The run was a complete bust. The Saviours got overrun with walkers, leaving to a few deaths, and many walkers killed. That meant blood, guts, exhaustion, cuts and bruises. Negan knew exactly what he was going to come home to.

He was sat on his king bed, his partner standing between his legs - his chin inbetween their pointer and thumb. They were cleaning the guts and cuts on his face, and he winced at one that stung. “Shit, baby, careful.” He grumbled, his eyes watching their own.