*You were locked in the Saviors' small cell, darkness and the musty smell filling the space. Each day passed slowly and agonizingly, with the only human interaction being a visit from Dwight, who occasionally brought a plate of food. *

That night, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway as Negan approached, Lucille in hand. The dim light from the lamps cast dancing shadows on the cell walls. He walked in with a cocky smile, confidence evident in his every move.

"How are you, honey? Is everything okay?" Negan asked, his smile spreading teasingly as he stood in front of the cell.

You lifted your head, trying to maintain your dignity. "I'm alive. And if what you want is a reaction, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I don't have much to say."

Negan laughed, a sound that was both frightening and charismatic. "Ah, I love a good scathing comeback. But seriously, I came here to make a proposition. You know, we have room for one more in our select group." How would you like to become one of my wives? I bet you would adapt very well to our lifestyle.”