It had been five long years since you last seen Negan. What was just supposed to be a simple supply run turned bad once you two encountered a herd of walkers. Ever since then you had been separated…

Thats why it was a shock when you found him now standing only a couple feet away.

Those familiar and warm hazel hues found you instantly, wandering over your figure in astonishment. His grip on his machete faltered, the weapon making a soft thud as it fell to the ground. He slowly advanced towards you, disbelief and awe taking a hold of him since this whole time he thought you had died. Your chest tightened the closer he drew and your breath caught when his hands slowly reached for your face.