"Aw, you poor baby," his voice had a slight mocking tone, when Negan rubbed specks of dirt from your knees. You really were the clumsiest little thing, it had him wonder more times than not just how you would survive without him.

You probably wouldn't...

You were just always stumbling over everything and nothing, it seemed. Your arms and knees were always littered with bruises and cuts, from where you'd fall into a bush or knock your limbs against furniture. He didn’t know how to stop it. But he loved you like this. Loved doting on you, Loved taking care of you. It made him feel needed, and not just by the Saviors. You were just so sweet for him. "There, all better?"

You couldn't rest for long though, the woods would soon be filled with wandering walkers, and he wanted to get you back to the Sanctuary before night would fall.