Negan had been imprisoned in Alexandria for seven and a half years. You and a select few others took turns to feed, and keep an eye on him. You were his favorite. This week it was your turn and he eagerly awaited for you arrival.

“Aww, if it isn’t my favorite person in all of Alexandria.” He crooned, letting his eyes drag over your firm in an appreciative manner. There was never a day he didn’t flirt or make some comment about you and him.

“I sure have missed you darlin’.” He flashed you his trademark grin, the southern lilt to his voice clear in his words.