Roman was awoken by the smell of food. She rolled over, hearing her stomach grumble loud.

"Good fucking evening sunshine." Negan flashed a smile, "Hungry?" He was cutting up some animal.

"Yeah...Shit..how long was I out?" She rubbed her eyes trying to wake up. She couldn't really remember, except the few times she was briefly awake.

"You've been waking up long enough to take some pain meds, then fell asleep… You've been snoring for almost two days." Negan said cutting up the food. "Rabbit…. Shit though I was going to have to pour cold water on your head."

She sat up and stretched a bit, looking down at her bandaged leg and arm. "Honestly, a cold shower wouldn't have hurt." She rolled her eyes.

"Slept real good sleeping beauty. Ha - Yeah but can't waste the water right now." He said getting up after cleaning up his knife, "Let's eat." He said bringing her some rabbit on a plate.

"Thanks." She looked at it, she hadn't eaten rabbit in a long time. "Smells good." She said a silent prayer and they started eating.

"Pretty good." She said after a while. "Thank you."

He nodded and continued eating. "Been a while since I've had it myself."

They ate the meat down until the bones where practically dry. After she got help to go use the bathroom which was an outhouse. Negan stood guard outside and waited. Roman finished up and came out rubbing her hands with purell. They made their way back to the cabin and settled down.

Roman slowly got up after a while she was getting restless being in bed, she tried walking a bit. "This.. Sucks." She grabbed her bag, and felt her good leg give out and caught herself on the bedpost. "Fucking Shit-balls." She clenched her mouth shut.

Negan watched, and laughed hearing her curse, then got up."May I fucking help?" He asked. Roman nodded, and let him. "Thank you." He shook his head. "Stubborn kid."

"Yep." Roman sat down, groaning slightly. "Thank you." She gave up and laid back. She was looking through her bag but didn't find anything she really wanted, sighed and laid back down.

"Yep." Negan said watching her. He liked her company, so far. He had been on his own for close to two months.

"Shit." She said grabbing her Mp3 player and took it out, popping the earphones in, tossed him one, and put on some Avenged Sevenfold.

She relaxed hearing the music, and eventually fell asleep after a while. Negan listened with her, and watched her fall asleep, covered her with a blanket, and took the ear bud out of his ear, and hers and turned it off so her player wouldn't go dead.

He grabbed his knife and went outside to go check the rabbit snares

They stayed at the cabin close to a week, and were kind of getting along with each other - mainly arguing about stupid stuff - music, food, cars.

Roman rolled her eyes. "I'm telling you, He was amazing. He never should of broken off and started his own band."

Negan scoffed. "Yeah, but look at all the shit-ton of crap he did since then." He poured a shot of Jack. "Get some sleep kid." He needed a slight break from the chatterbox and to collect his thoughts..

The next morning, Roman woke up feeling hot and in pain, she groaned and rolled over. Her groan must of startled Negan sleeping on the cushions on the floor.

He jumped hearing her and came over to the bed. "RC?" he felt her forehead. She was burning up. He turned her into her back and checked her arm and leg. Her arm was fine, her leg - was infected. Shit. How did he miss that? He had been changing the dressing daily. He knew the next town had a pharmacy - he hoped they would have antibiotics and supplies still. "Let's go for a ride." He scooped her up, he found a truck last night and brought it back to the cabin and hid it. He didn't want to leave her alone that long.

Roman didn't respond just nodded, he carried her to the truck placed her in the backseat laying the seats flat and drove the next town. He had the car packed with his bag and hers grabbed their jackets and took off.

He drove for 10 miles and came upon the town. He pulled up to the pharmacy and looked at her. "I'll be back in a few minutes." he promised.

Roman nodded and closed her eyes.

Negan grabbed Lucille and headed into the pharmacy. He killed a few walkers as he walked to the door and ducked inside. Negan rummaged around looking for supplies. He heard something fall, turning around he swung Lucille at the walker and walked over it, to the back of the pharmacy. He dug around for antibiotics along with IV supplies, instant cold packs and bandages, tossed them into the bag and headed back to the truck, got in the truck and put the bag down. "RC?" He shook her shoulder slightly.

She didn't move.

Negan moved and turned her face. She had her eyes closed. "Roman." He tapped her face, he was getting worried.

She forced her eyes open and swallowed hard. "Hey."

Placing a hand on her face, she was burning up. Shit. "You'll be alright." He started driving back to the cabin. Roman closed her eyes and drifted off again.

He got her inside, along with the supplies, he started her on the medication, and an IV with saline. He locked the door shutting the curtain then got the fire going, and kept water near, dipping the washcloth in it and keeping it on her forehead. He sighed sitting down. He slowly dozed off..

Negan jolted a while later hearing Roman groan and roll over, he got up to check on her, then sat back down. He frowned as he picked up the opened facedown bible that fell from her bag she had kept beside the bed.

He put the bible in his lap, and looked at the pictures that slid out of it.

The first one he flipped over reading the back, was Roman and her sister Addie, he smiled slightly looking at it.

He picked up the second and recognized her mom, Jane Wayfield.

Shit. Sexy Jane. She did look fantastic. Pictures did not do her justice. She was much prettier in person.

