Katie sits between John and Negan. They'd drunk over a bottle of whiskey between them and were fairly tuned in. John smiles at her, stroking the side of her face. He places his fingers beneath her chin, his beard brushing against her as he kisses her softly. He pulls away, looking deep into her eyes with a sly smile before he turns her face gently away from him. Negan runs a hand through Katie's hair, his soft lips pressing against hers. John kisses her neck as Negan bites on her lip. "Oh god," she moans, feeling a deep heat between her thighs, their hands all over her, caressing, stroking, grasping...

"Katie," John frowns as he shakes her awake. He'd been in and out of sleep when he thought he'd heard her say his name. He'd smiled and rolled over, that was until he'd heard her say Negan's name. "Katie," he frowns once again.

Her eyes flicker open, light shining in through the thin curtain. "What?" She croaks. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, something's wrong. You just said Negan's name in your sleep."

She stares at him, bemused. "Did i?"

"Don't try and be all cute, you said my name too," John grimaces. "Were you having a dirty dream about the both of us?

"John, i literally just woke up."

"You know that's gross as shit, right?"

"What's gross?" She asks.

"Having dirty dreams about me and my brother."

"Oh please," she frowns. "So you're telling me that if i had a twin sister you wouldn't think it's hot?"

John opens his mouth then closes it, not immediately sure how to answer. "That's different."

"And why's that?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Because then that's only weird for you, i'm a selfish mother fucker, i thought you'd realised that by now," he smiles.

"You're so cute," she smiles, wrapping her arms around him.

"Yes i fucking am, but don't go changing the subject."

Katie kisses his neck, running her lip over his beard. She runs her hand down his chest, tracing the hairs all the way down his stomach and under the waistband of his boxers. "You sure you don't want me to change the subject?" She whispers, stroking the head of his cock.

John groans, his legs twitching. "Hmm, depends on the subject."

Katie runs kisses over his chest, grazing her teeth over his nipple.

"Ahh, don't bite it," he whinces as she nips at him.

She giggles, making her way down his trail of hairs. Katie tugs at his boxers, his cock springing out in front of her. She runs her tongue up his shaft, swirling it teasingly around the tip before taking him into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" He groans, grabbing at the back of her head. She bobs her head up and down his length, tasting every inch of him. John pulls her head up. "Better stop that or i'll blow my fucking load all over your face," he smiles, pulling her on top of him.

"I don't mind," she purrs seductively.

John runs a hand through Katie's hair. "I know you fucking don't you dirty little, girl. But i want this," he slams his hips up, filling her to the hilt.

Katie moans loudly, clawing at his shoulders. She rolls her hips slowly, taking in the fullness of him. His fingers dig into her hips as she rocks against him, the sound of his groans building up the heat inside her faster. "John," she moans breathlessly. He lifts his ass off the bed, going deeper inside her. His hands pull at her hips as his own come up slamming against her.

John grunts with every thrust, trying his best to hold back, but fuck she feels good.

He doesn't have long to wait. "Oh god! John! Don't stop!" She begs, moaning loudly as he thrusts into her relentlessly.

"That's it, baby. Fucking come for me!" He growls.

And that's all she needs as her orgasm hits. "Oh, John!" She moans as she pulsates around his cock.

John loses his rhythm as he reaches his own end. "Oh fuck!" He groans as he comes inside her.

Katie collapses on top of him, her breath heavy. John runs his finger down her back as he attempts to catch his breath.

She rolls off him, nestling in the crook of his shoulder. "I love you," she whispers.

John tenses slightly. "I know you do, baby."

"Do you love me?" She asks, nuzzling at the side of his chest.

John lets out a deep sigh. "People throw that word around all the time, like it means something," he turns on his side stroking Katie's hair away from her face. "I care about you, a lot. But love? Things have a way of getting fucking complicated when you start with that shit," he sees the disappointment in her face. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, i'd rather you were honest. You take care of me, you've saved my life God knows how many times. I can't ask for more than that," she smiles.


"This was a stupid idea," John frowns.

"You only think it's stupid because you fucking suck at it," Negan laughs as he casts out his line.

"Well we'll just fucking see about that," John smiles as he casts out his own line.

Negan pats the space on the log beside him. "Come on, park your damn ass. You think i've got fucking fleas or something?"

"No, more like herpes what with all those wives," John teases. He sits down beside his brother, resting his rod in front of him.

Negan smiles. "Remember when Mom took us fishing for the first time?"

John laughs. "Yeah, how could i forget? You pushed me in."

