A/N Yes to the person who asked if this is going to be a long story.

The outbreak started in June. It's now November. The nights are so unbearably cold. We need a place we can fortify. Not just go from house to house while burning wood until the place gets too filthy and then it's off to the next dump. "What if we take these eight camper trailers and make a rectangle out of them? That way we're protected on all sides and can have a base camp in the middle. We'd be near the stream for water. I just don't think we have many options and this looks like our best one." This is the first and last time I will ever ask for an opinion because everyone has one which is mostly complaining. I shut that shit down right away. From now on, things will be done my way, and if people don't like it they can fuck right the fuck off.

I don't even come close to fitting on this camper mattress. I pull the chair ottoman over to prop my feet and what part of my legs are hanging off it. I'm so fucking miserable trying to sleep. The temperature outside is got to be in its thirties which means that's what it's about in here. Though, if I'm honest with myself, that's not it at all. I overheard Niko ask Vin what camper they should pick. This is fucking killing me to know that he's up against her claiming it's for warmth. I mean, I'd do the same goddamn thing, but fuck Niko.

I push open the front door and barely make it from camp before starting to dry heave. There's nothing in my stomach, but it's still so fucking upset.

"Are you sick," one of the women ask me. Even though I don't answer, she follows me back anyway. "Can I do anything for you?"

Old Negan would have had this broad against the wall, but I just can't even think about that shit right now. My dick is just for show, and I send her on her way.

I look through the cabinet for alcohol, groaning at the annoying knock on the door. "Go the fuck away," I snap. When it starts again, I go to my bed to get farther from it with my bottle of whiskey. I'm not tired and plop down on the edge of it. "What?" I'm getting frustrated. Thankfully, the knocking stops though my head still feels it. I massage my temples when in my peripherals I see someone. "Fuck. You scared the living fuck shit out of me!"

"I knocked," Vin shrugs. "You said what."

"What as in what do you want. Not as in come in."

"Fine."

"No, wait, Vin," I beg. When she turns around, I lower my eyes from her.

She has a seat beside me. "I wanted to stay mad at you forever, but when I watched that woman touch your back it angered me. I realized it wouldn't be like that if I wasn't jealous."

"I wasn't the least bit turned on. You'd definitely need your glasses for this lowercase I." It makes her laugh and I have to fucking turn away and look at the wall so I don't lose it. "I should have been better to you."

"You were always good to me, Negan. And you didn't have to be. You've defended me. Helped me when I was at my lowest. It was your dishonesty that drove us apart."

"Will you ever let me look at you again?"

"Maybe at my feet so you can grovel. It was a joke," she says when I get on my knees.

My eyes widen when her hand touches my cheek. I drop my head into her lap and wrap my arms around her. I'm so goddamn pathetic. "I'm a fucking fool. The day you caught my attention, I should have realized that was the end of my marriage and filed for divorce before I even tried anything. All the sneaking around I did because I didn't want to hurt you and look where it got me? Right fucking here. With no one, and nothing."

"You have half a bottle of whiskey."

"Stop it," I laugh softly.

"Look at me."

The words don't even leave her lips and my eyes are locked with hers. Foggy dark eyes from the dirty scratched lenses. Here I get permission to look at her, and I just want to pull her against me. "I fucking miss you. I will do any-fucking-thing to make shit right between us."

"Negan, you can't possibly expect me to forgive you because of a two months of distance and a talk."

"And I don't, Vin. I don't. I just want the chance at forgiveness, and I don't care how long it takes."

"I don't know if I can trust you. You've been dishonest so much, I think, what if this is a lie, too?"

That is my worst fucking fear, and it's a valid concern of hers. Just being this close to her is something I never thought would happen. "All I can do is show you that I've changed."

"Yeah. I better get back."

"No, please. Five more minutes."

"One."

"I'll take it." Christ, she's beautiful. I fucked it up. And another man is going to be at her side. "Here, take my jacket to keep warm tonight."

"No. That's what the wood stove is for."

"Wood stove?" You mean this entire time I've been freezing my nips off for nothing?

Vin shows me how to work it.

I'll have to figure it out later because I'm not taking my eyes from her.

"Your minute is up."

"Well, could I walk you back to your camper?"

"...alright."

I try to get a good peek inside her camper once we arrive and notice Niko on the couch. It settles my nerves a little bit knowing she'll be in the back room.

"Goodnight, jerk."

"I deserve that." Her sweet soft smile walks me from the ledge. I take her cold hand and touch my lips to her fingers. "Goodnight, Vin." I linger outside the camper after she closes the door.

Niko tells her to be careful with me.

She replies that she's keeping her guard up.

That's ok though. I'd expect that. What I didn't expect is everything that happened tonight. I return to my camper and start thinking of real romantical type shit. Little things I can do to show her I care. And maybe, just maybe, we can get back to the way things were.