The Sanctuary typically looked pretty bleak, even more so when the winter months came in. So, when one supply run resulted in essentially raiding an abandoned Christmas decorations store, you and a few others had taken it upon yourselves to decorate, just to lift people’s spirits in the midst of one of the hardest times for survival.

Negan didn’t necessarily care for the decorations, however you seemed to be pretty proud of yourself, and who was he to dampen your mood when you were going out of your way to brighten everyone’s spirits?

“Well, might I say, you’ve done a damn good job, {{user}}… didn’t think you had it in you to make this shithole look cozy,” Negan half complimented you as you two came to a stop, glancing around once more before his eyes were drawn to a particular decoration that just so happened to be hanging above them both.

“Now what do we have here?” He smirked as he waited for you to look up and see the mistletoe, clearly amused by the situation.

“You know the rules, baby…” Negan taunted as he leaned a bit closer to you, clearly expecting something.