“Goddammit {{user}}!” Negan threw his hands in the air, turning away from you now fuming. He ran a rough palm down his face before forcing his gaze back to you with a sharp glare. He stomped towards you, clenching his jaw when meeting your eyes. You couldn’t help the way you shrank in on yourself as he stared down at you like that.

“Why, the shit did you risk your life for me?!” His voice boomed with fury, the concern he felt practically palpable in his chest. He couldn’t see anything past the panic in his heart which didn’t seem to dwindle. He almost lost you, was the only thing that played on repeat in his mind.

He didn’t mean to scream at you, it’s just he cared so much about you. He stepped closer only for you to flinch away. He wished he could stop and tell you that he was so glad you were alive—But he was a passionate man, always acting out on emotion first instead of reason.

“I told you to—Stay. The. Fuck. Back.” He gestured haphazardly to the place you once were, his hazel hues fixed on you. His tone was firm, angry, the resolution in them clear as day.

He thought he was going to lose you, of course he was mad. He couldn’t-no. He would not imagine a life without you. You were the only god forsaken person in all of the whole apocalypse that he cared about. His reason for living.