He twitched slightly, and remembered his brief 3 month affair with her. Back in '94. He shook his head remembering he had to move with Lucille, breaking it off with her, because she got so obsessed with him, and it was creepy. That was one affair he regretted.

They moved from Michigan to his hometown back in Virginia. They lived in Michigan for Lucille's work for almost 4 years. Negan made the bold decision to move back to Virginia forcing Lucille to quit because - he couldn't keep it in his pants.

He looked at the last one, and saw that was Jane at her baby shower, in Feb of '95. Negan was chuckling slightly looking at the other pictures. He then saw the picture of Jane with baby Roman.

Shit.

He counted back, and rubbed his face. Roman was his spawn.

"Shit." Negan muttered.

How could Jane not tell him? How could she keep a secret like that from him? Did Roman know? It's not like she didn't send him letters long after they moved back to Virginia - None of them mentioned a pregnancy.

Lucille always wanted a kid - but it never worked out, the pregnancies she did manage to catch, she could only carry for a few months and usually miscarried. She had 5, miscarriages, they even turned to a surrogate and it didn't work. Lucille wanted that, Negan refused to go meet the woman, or find out her name because he wanted to be the rational one - if it didn't work out, he would be able to comfort her, and not be so attached. They eventually gave up and Lucille went back to school for nursing. Negan turned to drinking, and working a shit job as a part time gym teacher, along with working at the car dealership. Kids at the school mainly loved him because of his mouth, and attitude.

He sighed opened his flask and took a long drink. He studied Roman over, she had his thick - curly dark brunette hair, brown eyes, she had his smile. It was lethal but also gentle - it could make you or break you in a moment - you could also not tell what she was really thinking behind it, very much like him. He smiled slightly, something was bothering him though - she didn't look anything like Jane at all, he shoved his hand into his jean pocket, and pulled out a very old crinkle photo of Lucille, and studied it. He wondered if Lucille went to find a surrogate again, and that surrogate happened to be Jane -

Son of a B-

He looked at Roman again, and then back at Lucille's picture - Roman had his wife's facial features. He got up and started pacing. "How..on earth.." he kept looking back and forth at the picture of his dead wife - and the girl laying in bed. "I...She would have told me - Wouldn't she?" He furrowed his brows sighing. He wanted answers - and wanted them now.

Roman was starting to wake up, she turned over a bit and groaned.

"Just me, Kid" Negan said walking back to the chair and sitting down, re-wetting the cloth and putting it on her forehead. She was still burning up.

Roman looked over clearing her throat some, "Sorry.." she sat up more looking around. She hadn't thought about her mom, step-dad, or sister in a while.

Negan raised a brow. "Sorry for what?" He asked moving over to the chair by her bed.

"Lets see, attempting to stab you, mouthing off, being an ass." She shrugged slightly.

Negan let out a laugh, watching her and smiled slightly. "Shit kid - No problem here." He shrugged. "Sound like a mini- version of myself at your age."

Roman smiled slightly, nodding. "Still."

"You were scared, people do stupid shit when they are scared." Negan had her bible in his lap. "This fell out of your bag." He placed it in her lap.

"Oh." Roman looked down at it. "Thank you. It was my nana's." She ran her fingers over the purple leather. She just looked down at it, and saw the pictures sticking out. She took them out, and looked through them.

She paused at the one of her, and her sister in the hospital. "I must of been - 8 or so. My sister, Addie had Leukemia…. She was about 4." She wiped her eyes. "I wasn't a match, nobody was." She sat back, putting the picture away. "I was adopted." She said, she knew Jane wasn't her real mom and that her dad wasn't her real dad - they both made it clear when they were angry.

Negan looked down listening. "I'm sorry for your loss." He said softly, and rubbed her back. "What happened…" He paused not wanting to ask.

"They died, back in Ohio at a little community. I left after they died, and traveled alone."

"Shit. How old were you?"

"I must of been close to 13 give or take." She took the rag and cleaned her face with it. "My community I belonged after that." She shook her head, closing her eyes - her head was pounding. She laid back, and sighed.

"Don't go into if it's painful - Kid." He looked at her. "Not worth the headache."

"They killed them. They killed everyone.." She was shaking at this point, losing it. "They...How could they." She looked over at him, tears running down her face. "What kind of people, just kill over 90 people.."

Negan looked away, breaking eye contact with her - He breathed in deeply, and nodded. " I... wonder the same thing kid." He muttered softly. "I used to be a leader of a community.."

"What happened?" She asked wiping her eyes.

"War.. " He took a drink from his flask, still sour over what happened..

Roman broke down crying more, not able to help it - it was painful, not just what happened, but her body was aching too. She ended up grabbing her inhaler and using it.

Negan looked down at her, closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her. "Breathe. Don't need you having a bad attack." He said softly. He wasn't experienced with that.

Roman nodded, sniffling and wrapped her arms around him.

He was trying to hold it together, but silently a tear or two fell, he rested his chin on her was breaking from what happened months ago at the war. He was still angry about it. He didn't want his people getting killed.

"Roman. I knew Jane." He said softly, wondering if she heard him.