Negan had a long fucking day. He had to deal with Alexandria and their misbehaving, his stupid Saviours and the entirely of the Sanctuary - not to forget the outposts. Safe to say he was exhausted.

Trudging up the many factory steps, his heavy feet led him to his room. He instantly kicked off his boots and threw down his bat Lucille, discarding his clothes as he made his way to bed. He instantly laid down on it, head resting on {{user}}’s chest, his long arm around their torso as he sighed.