people. Her last group was filled with a bunch of do-gooders. People like that didn't last very long in this world.

Faith had helped save the world once or twice, though each time all the credit went straight to Buffy and her glorious team of losers.

Faith had always teeter tottered on the edge of good and bad. When the apocalypse rolled around this time, she was on the good side, though it didn't really matter what side you were on, the dead took over the earth because of some power hungry cunt of a witch got her little spell wrong.

When all was said and done, Faith split. Cleveland was a crummy place to be in, pre apocalypse let alone now, and stuck with Buffy and her loyal Scoobies made it all the more unbearable. If the world was ending, Faith was gonna party.

She aimed for Las Vegas but only got as far as Virginia. It would do for now, but Vegas was always the goal.

Faith dropped her bag on the dusty floorboards and hopped on the worn out leather upholstered bar stool, picking up a glass and dusting it off before popping off the cap of a whiskey bottle and helping herself to it. She took a sip of the drink and kicked her heels up on the bar's counter.

"This place ain't bad." She swiped a finger on the dusty countertop.

"Other than the dust, this place is five by five." She says to herself with a yawn, considering crashing in the abandoned bar for the night.

"Five? You're a ten at least." Said a deep voice from behind her. Faith didn't even turn around to face the intruder. She just slammed back the rest of the whiskey then chuckled.

"Damn right I'm a ten." She said as she swiveled the bar stool to take a look at her new guest.

"Any more of my whiskey left?" He asked and she shook her head.

"Sorry. Last of it's in my gut." She lied as she hopped off the bar stool, crossing her arms over her chest.

"So, you gonna cut me open and suck it from my guts, or what?" She asked with a grin. There wasn't much she looked forward to in this world, but fucking with the few people that are left was by far her favorite pass time. Especially assholes like this.

"Nah, that gut of yours is too hot to cut open, I'd rather stick my dick in it." He said, and normally, Faith would have kicked this obnoxious pig's ass at the proposition of sex, though she hasn't had a good dick to ride in a long while, and he wasn't half bad looking. He would make an excellent little toy for the time being.

He laughed. "And besides, why would I ruin a perfectly fine hot chick? I can't fuck you if you're dead. If I was into that, I'd be skull fucking Nelson over there." He said pointing to the back window with his thumb as a walker slams on the window.

"And what makes you think I'm gonna fuck you?" She asked with a head tilt.

"On second thought…" she said approaching him with her knife pulled out up to his gut now.

"I think I'll fuck you, nice and deep with this knife, and take my jacket."

Negan and Faith seemed to share the same thought process: Want, take, have. It was a way of life for Faith since she was old enough to realize that she could live by this code, for Negan, it wasn't always how he lived his life, but it sure was now. Want, take, have.

They kissed, and the both of them forgot all about the knife pressed to his gut. This kiss was hot. Negan picked her up, his hands cupping her ass as he carried her over to the bar. Normally, Faith liked to be the one in charge, but she made an exception, for now.

She clawed at his white t-shirt til he shrugged off that nice leather jacket of his she had been eyeing before. He slid his warm palm up the hem of her too and placed it on her abdomen. He was shocked she had such a fit body. She peeled her top off to reveal she had no bra on underneath. She was the hottest broad he had laid his eyes on since the world went to shit, and she knew it. She ran her own fingers through her dark brown hair as she felt his greedy eyes admire her figure. He had sat her up on the bar counter earlier, himself sat on the bar stool below it. She took this opportunity to hop down onto his lap, tearing at his shirt yet again, and he let her. Her hands roamed up his chest.

"Why don't you let me take you for a ride? You just sit there and let me do all the work." She tells him, rocking on his manhood through his pants. He let out a moan. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. Letting him think it's his idea.

"If you say so, sweet cheeks." He says, his hand reaching for her breast, only for her to smack it away, more out of reflex than want.

"Hands off the merchandise til I say so." She hisses, slipping down his torso to grab at his belt. She undid it like a pro, and popped the button and fly open just as quickly.

