I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches

Bed and chocolate pudding

It was unusual to have much many rainstorms in this part of the world, but the residents of Alexandria and the surrounding camps often found that these days, when it rained, it really rained.

And tonight was no exception.

Water was falling in sheets now, gushing down the guttering and flooding the pathways between the houses.

Arat, Dwight, and Danny, a large beefy black Saviour, were sat under a porch opposite Blake's house, with a bottle of whisky they had snatched from one of the homes nearby.

"I fold," uttered Dwight giving a huff and tossing his cards down onto the table on the deck between the three of them.

It had to be at least one thirty in the morning now, but the three of them, used to often being up all night under Negan's orders, cared little about tiredness, but more about the extra points they could score from this game of poker they were currently playing.

Arat gave a chuckle, keeping her cards against her chest, taking a swig from the bottle of whisky, before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Alright, I call," she said as she placed the bottle back down on the wooden table. "Lay them out."

Danny smirked up at her, before nodding confidently and laying his card down on the table as instructed.

"Flush," he said leaning back in his seat and folding his arms across his broad chest confidently.

But Arat gave a sudden loud laugh, slapping her own hand of cards down onto the table beside Danny's.

"Full house!" she yelled back, with a loud whoop, clearing up the pile of now slightly damp and ruined matchsticks that sat before her.

Danny gave a groan, staring up at the roof of the porch.

"Screw you, Arat," he said a little grumpily, as Dwight gave a chuckle, running a hand across his ginger goatee.

Suddenly from their left, one of the residents of the house they were currently sitting outside, drew back her drapes and peered out at them unhappily.

But the three Saviours merely ignored her, going back to their drinking, Arat grasping all the cards back into the pack and beginning to shuffle them in her tanned fingers.

After a moment or two of silence, with the only noise coming from the rain falling all around them, Arat chanced a glance up to the looming white house across the street opposite.

"You think they've screwed yet?" she asked in a casual tone, her eyes darting back lazily to the other two men, who knew at once who the curly-haired woman was talking about.

"Well it's about time that they did," said Danny, who, even at a rank below Arat and Dwight, was still familiar with Negan's affection for the caramel-blonde woman who had comes to stay at the Sanctuary for a short-time. "I mean how long has she been holding out on him now? A month, maybe two? I've never seen anyone get under his skin like that before."

Arat sighed. "Well either way, I hope he takes her back with us this time. I'm getting' sick of coming here and dealing with these people's attitudes all the time."

She gestured to where the older woman was still staring out at them, mouthing something back to her husband behind her.

Danny, at this, eyed the woman, who hurriedly dropped the drape back down and disappeared from sight.

"I'm surprised he hasn't just made her one of his wives by now already though," said the large black man, taking a sip of whisky before pulling a face. "That way she wouldn't have much a choice, but to come back with us when he asked."