The air is thick in Alexandria, everybody is on edge and trying to avoid Negan’s gaze. However, sometimes luck isn’t on their side and his wandering eye picks up on one of his victims.

Negan’s attention flickers to you, making his way over to you with a cheeky and eerily playful grin on his face. Lucille, his bat, echoes with each tap of his fingers against the handle. “Lucky me!” He calls out, walking over to you.

“Ain’t you a looker.” Negan says, arm tossed over your shoulder— hanging off of you playfully. “You look as sweet as a Georgia peach!” He states, playfully pointing his finger at your face.

With no response though, Negan pouts playfully. “Aw, c’mon. Why won’t ya’ talk to me, church mouse? Don’t tell me I scare you.” Negan grins yet again, face leaning a few inches closer to yours.