"Oh yeah, Baby girl. Whatever floats your fucking boat." He said with a smirk leaning back on the bar stool with his hands behind his head. Faith knew men like him. And she knew how easy he would be to use. She slid back up and grabbed him by the collar of his now shredded up t-shirt.

"Why don't we go fuck in the back? Nelson over there is giving me the fucking creeps." She says nodding over at the front window with the walker banging on the window. She gave him an innocent look of plea, as though to persuade him into going into the back with her. He nodded and blindly followed her to the back.

She eyed the leather jacket and baseball bat he abandoned as she dragged him to the back. She threw him against the wall and he smirked.

"You like it rough, sweet heart?" He said, and it triggered something in her. She gave him a horrified look for just a second then smirked.

"Yeah I like it rough, do you?" She asked pushing him to the ground and unbuttoned her own pants.

She lunged at him before he could catch his breath. She ran her fingers through his dark hair before gripping it and throwing his head back so it hits the floor board hard.

"I said, do you like it rough?!" She threatened more than asked as she grinded on him with urgency. He shrugged off his pants from under her.

"Shit yeah, I like it rough, honey." He responded and she slapped his face more harsh than playfully. He noticed her strength and found it all the more hot.

She reached down and slipped his rock hard manhood out of his boxers and sat down on it, with hardly any warm up.

"Shit, doll." He moaned out with a breathy sigh when she lowered herself onto him. Her heat squeezed him tighter than any other pussy he's ever been in. His mouth hangs unhinged as she begins to maneuver herself up and down on him.

"You like that, Daddy? She asked with a sneer, bouncing up and down on him, her hands pressed down on his chest harshly digging her nails into his flesh.

"Fuck yeah…" he breathes, nearly cumming right then and there, deep inside her, but he didn't. He didn't wanna finish so soon, and leave the incredibly hot chick unsatisfied.

She had so much energy as she rocked back and forth on him. When his eyes drank in her looks for too long, she smacked his face to the side. The sting on his cheek turned him on even more. He continued to thrust into her. She went faster and faster.

"I'm gonna…" he mumbled and she got off his dick and gripped his dick with the strength of ten men.

"Come on, cum for me, you stupid bastard. Now!" She demanded and he came. He laid back with a sigh and she laid down next to him. After a moment she got herself up looking for her panties.

"Why the rush, doll? He asked, watching her.

"No rush. Gonna look for some smokes." She said looking around the storage room that now reeked of sex.

"Check my pocket." He said, still trying to catch his breath. She picked up his jeans and sure enough, a full carton of them.

"Wicked." She said with a grin, dropping his pants to the ground.

"Gonna look for a light." She says to him and he nods, laying back down. She walked out and snatched up her clothes, quickly putting them on. Her eyes went to the bar as she grabbed a few lighters, and the last bottle of whiskey. She slid over the counter and grabbed his leather jacket from the ground and slipped it on. It was a bit too big, but that didn't matter to her. She slipped the whiskey in the inside pocket of the jacket as well as the smokes and lighters. She glanced at the storage room door, she was quiet as a fucking mouse. All men got super tired, or even drowsy after they came, that was something faith had learned much too soon.

She walked to the door and saw a cool looking baseball bat sitting there, leaned against the door frame with care. She picked it up, and threw it over her shoulder, as well as the bag she had come with and put her hand in the leather jackets pocket, sure enough she found some keys. With that, she slipped out.

Negan waited a while, then heard the sound of a car engine...his car engine.

"Wait a goddamn minute…" he muttered to himself, while getting up and looking out the dusty window. He wiped the dust away and saw that brunette chick getting away in his car. He squinted his eyes more. Correction, She was getting away in his car, AND IN HIS JACKET!

He ran out there as quickly as he could, but he was too late, she was gone, and he was stranded.

Author's note: If you want more of this story, let me know, idk if I'm gonna continue or not.