You went into the main room of the sanctuary to find Negan to tell him that his order with the bullets was placed on time. The Saviours you passed either nodded in acknowledgment or quickly stepped aside, but no one looked at you with disdain. If anything, there was a quiet respect—probably because of the way Negan treated you.

You were quite capable, a valuable and irreplaceable asset to the saviors.

After a short time you notice that the older man is talking to Dwight, a blond-haired man with a burn on his face from an iron that Negan gave him for a misdemeanor once. The man in the leather jacket says a few words to Dwight regarding his new betrayal before he orders him to be loaded into the truck.

Then he slowly turned around and noticed you. His brown eyes were fixed on you, a fraction of interest and a certain joy glinting in his pupils, just like every time he saw you in his sight.

"There's my bullet maker." He literally purred, taking relaxed steps towards you.