"It'll get easier, i promise," John says as he strokes her hair.

Katie curls her finger through his chest hair. "I know. It shouldn't though. Killing someone should never be easy."

"You did the right thing. Negan was right, those guys were only after one thing," he assures her.

"I wish i knew that for sure," Katie frowns.

"Any plans today?" He changes the subject.

"I'm gonna work on that brew. The beer should be ready for tomorrow, fingers crossed."

"I'll look forward to it," he smiles.

"What about you? You going out on a run?" Katie asks.

John shakes his head. "Not today. I'll see if they need a extra pair of hands on the fence later."

Katie kisses him chastely. "I'm gonna go shower."

John takes her arm, pulling her close to him. "You want me to join you?" He smiles.

"It's a communal shower, i don't think that'd sit too well with the other women," she smiles.

"Never know, they might like it," he teases.

Katie slaps his chest playfully. "Shut up."


Katie steps under the shower letting out an audible sigh as the hot water hits her skin.

"Heaven isn't it?" Frankie smiles.

"God it is. I'll never take a hot shower for granted ever again," Katie says. "Does it run off the generator?"

"I think so. I hated being out there," Frankie says as she washes her hair.

"Were you out there long?"

"No, i met Negan pretty early on. He always handled the dead," Frankie says.

"Is that why you're okay with being a wife?" Katie asks, then wishes she hadn't. "Sorry, i hope i didn't sound bitchy?"

Frankie laughs. "Not at all. And you're right. Karen was his first wife, and i saw how he took care of her. Karen and i are good friends, so she asked Negan if he'd take me on as a second wife. He jumped at the idea, i mean, what guy wouldn't?" She laughs.

"And now there's three of you," Katie raises an eyebrow.

"There'll probably be more. If he takes a liking to someone that can't handle themselves out there then i guess it's just a matter of time before we have another sister wife," she says.

"Sister wife, sounds nice when you put it like that," Katie smiles.

"You know, if it wasn't for you being able to handle yourself, and that fact that you're with his brother, i think you would've been wife number four," Frankie says.

"Really?" Katie laughs.

"Really," Frankie nods. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but John's pretty damn hot."

Katie smiles. "Well i guess i can't mind, what with them being twins."

"Ahh, so i'm not the only one who's thought about the whole twin thing."

"Definitely not," Katie giggles.

"There's something about John though, i can't quite put my finger on it," Frankie says as she turns off the shower.

Katie grabs a towel, wrapping it round herself. "Is that good or bad?"

"Oh it's good. It's like," she clicks her fingers trying to find the right word. "Even though the world's the way it is now, he still carries himself in a certain way, he's got class."

"You don't think Negan has class?" Katie asks.

"Yeah, but i think his morals are slipping. This world does that to you, but your guy seems like the type to not let that happen, you're lucky," Frankie says.

"Hey, get out of here! I told you to stop that!"

Frankie and Katie turn towards the entrance of the shower room.

"What's going on?" Katie frowns.

"I think it's Chris again," Frankie furrows her brows before heading towards the entrance.

"Come on," Chris licks his lips. "Don't be like that, just a little peek," he pulls at the woman's towel.

"I said no!" She spits, holding onto her towel for dear life.

"Chris! Frankie steps forward. "I told you to stop coming in here."

He laughs in her face. "I don't know what you're being so uptight for? It's not like i haven't seen what's under there," he gestures towards Frankie's towel.

"That's not the point, Chris. She isn't Negan's wife. And even if she was, you can't just come in here like this. You need to get out."

"Come on, it's just a bit of fun," he smiles.

"Hey," Katie frowns from behind her. "She said get out."

Chris's face lights up. "Well look at you, if i'd known you were showering i would've got here earlier," he chuckles.

Frankie pushes at his chest. "Get out now," she says calmly.

He grabs her arm tightly. "You don't tell me nothing, bitch."

Katie steps forward. "Hey! Get the hell off her!"

Chris goes to grab her towel with his other hand before he's pulled backwards by the scruff of his neck, his back slamming against the wall.

John punches him square in the face, Chris's nose breaking with a sickening crunch. John grabs him by the collar and throws him to the floor, straddling him as he throws punch after punch, Chris's face becoming a mess of blood. "Fucking, fucker!" John yells, as he wraps his hands around Chris's throat and squeezes. John feels hands pulling him backwards, but his grip is so tight that he takes Chris with him.

"Hey, let him go, man," one of the men says.

John doesn't listen. His hands only leaving Chris's neck as they physically pry them off. Chris finally drops to the floor, gasping for air. John kicks at him as three of Negan's men pull him away. "You're a fucking dead man!" John almost roars. "You fucking hear me, asshole!"


Negan opens the door to the gym store cupboard, his men stepping aside. "Go on, we're good here," he nods at them. His men leave as Negan stares at his brother. "Well you did a number on Chris, that's for sure," he says.

John looks up at him coldly. "That asshole is lucky he's still fucking breathing."

Negan crouches down in front of him, Lucille resting against his shoulder. "Frankie told me what happened."

"Then you know what he did, what he was trying to do?"

Negan sighs deeply. "I do, and he'll be dealt with, i assure y-,"

"How many times has he done that?" John cuts him off.

"John, i'm handling it, okay?"

"No! It's not fucking okay! A lot of things have changed, but that isn't one of them. You can't just turn a blind eye to shit like that," John says.

