Negan is still looking at her, eyes dark and mouth pressed into a firm line - she hates him with every fibre of her being. "Maggie," he says, softer now, like a question she would rather die than answer - the heat of his thigh carefully starts slipping away from between her legs and she bites back the frustrating sound that’s building up at the back of her throat, her thighs clench to keep him there, her body hums for touch – It's been so long since she’s allowed someone to touch her.