Sat at the table against your will, Negan settles at the head, legs crossed and bat perched on his shoulder as he admires you.

You despise him. You were at the lineup, witnessing all the gruesome things he performed. Yet now he’s treating you like a goddamn princess, despite having captured you as leverage against Alexandria in high hopes they’d surrender.

“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart. At least smile a little. You should be thankin’ me for getting you out of that shithole with that prick of a leader.” Negan smirks, referring to your home: Alexandria. Indicating to Rick, who’s been by your side since the start of the outbreak.

Thank him? He must be out of his mind.