"Where's the fucking diaper bag?" Negan threw anything that wasn't bolted down into the air.

"I left it on the dresser." I cuddle Eric, unable to stop his siren impression. There wasn't much for it, seeing he was feeding off his father's unusual apprehension. "It's okay, baby! We wanted to get there late anyway."

Negan rubs at his baggy eyes, giving me a pleading gaze. "Do we have to, princess? I don't want that fucking-" the heat rose in his cheeks, but he looked at his resting daughter and thought better of it. "I don't want Daryl near our babies. He threatened you last time, for Christ's sake!"

My heart ached at the memory, but I couldn't keep them away forever. And the peaceful festival Rick was putting on was the perfect time to come together and begin mending fences. Try to work out this ridiculous scenario between two parts of my life.

"It's only fair, my love. We just need to-"

"Fuck fair! What do I have to do to be enough for you, princess?"

"Wahhhhhhh!" Eric wailed.

We stood there.

Is that what this is about?

I grab the walkie on the bedside. "Arat?"

"... yes." Her raspy voice showcased the hatred she still held for me.

"Can you get one of the minders that hasn't left for the festival yet?"

My husband raised a brow at me, before a smile cracked his flat features.

"...yes."

She'll get Glenda. Shit's going to go down, Arat!

Five minutes passed, and low and behold, the prefect fairy turns up at my door. "Hello there, princess." Her brow raised as she scanned the room. Her hip dropped as soon as her eyes locked onto my man. "What can I do for you?" She doesn't look at me after that, as she nibbles at her lip.

My finger pointed to the twins. "Get them ready for the festival." I stepped into her line of vision. "Negan and I have some business to attend to."

Her face dropped, finally getting the message. "Will do, Rackel."

I leaned in, my voice barely a whisper, "and you'd do well not to eye fuck my husband if you want to stay here, got it?"

"I wasn't, I-" she tried, but I held my hand up and she nodded.

Negan ran up to me and grabbed my waist. "I am fucking rock hard right now. Getting all possessive."

Glenda made her way into the room and got on with the preparations, her tail between her legs.

"Fuck, I want to be inside you right now." Negan placed me down in the middle of the corridor after a minute, hitching up my party dress and plunging two fingers inside me. "Fuckin' tempted to bury myself inside you in the middle of the atrium, show everyone who you belong to." He eyed off the broom cupboard, before jogging to it. "But I can't wait that long."

The panting mess that I was, left me bereft of words. His possessiveness was what I needed. We were jealous creatures, and needed constant tending to.

Had anyone seen us? Did I care?

He dived in after me, squashing me against the red-brick wall.

He hadn't shut the door. I point towards it but he slaps my hand down. "Got something to say?"

"The door-"

"Let them watch. Let them know who you belong to." He smacks my arse, leaving a humming sting in its wake. He wrenched his leg between my thighs and pried them open, growling in my ear, "wider!"

"Yes, Negan," I breathed.

I stood with my legs spread and my arms cuffed with one of Negan's monster mitts. His hot breath bathed my neck. "When we see that redneck, remember this moment." And he entered me, taking my lobe between his teeth and tugging.

"Ow, baby!" I struggle against his cage, but he remained unmoved.

He let go of my ear and growled, "what's the matter? Did I hurt you?"

I nodded.

His cock throbbed as he pulled out and rammed back in. "Can't hurt as much as seeing you with that asshole. Picturing you moaning his name, giving him things that belong to me." He squashed me further, his voice rising in pitch, "I'm fucking getting whipped, burned and mind-fucked, and I find out you were playing house?"

Tears sprung to my eyes. "I thought you were dead! I'm sorry."

"You moved on pretty fucking quick, princess." He took his free hand and pulled my hair.

"I was lost," I whimpered, "I thought you were gone! I needed to feel something! Daryl loved me, and he took care of me." The truth sounded brutal rolling out of my mouth; the fact that I'd used him. I'm sorry, Daryl.

"And now you're getting all jealous over Glenda, aren't you princess?" He kissed behind my ear, his lips curled up.

As he pulled out of me and I thrashed like a feral animal, driven by raw emotion, teased to the edge of my sanity.

He released me, tucking himself back in. "Maybe I'll go talk to Gl-"

"Don't you fucking touch her! If you want your cock to stay attached, that is." I claw at his leathers, chest heaving from his quick changes of mood.

"Is that so? What are you gonna do, princess?" His smile showed no jest, as he leaned into me.

"More like, what are you going to do?" A slight pause followed or manic passion. I flung my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs like a spider.

"You're mine, Rackel! All fucking mine!" Crushing me against the abrasive brick, unzipping his fly once again.

"And you're all mine!" I dug my fingers into his back, drawing blood.

"Damn fucking straight!" Growling, he began to pound me, angling it just the way I like it. "No more of this Glenda bullshit. Don't you trust me?"

"It's her I don't trust." I rock my hips unabashedly. There could've been the whole sanctuary outside that door, and I wouldn't of known. "And I've been closed for business."

He grunted through gritted teeth, "yeah, no more of that shit! I'm going to fuck you senseless. Make up for lost time!" One hand cupped my arse, while the other did eager strokes across my clit. The combination was maddening.

"I'm gonna cum, Negan! Cum with me!" My thighs trembled, as my pending climax teetered.

"I'm not doing anything until I'm damn good and ready!" He laughed, causing me to hit the roof, screaming down the whole Sanctuary, falling limp.

"Don't you give up on me, princess!" He grabbed me legs and repositioned them, before pistoning into me. "You're not going to leave me pissing in the wind !"

He rocked and rocked, while I took a good hold of his rock-hard buns, clenched with each punishing thrust. When he finally released, I could feel him pulsating, absolutely filling me to the brim.

"Fuck, I needed that!" He said, chuckling as he removed himself.

"Me too!" Only just realising how tightly wound we'd been.

As we stood there, in a huffy, sweaty mess I tap him on the chest. "Shower, then time to go!"

His face dropped, slowly releasing me. "So it didn't work?"

"Come on," I pleaded. "I promise, leave late, come back early. I wouldn't be asking if it didn't mean a lot to me."

"Okay," Negan said. "I'll do it for you."

The shower and loading the babies up was a seamless process. I couldn't be happier than I was in that moment.

"I can't wait to see Maggie." I smiled and grabbed my husband's hand. "I wonder if her little man is here yet." I got a bit giddy just thinking about it, so I looked out at the farmland, trying to calm myself.

The usual pit in my stomach grew, from being late to the event. I'd never been fond of tardiness, and the apocalypse did little to diminish that, for some reason.

Alexandria's tin wall stirred a sense of nostalgia in me. Although it hadn't been that long since I was here last, it had felt like an eternity. I couldn't wait to see everyone, show off my twins and catch up on old times.

The closer we got, I could see decorations had been placed outside the walls. Tiki torches, maybe. It felt good to see everyone get into the spirit.

But they weren't tiki torches. The decorations were moving. The wood stayed still, but the tips seem to dance in the wind. I squinted Walker heads?

I dismissed it. Rick must've taken a leaf out of Negan's book to buff up the protection.

Then we got close enough to the faces to actually see them ...

Rosita.

Ezekiel.

Eugene.

My finger trembled as I grabbed at Negan's jacket. "No! What's happening? I can't!"

Then I looked at the head beside My poor-old friend Eugene's.

... Glenn.

"Oh my God!" I shrieked, bolting our of the car before Negan could stop me.

A pike stood by the road, with a signature crossbow underneath. My eyes follow it up to a snapping, disfigured ...

Daryl.