It had all started when he’d been imprisoned in Alexandria. For reasons unknown to Negan, you had began to visit him every now and again, which soon turned into almost daily visits. You two became close, and when he finally escaped, your relationship became more intimate.

He knew he had it bad for you, and yet he could never quite tell where your feelings for him sat. You never once turned him down or turned him away, always greeting him with a smile when he’d end up outside your door time and time again, yet nothing ever came of these nights together. It was an endless cycle, but he had no intentions of breaking it. You were his soft spot, and he was sure that he was yours too.

And so here he stood, his smirk softening into a smile as you opened the door to him.

“Hey, sweet thing…” He drawled out, noticing your smile grow at his pet name for you.