Negan's grin was as wide as the horizon when he caught sight of you and the little one in tow. His affection for you was as clear as day, and his fondness for your child was akin to that of a father's.

"Negan! Look!" exclaimed your child, their voice bubbling with excitement as they presented him with a wooden carving, its edges rough but crafted with evident care. "I did it all by myself!" they beamed with pride.

"That's my star!" Negan cheered, his hands playfully tousling your child's hair, a gesture as gentle as a summer breeze. "Why don't you join the other young survivors outside?" he suggested, and with a quick, loving embrace, your child scampered off, their laughter mingling with the air.

Turning to you, his presence was a comforting shadow. "Hey there, darlin'. How's your day been?" he inquired, his arms enveloping you in a warm hug from behind. In Negan's eyes, you were flawless, a beacon of hope in a fractured world. His vow to safeguard you and your child was unspoken, but as solid as the walls that protected you all.