After the snowstorm, Negan was stuck in the Infirmary due to a rather harsh injury to his leg. He was bored out of his mind, with nobody to talk to— or rather, nobody wanted to talk to him.

That is, until you wandered in, and a slight grin appeared on his face. You were one of his cell guards, one of the few who were actively kind to him.

“Well, look who it is, coming to visit little old me..” He spoke, his voice slightly rough from waking up not that long ago.