"Hey, that was a fucking accident," Negan insists.

"Sure it was," John says sarcastically.

"She had no fucking idea what she was doing but she took us anyway, didn't want us to miss out," Negan looks off into the distance thoughtfully.

"I know," John smiles. "She was fucking awesome."

"Did you ever go looking for him?" Negan asks, turning to John.

"Fuck no! I didn't need that asshole growing up, sure as shit didn't need him after," John says.

"Me neither, fuck him," Negan nods. "Mom did awesome on her own, even if she wasn't that great at fishing," he laughs, John laughing with him.

"Yeah, she was the best," John smiles.

"I'm sorry," Negan says as he looks out at the lake.

John looks at him, confused. "You fucking farted or something?"

Negan laughs. "Fuck you, asshole, i'm trying to be fucking serious here," he takes a breath and clears his throat. "I meant.. shit," he rubs at his temples. "When Mom got sick. I put it all on you. I tried to make out like i had shit to do, but honestly, i couldn't do it. I couldn't watch her waste away," Negan bites back tears. "She was always there for us, and i couldn't do that one fucking thing for her, and i'm sorry."

John nods. "You know, there were nights when i thought the exact same thing. Watching her deteriorate like that, and you nowhere to be fucking found. But in all honesty i envied you a little. I don't blame you for not being there."

"Are we good?" Negan asks. John turns to him, confused. "She always hated it when we fought, i think she'd like it if we were good. We owe her that, right?"

John nods. "Yeah, she would like that."

"So are we?" Negan asks.

John's face drops as he looks at his brother. He thinks about how they had gotten here. Competitive yet inseparable as kids, everything had gotten so complicated as they'd gotten older. Thinking of his Mother, she would have been horrified to see her boys like that. "Yeah," he puts a hand on Negan's shoulder. "We're good," he smiles sincerely.

"Enough of the chick flick bullshit, looks like i got a bite," Negan smiles.


"You're my lucky charm," John smiles at Katie perched on his lap.

"Damn, this is fucking bullshit!" Negan frowns, tossing his cards on the table.

"You're a sore loser," John teases him.

"Oh yeah? Least i win where it fucking counts, how many fish did i bring back again?" Negan smiles.

"Hey, i brought back some," John frowns.

"He brought back fucking two," Negan tells his men around the table. "Two wouldn't fill my left testicle."

"Not at the rate you're fucking emptying them they won't," John chuckles.

Katie slaps John playfully on the shoulder. "Ignore him, Negan. You did good today."

"I fucking did, didn't i," Negan says smugly as he shuffles the cards. One of Negan's men comes through the door with a barrel in his arms. "Oh, shit! Is that what i think it is, Shaun?"

"It sure is, Negan," he smiles proudly as he places the barrel on the floor.

"What is it?" John asks.

"Shaun's been busy making home brew," Negan smiles. "Don't stand there looking pretty, Shaun, poor me a fucking glass."

Shaun pours Negan a glass and hands it to him.

All eyes are on Negan as he takes a drink. He spits it out all over the table. "Holy shit! What the fuck did you put in that?"

"Is it not good?" Shaun frowns in disappointment.

"No, it's fucking awesome, that's why i just fucking spat it everywhere," he says.

"Shit!" Shaun frowns. "I really thought i'd got it right this time."

"I could help with that," Katie says.

John looks up at her giving her waist a squeeze. "You know how to make home brew?"

"Don't look so surprised. I know how to make all sorts. Beer, moonshine, whiskey. I can make pretty much anything as long as i have the right stuff, " Katie says.

"How the fuck do i not know this?" John frowns.

"Well we've kinda been busy surviving, i didn't realise my brewing skills would be so important," she laughs.

"Well this is about the best fucking news i've heard since for fucking ever," Negan smiles. "I want you on that first thing tomorrow."

"I'm supposed to be helping with laundry tomorrow," Katie says.

"Fuck laundry! This is way more important," Negan smiles.

"I second that," John says.

"Well i'll see what i can do," she smiles.

"Awesome. Shaun, you can take that shit away," Negan points at the barrel.

"You're a woman of many talents," John smiles at Kirsty. "You never fail to fucking surprise me."

Katie nuzzles the crook of John's neck, his beard tickling her nose. "How about we go to bed? I'll show you my other talents?" She whispers in his ear.

"Hmm, you don't have to fucking ask me twice," he smiles. "We're gonna call it a night."

"What, already? We're just getting started," Negan frowns.

"Yeah, have fun with that, i got important shit to.. do," he smiles slyly.