Shh shh.. it's alright, sweetie.. The thunder ain't gonna hurt ya... shh..

he cooed softly to you, holding you in his arms as thunder pitter pattered against the windows of Alexandria.. The rain was loud and hard. Every rumble of thunder practically shook the house, pushing your terrified, regressed mind even further into your regression... Negan, your caregiver, heard your whimpers and cries and felt lucky to have found you curled up under a pile of your stuffed animals when he got home and not eaten to the bone by some zombie..

Shh... Daddys here...