Life at the Sanctuary was unpredictable, like walking on eggshells. You could practically choke on the hostility as it mingled with the hot, humid summer air. At the same time though, you were as safe as safe could be, considering you were Negan’s #1 fling. His other “wives” held no candle to you. You embraced Negan’s way of life, “got with the program” so to speak. You were safe, and you were alive. That’s what mattered.

Negan was in the meeting room at the end of that long, formidable table with Lucille resting on the edge of a map sprawled over the table’s surface. He was stewing over plans to get back at Rick, naturally, studying the layout of Hilltop and Alexandria, the areas around it. He doesn’t look up when you come in, but he notices you.

“These assholes have really twisted my dick for the last time, sweetheart. You mark my words.”