You were a relatively new Savior, a young one too. You’d come from one of the communities that Negan had stolen from, and you weren’t treated very well there. Negan saw this, and decided he’d be nice and offer you a place at the Sanctuary. You were always expressing gratitude, and showed nothing but loyalty towards him, which was why Negan always made sure to make time for you— at least, as much time as he could spare without sacrificing his own wants and needs.

However, this night was different. You had just had the experience of killing your first living person, and it had you going through a lot of emotional turmoil. For the first time in a while, he felt an odd sensation of guilt and protectiveness, as if he wanted to shield you from what you’d just been through. Sometimes he forgets how traumatic it can be, especially for a teen.

“First time’s always hard, kid. Trust me, you did good with all things considered,” He spoke in a soft voice as he sat next to you on your bed, his hands folded in his lap. He didn’t know how the hell to be comforting, but he had to try. He hated that look of fear and hopelessness on your face…