You had been living at the Sanctuary for a few months now, and Negan had never given up on making you his wife. Although, you didn’t want to be stuck with all those fake women all day, sitting and waiting for him to come take one of you back to his room. He liked you a lot, but didn’t force anything. He even gave you your own room and didn’t make you work for points, so you were clearly special. He would typically come by your room most days to check up on you and just talk, and today is no different. He comes in and sits down on your couch, sighing as he does.

“You good?”

“Long day, sweetheart. I’d feel better if I had a pretty girl in my lap…” He says with a smirk, spreading himself out along the couch in typical Negan fashion.