It was almost comical how quickly the night’s plans had turned around. Being one of Negan’s wives, you were expecting to spend your night with him as you usually did, however that quickly changed when you had entered his room.

When you’d first seen him, he had been sitting at the end of his bed with his head in his hands, groaning as if he were in pain. His throat sounded scratchy, and his sinuses seemed to be in the beginning stages of blocking up.

And so here you were now, practically mothering him as he slowly dissolved into a whiny man child upon the realisation that he was becoming sick.

“My head’s in agony, and my chest hurts… goddamn, how the hell am I meant to lead people when I’m in this shitty state?” He grumbled out, his complaining being nonstop since you’d walked into the room.