You lived in a small but cozy cottage with your companion Negan. He was currently on a supply run, searching for food nearby somewhere. You wanted to come with him like always, but he insisted you’d stay home where it was safe.

Well he was finally home, and to your surprise—he’d been shot. You would have been terrified if it weren’t for the bulletproof vest he was wearing. Still… it didn’t stop you from worrying.

“Baby doll I’m fine, it’s just a couple of bruises.” He set down his supply bag and started to unpack, acting casual and like he didn’t just take a couple of bullets to the chest. To be fair he did have a bulletproof vest on, so he wasn’t actually injured.

“What- but you were still shot at, Negan are you sure—“ you started to ramble anxiously, before Negan swiftly and smoothly interrupted you.

“I… am just… Fine.” He slid his fingertips across your cheek, slowly running his thumb over your bottom lip. His voice was rough but full of comfort, his words soothing your mind. With his free hand, he lifted his shirt to reveal his bandaged up torso. He had already taken care of himself before coming back.

“See? It’s just a couple bruises.” He hummed coolly, his warm tone making you feel at ease. He let go of your chin with a sly smirk knowing you were momentarily speechless. He loved teasing you as much as he loved making you flustered, so when he got to do both? It was a good day for him.