I wake up disappointed that Vin isn't on top anymore, until I realize she's rolled off of me. My eyes trail down to perfection. "Vin, get dressed or my dick is going between those tits." I need to focus on today. As much fun as I had last night, she needs glasses because I want her.

Once the two of us arrive at the mall, I get this bad feeling.

"Bad feeling?"

"No, come on. Let's try to hurry. Stay right behind me."

Her fingers curl around one of my back belt loops.

This is slow and very fucking dangerous because there's shit everywhere. Part of the mall is collapsing in on itself. "Watch that beam."

"I feel like I'm going to get us both hurt. I can't see anything, Negan."

"I will protect us. You just put one foot in front of the other."

The first undead we find with glasses, Vin shakes her head no after trying them on.

"It's just the first try. Come on." I wait for her to put them back on the corpse before she's at my side again. "Did you have a good time last night?"

"Yes, I enjoyed your mouth for once."

"What a coincidence, I enjoyed yours too."

"Is that stuff normal. What we did?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, does a mouth really belong in places like ours were?"

"Are you complaining? Try those on."

"No, I'm not complaining. It just felt a little taboo. Like we weren't supposed to do it. No, these don't work either."

"Everything feels that way your first time because you're not really all that comfortable yet. You're still exploring things you like and don't like."

"I liked everything we did last night. Especially, the way you talked to me."

That's a relief. "I know I'm assertive in bed, but I'd never degrade you. Was that spanking shit ok?"

"It stung a little bit, but it made other parts of my body more sensitive."

"Fuck. I'm starting to get turned on. Well, I say that like I'm not always hard around you. Come in this store. I killed a few in this bath body place."

"Why did you go in here?"

"Well," I shift uncomfortable. "I wanted to get you some perfume, but then I started to feel like I was growing a vagina and walked out. There, behind the register."

She shakes her head no after she tries on the pair.

"Alright, don't get discouraged. We just got here." I point at a corpse outside the store.

"It's not that. You know what I find unsettling about this mall? People were just out shopping when the entire place fell to shit. We had no warning. It just happened. The virus that is. These are a tiny bit better. I'm going to keep them on for now."

Goddamn, that's pretty deep of her to say. "I looked outside Lucille's window at the hospital and thought it was a riot. But things just didn't seem to add up. People were on fire, walking the streets. It was like a scene out of a movie."

"What do you think caused it?"

"I don't know. Your generation is a little fucked up what with eating all those bath salts. I mean, what's next, laundry soap?"

"It shows you the power of just one person. Because, ultimately, it started with just one infected person. That's why I always have tried to volunteer and spend my time helping people. All it takes is one person to see the works of another and for it to become contagious."

"I think you should know I agreed to that volunteer shit because I wanted to fuck you, but then it made me feel good."

"Well, feeling good is nice, I suppose, but you get more out of it when you see the impact you have on a person's life. Because I always hoped that people would pass it on."

"You're so pure, Vin."

She shrugs in disagreement. "I'm just me." Her attention is turned towards a stray undead.

"That one is wearing glasses." I free my knife and stick it through the undead's wide open mouth so I don't disturb the glasses. "Here."

Vin trades them out and her face gives it away before she can.

What are the fucking odds that this stray undead I didn't kill would have the glasses she needs? Like it was looking for Vin all this time.

"I can see you!" Her eyes brim over with tears.

Fuck, I might just get emotional, too.

"Do they look ok?"

They're more feminine and rectangle shaped than her big boxed ones. "They're just glasses. I don't think about fucking them, I think about fucking you. You make the glasses, they don't make you, Vin."

Her arms wrap tightly around me. "Let's go home. I want to thank you."

"Fuck yes," I shout, thrusting my fists in the air.

"Keep your voice down."

"Relax. I cleared this place."

"Negan, there's never just one undead."

"We're fine—" Oh, fuck.

A fucking herd starts to round the corner.

"Run!" Back behind the way we came is blocked too, and then I realize where they're all coming from. The south entrance to the mall has collapsed and they're pouring in. "This way!" I grab her wrist.

Vin takes out Ass Destroyer and starts fighting off the herd with me, but it's no use.

We have to figure out a place to hide.

"We're trapped!"

I tug her close to me. "I will protect you. Everything else I've done wrong by when it comes to you. Not this. You're getting out of this, Vin." Even if that means running into the herd so they can feast on me while she makes a run for it. I'll lay down my life gladly for this woman.

"We're getting out of this, Negan."

There are so many goddamn undead, I'm just not too sure about that...