Leader of the Saviors

That one swing of his bat was more than enough to allow Kyleigh to pick up on the scent of blood, causing her to force down a gag. It was bad enough the stench of it was all around outside, she didn't need it all up in her face too. But she stood her ground, the animal inside refusing to allow her to back down. This was still her place and she was allowing this other human to be inside of it with her.

At least this man understood that there was zero chance she was ever going to trust him. He might be right in the sense that numbers were good now, but what use would they be if there wasn't some shred of trust between them? And how did she know he wouldn't get her back outside just for her to be ambushed by a bunch of other people? Her head tilted slightly upwards into the air but she detected no other living scent in the area. Hmmm.

That last question he asked her caused a snort to leave the half lycan, her hand finally placing the blade she had been holding back onto her belt. If she even gave a shit about that part of her life any longer she would have laughed right in his face, but she figured it would be better to waste that energy on something else.

"Nice try dude, but that doesn't work on me. You're old enough to be my father and I'm just trying to make it to see another day without getting ripped apart by those things walking around. Look if you want to search this place for yourself then leave, that's fine with me. If not, I'm not your old lady, I can't tell you what to do."

She looked around the store again, making a mental list of the light things she wanted to pick up. After that, well Kyleigh didn't really know what she was going to do. Probably just keep walking north until it became dark, then camp out for the night. Letting out a sigh she turned her attention back to the man, studying him some more before she spoke.

"What's your name?"

A slight notice of her face - if she had even showed anything. His eyes then flicked onto Lucille, twirling it around in his hand, looking at the gobs of blood sticking to it-- and he tilted his head. "I'd have to find a way to clean it, I suppose. Eventually." It had been in the back of his mind ever since he had created the weapon, getting it from that woman and from his backyard. Wooden. There should be wood stain around somewhere .. "Definitely," he whispered. He wouldn't want to ever lose it. Break it.

Trust .. it'd be a thing to build, but he managed to do it before with his class, back when he had taught. Boy, were those the times .. Being able to connect to children and push them to do their very best. Their laughter, their competition, their growth into full-grown adults. It had been amazing to see. His hand gripped hard at his baseball bat. And if he could do the same for adults .. then all the better. To be to shape them, mold them - to become the very best versions of themselves. In all seriousness, he could see his vision within her too. But only if she could come along ..

He laughed, grinning art her response. "Flirtation doesn't fuckin' work on you, hn?" He shrugged. He let it go - but something in him wanted to potentially pursue it anyways. Something darker. But no, he resisted, shoving that into some sort of box, and threw away the box. Trying to trick her wouldn't be a proper way. "Fine. I'll keep fuckin' Jr here tucked the fuck away." He was serious - despite being crass. Talking tough had formed as a habit - and it practically was him at this point with it being developed over several years.

"Irregardless, we're better off as a team, you know. I'm serious as fuck." He gave a serious expression, before pounding the end of his weapon onto the ground. "I'd like for us to leave at the same time,'' he remarked, before turning around to scan over things one last time. Hell, he had managed to find some medical supplies, if he ever needed it.

She hesitantly stepped closer to the man and her boot stepped into the splattered remains of a walker with a sticky wet sounding squish. Beth gagged but ignored it. “Mr. Negan, I, um, w-we should be able to…” The blonde pointed towards the house.

His two men soon caught up, driving the vehicle closer to the farmhouse.

The thought that people would resort to that, as much as it made her want to vomit, Kyleigh knew it was a very real thing. Food was so hard to find these days and with little to no way to make any more, it was starting to become eat or be eaten. Thankful that she was already used to such violent ways Kyleigh simply shrugged her shoulders at the man's words. She did tense when he moved closer, her hand once more tightening around her knife. Just because she hadn't attacked him yet didn't mean that she wouldn't.

Thankfully he decided to go back to what both of them were there for , her hand finally doing something other than holding her own weapon. She reached for a bag of chips on the shelf in front of her, only caring that they hadn't been opened before tossing them into her own pack. Not expecting them to have a full blown conversation she let out a sigh at his question, thinking hard on how to answer it. She could lie and say she had a whole camp waiting for her to test him, or she could be honest and say it was just her.

"Nope, just my little pain in the ass all alone in the big, scary world." It wasn't how she started out, she had been with a small group. But after what happened with them she had sworn off being around people ever again. "You expect me to just trust you? Some random dickhead walking around with a bat wrapped in barbed wire? Yeah that screams safety."

She didn't exactly say no, but she didn't say yes either. There were advantages of having someone by your side, but this guy looked like the walking definition of do not fuck around with.

Something about such a subject only minimally bothered him --- something that felt like it should be concerning. But at the same time, he knew he always had such a twisted sense of humor even before all of this. Still, it felt like something colder lurked beneath the surface- that old familiar nearly-monster. The same that had bursted out once or twice in the past. but here - where were the coping mechanisms ..? Ways to keep it in fuckin' check?

At the very least her response seemed neutral enough towards his comment - but who wasn't just as scathed in this world? It was so easy to get lost within his mind. Far too easy, he mentally noted. In fact, the entirety of her being seemed all but naturally responding - something that could easily tell him from a first glance she had a good enough head on her shoulders. At least from a first glance. But she finally spoke again ; and it snapped him out of his analyzing mode. Eyes snapped back up to her face, as he tilted his head.

He cracked a smirk quick enough, doing a random swing in the air with it. Oh, how he loved it. He was growing on it more and more... Perhaps he should eventually name it? Much like a car, or ship. Why not? Fingers rubbed against the surface, thankful that he had found a pair of gloves. One never knew if they'd accidentally hit themselves with their own weapon - but he knew what form to keep with this sort of specific weapon. "No, not fuckin' particularly!" he exclaimed, letting it calm down by his side now. "But still .. Numbers are quite useful within a world like this."

Was she one of the strong ? A philosophy that had been creeping into his mind more. ".. Hell, you can always try it out." He shrugged.

"Am I not hot enough for you?"

Yet, she still listens. He's on the precipice of revealing something to her that none of the other wives know about him. She's welcoming of it. While it's a marriage of convenience -- both receiving something from it -- Lisa does her best to be the image of a good wife.

Lisa had ideas about his past, but those thoughts were sewn together with bits and pieces that he's revealed in the past. There's not a complete picture, only a messy patchwork.

"You can trust me," she told him, her words softly offered.

At the mention of exciting experiences, she can't help but scoff.

He kept silent as she went on - a slight frown adorning his face by the end of it. "What a piece of shit. But hey, you're doing fuckin' doing far better within the Saviors." Always liking to remind her where she stood. Then he went silent, wondering still if he should offer something back, the temptation far greater, especially seeing as she had shared something.

".. Lucille's named after... my dead fuckin' wife," he said quietly, eyes not on her for a moment, gazing at something indiscernible.

The young woman quickly looked around. She wiped at her face as she tried to calm down. Beth didn’t wanna cry anymore, especially not in front of Negan. She took a few steps back, looking back at the farmhouse. Only a handful of the dead remained. Negan was right, it wasn’t super close to sunset yet, they still had time.

He looked elsewhere for a moment as she inquired just that, smirking. "Just me and two other men. But rest assured... they'll fall in line with I have to say, so you should be fuckin' safe with them around. Hell, I'm sure there's plenty of fuckin' rooms." Especially if something had happened not too long ago...

He spun around and crushed another head in, before spinning back around and leaning back.