After taking a little cat nap to catch up on the sleep she'd lost and at least get to the point where she didn't feel like passing out, she decided to explore. When she awoke, she found herself alone and was quick to leave the room, wanting to know more about this Sanctuary. She was partially surprised she wasn't restrained, considering that she was a stranger and all. Granted, they'd taken her weapons from her, so what harm could she really do? She exited what appeared to be the infirmary and followed a long hallway with a light at the end. She carefully opened the door and stepped out and shielded her face, eyes adjusting to the bright light. It felt like she hadn't been outside in forever but she knew better. Well, technically, she didn't know how long she'd been out, but it definitely hadn't been forever. It's then that she realizes she's barefoot and she groans both aloud and internally, turning to enter the building again.
"So you're awake, princess. Shouldn't be wandering around, though, quite the wound you had. Lucky we found you when we did." The familiar voice interrupted her and she withdrew her hand from the doorknob, turning to face the speaker. It was him again, standing on the edge of the porch, just at the top of the stairs and about a few feet from her. He didn't have the bat with him, which surprised her a little. Again, she had to remind herself she probably wasn't considered dangerous, lacking weapons.
"I'm fine. Thanks." She says flatly, shaking her head. Her shoulder was starting to ache, but she wasn't about to admit it. That was like telling your mom you were cold after she specifically told you to take a coat with you and no child ever did that. She again felt that submissive sensation creep into her, seeming as though it started at her feet and spread upwards and she quickly turned from him, looking out at what appeared to be a camp. Soft brown eyes drifted from building to building, never staying in the exact same place. Just like the man across from her, Negan, right? She turned to him, again and jumped a little, finding he had drawn closer to her. She didn't meet his eyes or look at his face (he was kinda taller than her so that made it easier).
"Mhm and you are..." He licked his lips. She, of course, noticed the lecherous gesture and stepped away, but found her back meeting one of the pillars of the porch. An anxiety crept into her, and she looked to the side as he approached her, close enough that she could feel his breathe upon the side of her face and neck. She could feel him looking at her, no, staring at her and she was more than uncomfortable with it. Sure, it could be worse: he could be unattractive, but even if he was attractive (which he was), she still wasn't interested. He went to lean into her even more and she placed a hand on his chest, stopping him.
"Thanks for saving me, really, but uh I'm not a whore. I'm sure I can repay you in another way." Creep. She wanted to call him that, she did, but she was sure it wouldn't go over well if she did so she refrained. Amazing, her showing restraint. If her family could see her now! Blood rushed in anticipation, awaiting his response, which seemed to be nothing. He remained where he had been stopped by her, breathing steadily and then his reaction came, slow and calm. He inhaled, presumably her scent, which she could imagine wasn't too good. He, however, seemed to like it as he withdrew and grinned, closing his eyes and enjoying the scent as it filled his nostrils and seemed to surround him.
"Mhm. That's too bad. You smell sweet as honey. I'd love to bed ya." But ya gotta want it, he finished in his own head, opening his eyes. They were dark with lust (obviously) and something else that even he didn't know. He backed away, letting her skuttle out of the space he backed her in, and watched as she instead backed herself against the door she'd just come through. He smirked. She was a bit jumpy and nervous and he was curious as to why, but he was sure if he asked, at least right now, that she wouldn't give him an answer. After all, at this point, they were basically strangers. Oh, right...she didn't even know his name!
"I'm Negan." He states, giving a charismatic grin and a confident swing of his hips as he shifted his weight from one to the other. He held his hands out, as if presenting a present or a God, and well to him, he probably was and that more than irritated her. Regardless, she tried her best not to show it. She gave a little smile, trying her best despite being both socially awkward and injured, and even gave a mini-curtsy.
"I'm Lilly." She says, awkwardly holding out a hand before taking it back and brushing a dark black hair from her face and tuck it neatly behind her ear. He appeared to notice her awkward demeanor and take a few more steps back, thinking it would help. It didn't. He turned and held an arm out, gesturing to the many buildings she's been looking at before.
"This is the Sanctuary. I run this place." He says and she slowly moves to join him at looking out at it, shuffling to his side. "Everyone has a job here and it gives them a place here. You, too, will have a place here, I'm sure of it." He grins, and it's a bit sinister as she can sense some ulterior motives but she doesn't say anything. After all, if he was the man in charge of this place, she couldn't go saying anything to piss him off or upset him or she may not get out alive. Plus, he'd saved her life. She owed him.
"I'm good with my hands. I can fix things." She says suddenly, glancing at him and then down at the porch. He grins and shifts, swinging his hips again. It seemed to be a thing he always did, a part of his swagger, as they would say before the apocalypse began. She watched as he started down the steps of the porch and she raised her eyebrows. He turned, and raised his hands above his head.
"Well, you comin' or what?" He asked, hands dropping to his sides in exasperation.
"Uh, yeah. Where are we going? Thought you said I shouldn't be wandering around." She says, coming after him quickly before stopping. "Wait, I need shoes."
"Go get your damn shoes and fuckin' hurry up! I'm gonna give ya a fuckin' tour of the place. You're not wanderin' around, you're gettin' a tour! Hurry the fuck up!" She did as she was bade and practically ran back inside (what appeared to be) the infirmary and found that she had missed her shoes and socks just another the bed and was quick to put them on before rushing outside, practically taking the steps of the porch two at a time and sliding into place beside Negan. She really didn't want to piss of her Savior, especially if he was going to offer her a place here.
"So, obviously, you were just in the fuckin' infirmary. That over there is the cafeteria, of sorts. We'll come back there for some food because you look like you haven't eaten in a fuckin' week." He looked her up and down as if to make his point and she paused, looking down at herself. Sure, she was thin, but she always had been, especially when growing up. Brows knit together and she looked up at him.
"You body-shamin' me?" She asked, raising one brow.
"No." He says quickly and flatly, immediately shooting down the idea. "Just sayin' that you need to fuckin' eat."
Yeah, whatever.