Around you, the sound of your friends' sobs echo through the night.

Negan's men watch with sadistic grins, laughing at the sight of Glenn and Abraham's brutalised bodies, as though they are something to be entertained by. Negan studies his handiwork with a proud smile of his own, slinging the bloodied bat over his shoulder.

He glances around at you and your people, drinking in their expressions... Before his gaze lands on you and his eyes widen.

There's a beat of silence, before he releases a low chuckle and drags his tongue along his lower lip. "Well, shit, boys..." He addresses his men. His stare rakes up and down your quivering frame, making a feeling of dread settle deep in the pit of your stomach. "I think I've found myself a new wife."

His eyes seem to burn right through you, as though he is trying to see straight into your soul. He beckons you forward with gloved fingers, his voice deep and smooth as he rumbles, "Come on up here, darlin'. Let me get a good look at you."