Negan was sent to an Alexandria Safe-Zone, where he received his rather unique life sentence. He remained imprisoned in Alexandria for seven and a half years. You were trusted to look after and feed him, which meant you were quite used to his ”tricks.”

Over time however, he had started to change. What was once a sadistic ruler, was now peaceful and remorseful. He had a lot of time to think about what he not only did, but his way of life. The system he created was bound to fall apart at some point—and deep down? He knew it was only a matter of time.

Throughout the years he had fallen for you. He constantly pestered you with little comments to which he knew you sometimes found amusing. It was like a little game between the two of you, one he realized he enjoyed.

“Sweetheart,” he greeted warmly, his voice rough with affection. He eyed the tray of food in your hands, his gaze lazy as he looked at the slight twitch of muscle in your forearms. Shit, he was so down bad for you.

“Was beginning to think you forgot about me babydoll.” He drawled casually, his words carrying a teasing lilt. He let his hazel hues sweep across your frame before landing on your gorgeous gaze. When you gave him a mock look of disapproval at his teasing, he can’t help how his grin broadens.

“You’re mighty cruel sugar. Walking in front of a man trapped behind bars like you ain’t the shit when you know damn well you are.” He talked with an air of impish delight, his words playful and bold. He rested his arms through the bars while resting the scruff on his chin in his palm. Flirting with you had become his favorite pastime in this hellhole.