The same two rough men appeared on either side of her and began hauling her back towards the main floor, this time leading the way while Negan almost leisurely walked behind them. Chen couldn't actually see the giant man that had been casually choking her earlier but she could hear the thud of his boots, the shifting of his jacket and the softest of jingles from a belt buckle behind her.

As they walked through the still crowded but more dispersed floor, there would be occasionally stops. At first, she was distracted by the stops, having to steady herself on her feet when they happened since neither of the men holding her gave any verbal warnings to them. After the third one, she began to realize that Negan was the one stopping.

"Yeah man. Nah, I get you sirree. Manure can be a downright bitch to find," Though Chen could still tell which voice was Negan's, he was no longer projecting and as dramatic as he was when addressing the crowd. "It's gotta be fresh out the cow's ass at this point. Maybe we can rely some scouts to go farm hunting. That could get you something useful for those stubborn greens or at least some shiny new shovels, huh?"

There was a low tone, that sounded like someone giving gratitude.

"No problem at all, Paul! Food is still just as important as guns and pussy. You have any more troubles, you know where to find me."

There was a tug and Chen was being dragged again, towards another flight of stairs. As she walked, she tried to hide a grimace. The draft between her thighs felt more and more present. She looked down and noticed some men watching as they headed towards the upper floors. She tried not to notice where they were looking.

It was a few more minutes before they were walking down another grey hallway. The men stopped in front of the third door they passed and waited. Chen heard Negan walk forward before she saw him. He still hadn't spoken to her on their way to this room and it seemed that wasn't changing any time soon. He pushed at the door with a flat hand and entered the room before her; almost as if she wasn't there.

The men tugged at her arms again, just before they followed him in.

The first thing she noticed was the sudden wide variety of colors in the room. The room was about two times the size of Negan's bedroom, but instead of a homey decor, the walls and center of the room were filled in racks, with piles of folded clothes on them. No two racks matched in height of design, some black and plastic and others made of rusted silver. As they came closer, walking down an aisle, she noticed labels hung on the sides of some of the racks. "XL, Women, Long Sleeve." "M, Kids, Tanks." "S, Women, Underwear." Reds, pinks, teals, and yellows lined the walls and Chen had blinked a few times to have her eyes adjust.

Without warning, the two men let go over her arms mid stride.

Assholes.

Now practiced, she steadied herself quicker and immediately rubbed her arms, relieved at the feeling of blood flow being restored. She glanced back at them with a raised eyebrow but both just looked back at her with permanent frowns. She looked forward and then around. Negan was nowhere to be found.

"Did you let her go yet?"

Chen's head turned towards the yell. Yet?

Negan was toward the back of the room. Not bothering to look back now, she began walking towards his voice, despite really having no desire to. Anything to avoid the dragging.

"Yes, boss." One of the men answered dully from behind her.

"Well, hurry up. I found just the number I was looking for."

She continued following his voice until she could see the black of his jacket poking through some rack gaps. As she turned and started walking down the aisle he was standing in the middle of, she noticed he seemed to be holding something black in his hands.

He turned to her, another wide grin on his face.

"You know, I expected you to be a lot more gushy about our little shop here. Most ladies go berserk at the bare resemblance to a clothing store. I had a wife once on her knees ready to blow me for gracing her with her first look at this place." Eyes still on her, his hand reached out to the rack in front of him. "Mind you, she always has a hard on for this shit."

Chen glanced at where his hand was resting. The clothing on this rack was a mix of reds, blacks and whites. She began noticing that some bras and lace were in the mix and her eyes grew wide, finally realizing what she was looking at.

Racks of lingerie.

"Judging by that look, these may not be your taste." He let go of the rack and used both of his hands to reveal what he was holding. "Still...this is all yours now, baby."

It was a black, sheer babydoll, with heart shapes on the nipples.

"Your hips would look fucking divine in this shit."

Chen blinked again before getting the voice to properly speak.

"I'm not wearing that."

Negan's grin somehow got wider. "Oh, don't be prude now, warrior lady. You're gonna want this if you want to 'make a family' here." He glanced down at the hanging piece of lingerie. "Maybe we can get a sewing chick to fix it so it can fit your cancer tit and boom - you'll get baby making juice in you yet." He tossed it at Chen and starting walking forward.

Chen could feel her face growing hot as she held the babydoll she just caught in her hands. She didn't know if she should feel more disgusted or scared that Negan seemed to be accounting for what her body could fit into. Or the comment about making a family despite her terminal condition and how those two things in one sentence made no sense to her at all. She gave her head a small shake and looked properly at the garment. It had been a while since she had seen clothing in good condition. She could feel that there were no holes and it clearly had been washed with care.

She held on it in one hand and continued following Negan as he walked down more aisles. He stayed a few strides ahead of her, pausing to grab things from piles he seemed to have memorized. Occasionally, he would look at her up and down before picking something.

All of the items seemed to have less fabric than Chen cared for.

"Am I just following you as you pick thongs and shit I'm not going to wear?" Chen asked after a while, feeling tired of the silence.

He chuckled and pointed towards a rack nearby as he walked toward it. The clothes here were looking more normal, with piles of what looked like t-shirts and jeans.

"No, darling." He stopped, and turned to look at her, no longer smiling but calm. He posed up against the end of the aisle, legs half crossed, with a pile of clothing in one arm. "I was just getting to the good stuff. Here and all ranks left to the wall should have something your size and taste I think. We keep the good shit in the back." He paused, and let his eyes rack over her body again. Chen held back a shiver. She was fully covered in her jacket but it was as if he was blatantly staring straight through it. Jadis was not kidding.

"And you're just going to let me have whatever I want?" Chen crossed arms over her chest. "Because if the deal is me wearing one of those outfits and bending over, then fuck you."

Negan's eyes narrowed slightly. "No catch. If this deal works out, you're gonna need these clothes anyway. Consider it your welcoming present." He paused. "If the deal doesn't work out, then I don't have to send back your dead body naked under that jacket."

Touche.

Chen looked at the rack closest to her. These would be amazing for everyone back at base, she couldn't help thinking. She could picture certain girls crying over a new shirt or pants. They even had XL for some of her bigger girls; it was hard to find fits for them at times.

Her hand found itself fingering which looked like a blue t-shirt. She kept her expression neutral as she took it off the rack. In her stomach, she could feel a knot growing. This is what she wanted; what everyone had wanted really. Yet part of it felt wrong.

AN: It's been a minute. I personally don't like the newest season of TWD but I was re-reading the first two chapters of this and dug up my outline for it. I confess, this does feel like a filler chapter.