"I'm not turning a fucking blind eye, what kind of fucking person do you think i am?" Negan frowns.

"I'm starting to wonder about that," John frowns.

"I'm trying to keep these people in line, what the fuck would you have me do with him? He's one of my best men."

John looks at him in disgust. "I guess it doesn't fucking matter does it? Looks like you've already made your damn mind up."

"He won't do it again," Negan assures him. "I'm sorry my men put you in here," he looks around the small storage room. "I hope they didn't harm you?"

"No, they didn't. Surprisingly, they actually fucking agreed with me. Guess you have some half decent men after all," John says.

"Come on, Katie's worried about you," Negan says as he stands up.

John gets up off the floor, staring his brother in the eye. "This isn't over."

Negan smiles. "I said, i'll fucking handle it. For once in your fucking life will you just trust me?"

"I don't trust anyone," John sneers as he steps out of the cupboard.


"Well it's about damn time someone gave him what he deserves," Karen says.

"I know, i was kinda hoping no one would show up so he could finish the job," Frankie says as she sips her drink. "Where's Lisa?"

"She's with Simon," Karen smiles suggestively.

"Guess we won't be seeing her for a while then, she always looks forward to Simon earning enough points. I think she likes him more than Negan," Frankie smiles.

"I think so too, just don't let Negan hear you say that," Karen says as she sips her own drink.

"I don't think John's gonna stay after that," Frankie shakes her head.

"Why would he leave here? It's safe, some of the people are alright," Karen frowns.

"You didn't see his eyes, Karen. There was a fire in them, and i don't mean in a sexual way, although now that i think about it, i bet he has some hot as fuck come to bed eyes. Anyway, as i was saying, he wanted him dead, you could see it."

"Negan won't be happy if he decides to leave, not since he has a thing for Katie," Karen frowns.

"Yeah, but it's not like that's ever gonna happen. There's no way Katie would ever agree to be a wife. One, she doesn't need to, two, she's with John, and three.. well there is no three so i'll just say John again," Frankie smiles.

"You like him don't you," Karen teases.

"What's not to like?"

"I definitely would," Karen giggles.


"Are you sure you're alright?" John frowns.

"I'm fine, he didn't touch me," Katie assures him.

"Yeah, but he would've done if i hadn't turned up. I really want this place to fucking work out," John shakes his head. "But i'm not sure it can. It's fucking filled with a bunch of weird as fuck weirdos. I don't know what the hell Negan is thinking?"

"I guess he's trying to fill this place with strong people, even if they're less than desirable," she says.

"Well i won't fucking have it. If i don't think you're safe here then we're fucking leaving," he says.

Katie places her hands against his shoulders. "Try and make this work. If there's a way, then at least try," she pleads with him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

John snakes his hands around her waist, dipping his head down and kissing her softly.

"You always think better when you're all relaxed," she whispers against his mouth, her hand trailing down beneath his waistband.

John groans. "You know me like the back of your fucking hand," he smiles before laying her down on the bed.


"I think he had the right idea, can't go round doing shit like that," Gareth frowns outside the infirmary.

"Yeah, but it's not like Chris was gonna rape them, Gareth," Rich says.

"Whether he was, or whether he wasn't, that's not the fucking point. You just can't do shit like that. A woman don't need to be watching her back every time she goes for a shower," he says.

"Alright, so what about the points system? With Negan's wives?" Rich asks.

"But that's their choice."

"So it's alright to grope them?" Rich smiles then winces as Gareth slaps him upside the head.

"No, it's not. I spent the other night with Karen. But that doesn't mean that every time i see her i have permission to grope her. Did they not teach you that shit in school?"

Rich shrugs. "I didn't get to finish, shit started before i graduated."

"I was being fucking sarcastic. You shouldn't need to learn that shit, it should be fucking obvious," he points a finger at Rich. "You need to stay the fuck away from people like Chris. David as well, he's another weird one," he shakes his head. "Things could be great here. It just needs some fine tuning, that's all."


John peers at them from down the corridor. He watches and waits for a good hour until they both leave to go get something to eat. Rookie mistake, John thinks as he heads towards the infirmary.

He steps through the door, staring at the figure lying on the bed. Chris opens his eyes. They widen as he catches sight of John standing above him. John quickly places a hand over Chris's mouth. "Shh," John places a finger over his lips. "Everyone's sleeping. Wouldn't want to wake them now, would we?"

Chris shakes his head beneath John's hand.

"Good," John smiles. "You know, i'm a believer in redemption, people learning from their mistakes and changing for the better. I think you can come back from a lot of things. Maybe even murder. But people like you?" John shakes his head with a tsk. "I'm not gonna lie, i like to look at women, i mean, if they're stood right there in front of you it'd be fucking rude not to, am i right?"

Chris nods.

"Course i'm fucking right," John chuckles. "But there's a fucking line. And now that i've had time to think, i've seen you looking at more than just women, haven't i? John takes out his knife.

Chris shakes his head furiously.

"I, think, you're, fucking, lying," John smiles, tapping his knife against Chris's nose with every word before pointing it beneath his eye. "What you did earlier was bad enough, and with my fucking woman. But i've seen the way you look at the young girls here. I don't think people like you can change, brain's wired all wrong, there's no fixing that. So, i'm gonna do all the girls a favour," John whispers before he slits Chris's throat.

John takes a step back as he watches blood begin to drip on the floor. "Nighty night, asshole," John smiles as he heads back through the door.