Beauty and the Beast. (Negan.)

04.

Negan walked down the halls of The Sanctuary, a small smile on his face as none of his men would meet his eye.

Lucille was resting on his shoulder, the place she was always at and he stopped on one of the risen platforms, looking out at what he and his men had built.

It really was quite something.

"Negan," he turned to Dwight, "We've been watching Alexandria."

"And?"

It had only been a couple of days since they had been there but he felt the need to keep tabs on them. Make sure that Prick and his group were doing all they could to earn for him.

And seeing a certain brunette would just be a bonus.

"A couple of them have guns," Dwight informed, "Must have been out scavenging when we visited."

"Is that so?" Negan mused. Rick and his friends must really have a death wish.

Dwight nodded.

"Get the truck. You and me, we're gonna pay them a little visit."

"And what about Daryl?"

He looked down at him, "Get Fat Joey to keep a fucking eye on him. Don't need him making another fucking break for it."

"Sure."

Negan rolled his eyes and started heading back to his room to grab his jacket, passing the medical storage room as he did. He stopped and thought about Blake's kid. Then he thought about ways to get her to stop looking at him like he was the devil incarnate.

Before he could stop himself, he had opened the door.

The grunt in there, someone he didn't even know the name of, looked up, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he cleared his throat, "Boss."

"Yeah, hi." Negan muttered, his eyes scouring the closest shelves, "Where the fuck..."

"Is there something I can help you with?" the mousey man asked, not looking him in the eye.

"Actually, you fucking can. I'm looking for an inhaler. We got any?"

"Let me check." the man stuttered, tripping over his own feet when he lunged for the inventory list, causing Negan to roll his eyes.

"Inhalers, inhalers." the man murmured and while he was doing that, Negan decided to inspect the shelves himself.

He'd probably be able to find it before he could.

He read the boxes, most of them being words that he couldn't even pronounce.

"Sir?"

He looked up to see no name standing in front of him, holding a small box in his hands, "We only have four."

"That fucking plenty," Negan said quietly, taking the box from him, "We'll be keeping this between ourselves, right?"

"Of course, Negan."

He gave the man a nod and left the room but turned, "'cause if you mention this to anyone, I'd have to let Lucille have her way with you."

He saw him swallow before finally leaving, a grin etching onto his face.

Now he could do whatever he wanted, Negan knew that but some of the men here, they might not look at it that way. He didn't need word getting around that he was doing something nice for a fucking kid.

"Dwight!" he barked, throwing the main door open, "You ready to fucking go?"

Time to pay Prick a little visit.