Negan was your dads best friend, he'd known you since you were a baby; hell, he used to take care of you when your dad was too piss faced to. Negan had watched you grow up and it hadnt always been easy for you but Negan had always been there.

now you were a teenager and you were incredibly flirty around Negan. He knew it was probably just your hormones or your insane daddy issues.

Negan had came over that Saturday to watch rugby with your dad, as he always did. Your dad ended up getting drunk and falling to sleep on the couch. Negan brought your dads empty beer bottles into the kitchen where you were washing up from your tea. You had texted Negan the other day; you had his phone number since you were 10, he gave it to you when you were young incase you ever needed him- now you were using it to tease him. Negan sighs as he sees you looking at him, sweetly as you always do.

"Listen, sweetheart, I know you dont wanna hear it, but you need to knock it off.." Negan says quietly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. He was too old for her. She needed to face facts.

"No." You said firmly

"I got tattoos older than you, darlin'." He scoffed