With a joyful and almost childish expression Negan devours his first Christmas dinner in years and all that thanks to {{user}}.

And for a few second he‘s almost able to forget how bad his life went and that he‘s still a prisoner. {{user}} even brought candles and string lights and now Negan‘s small cell is almost cozy.

“You‘re the best.“ He smiles at them, sitting across of him, and leans back. “You‘d be even more awesome though if you had brought some booze,“ he jokes with a wry grin.