"Here we are!" Sherry lively chirped as she rapped her knuckles on Negan's door, giving you a supporting pat on the back. You inhaled deeply and internally scolded yourself for feeling such trepidation at the coming encounter, you were supposed to be stronger than this. Where has the bad ass bitch from last week gone?

"Well come the fuck in then!" Negan's emphatic voice boomed from behind the door, deflecting off your ears like a flashbang.

You and Sherry glanced at each other and after one sad last smile, she twisted the knob and opened the door.

As you entered the room Negan rose from his chair. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander over him, he looked nothing like the man you barged in on the week before, that look of vulnerability erased. His dark hair was slicked back and controlled, his black leather jacket stretched snugly across his wide chest, beige cargo pants creaseless and tucked into a pair of surprisingly clean black boots. His tan leather holster snaked around his hips and just the peak of a crisp white shirt showed below his collarbone.

"Well fuck me! If it isn't my two favorite girls" He wolfishly grinned, throwing his black glove on the desk, placing his jacket over the chair and walking into the middle of the room. You couldn't help notice that Sherry almost took a step back to hide behind you, like a shy child hiding behind there parents legs.

"My drop dead fucking gorgeous wife! Come the fuck over here and kiss your husband" Negan beckoned, outstretching his arms in a dramatic fashion and waving his hands in a come here way.

Wife? Did he just say, wife?

Your stomach capsized and you took a sharp step back as if you had just been shot. Now it makes sense, the makeup, the clothes, the almost first lady like way of showing you kindness and due care. And you felt a slight wash of shame at your antics in the cells.

Sherry gave him a shy smile and walked into his arms, they curled around her and pulled her in tight as she linked her fingers around his belt and their mouths met, her very high heels leaving a negligible distance between them. You looked away and turned your shoulder to them, finding the seats of his sofa's suddenly very interesting. The sound of an exaggerated moan and wet smooching sounds filling the luxurious room.

And luxurious it was. Last time you was in here you never got the time to take in the scenery.

It was huge, two thick dusky grey drapes hung over a large window behind his desk, the carpets were thick and plush. Two big black leather sofas filled with fluffy purple cushions sat at the far end underneath a mock crystal chandelier. A large, glass-topped coffee table sat on a lovely dark purple rug nestled in between them.

At the opposite side of the room, a large bed occupied a significant amount of space, black silky looking sheets with pillows at the top. But your eyes enlarged in wonderment when you spotted what enticed you the most. A huge mahogany bookcase, lined with what looked to be dozens and dozens of books.

You could almost hear them calling your name.

You shifted your gaze back to Sherry and Negan, coughing nervously. You always hated PDA's, considering them embarrassing and tasteless. But there was something else-A niggling of...Jealousy? envy? You suddenly felt very cold and lonely in your little corner.

Negan pulled away, wiping his lips and watching you from the corner of his eye. "Sherry, baby", he drawled, the way he dropped an octave on baby made your heart skip a beat and you dug your fingernails into your palms, ordering yourself to behave and keep alert.

"Seeing as you look so abso-fucking-lutely delicious, I want you back here tonight". For a brief second, you thought he directed it at you.

"Now go tell the others to get their fuckin glad rags on and get their peachy asses into action, we've got a visitor" Negan grinned, turning to you and winking.

Sherry looked at you too, her soft face briefly lined with trepidation, her rouge lips tugging at a smile. Nodding at you gently, silently suggesting you mull over the conversation she had with you before you reached his room. Sherry then clopped out of the door, the sound of heels like a fresh shod horse.

Negan walked to his desk, sitting down on his chair and crossing his legs, resting his muscular arms on each side.

"Well, princess. What are you waiting for? A fucking formal invitation? Sit. Don't be fucking shy, you weren't the last time you was in here. I don't bite...unless you're into that rough shit."

You padded over to the chair opposite him and sat yourself down, ignoring his flirtatious comment and mirroring his body language. Abrahams voice suddenly sounding into your head.

"Remember, always check your surroundings. Look for entry's and exits, look for the shit in your environment that you can use as a weapon and the shit you can use for cover, always be aware of that shit and never let your guard down, unless you want to be reamed by a big bag of giant dicks".

In response to the phantom voice, you scanned the room, noticing Lucille propped up against the wall close behind him. Flicking your head you noticed the only escape was the one door- No wait. There was another, painted grey and to the right of his bed, what was through there?

There was a heavy crystal paperweight lounging on the desk that caught your attention. Perfect to knock a man out cold...

"Smart fucking move, doll." Negan's deep voice beckoned your attention and you involuntarily jumped.

"I'm sorry?" You piqued.

"I know what you're fuckin' doing...Playing I fucking spy with my murderous fuckin' eye, something that could knock Negan out cold. You planning on using that?" He pointed his thumb to the paperweight, silently daring you with his eyes to make a move.

And you bit, hard, unable to back away from the challenge. This was the fuck who killed Glenn and Abraham, and regardless of any attraction, he needed to die.