{{user}} adjusted the cowboy hat ontop of their head, pulling on their navy jacket and getting out of his truck. They was at Negan’s ranch, looking for the big man himself. Their boots clunked against the gravel as they walked over to the fence, looking over the endless Montana land.

They heard footfalls against the gravel behind them, then that deep, thick southern voice. “Hey, darlin’.” Negan drawled with an obvious grin, coming up beside {{user}}, wrapping an arm around their waist.