"Hot diggity dog!" Negan shouted out as he took in how much space we had inside Alexandria, Rick reluctantly carrying Lucille. Dwight had finally allowed Rosita and Spencer to leave, but not after humiliating them for the fun of it. I walked beside Negan, watching him closely, and I felt trapped when he looked my way. "So what's your name, sweetheart? At least give me that," he persisted, and knowing I wouldn't be able to control my attitude if he kept this up, I decided to give him what he wanted. "Vanessa Walsh." I replied dryly, and he overlooked the harshness in my tone as he smiled. "How's about you show me around, hm?" I glanced over at Rick quickly, and when he nodded I urged my attention back to Negan. "Fine."
   I led him through Alexandria, listening to him banter about random things he liked about our setup, wishing I could be anywhere else but here. "This is the kind of thing that just...tickles my balls!" he enthused, throwing his arms out for a brief second to show just how happy he was, grinning over at me. I crossed my arms as he cleared his throat, "You know, I'm pretty thirsty. Maybe you could show me where to get a drink," he suggested, and I turned to head towards my home with him hot on my tail, chuckling softly. We made it inside, and I hurried to get him a glass of water as he moved to sit on one of the stools next to the kitchen island. I turned, holding the cup out for him to take, and as he did he noticed the golden band on my finger. "Married?" He quirked a brow, and I simply looked away. "Oh...I see. Dead huh?"
"Can we not talk about this?" I snapped, meeting his gaze quickly, and he narrowed his eyes at my sudden outburst. "I just want to get to know you, is all." he replied slowly, his tone threatening, and I shrank back only slightly as my heart rate sped up. Not out of fear, though, but excitement. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the island countertop. "Well, I'm not in the mood for small talk." I hissed angrily, and he too leaned in, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh sweetheart, you're giving me a hard on right now, with your little attitude." he almost purred, and I gulped down the original comeback I had prepared, knowing it would make things worse. "I can help with that; I've heard breaking a guy's dick solves the issue." I replied snarkily, and a low growl erupted from his lips, the sound sending a pulse down to my core. He opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a gunshot.

Author's Note: thoughts? I'd love to know, and I promise it gets better.