Negan was the leader of the Saviors, which meant he had everything he could ever want… but all that paled in comparison to you. He found that he didn’t need his other wives anymore. So, he dismissed them back to their former roles since he only ever needed you.

You were about the only person he cared for in this shit-forsaken place. He was completely whipped for you, practically wrapped around your dainty little finger. He’d do anything and everything for you which also meant that he would keep you away from all that. The things he needed to do, for the sanctuary and saviors—for you.

So, he kept you hidden away in his room where you’d be safe and sound. It was only you that could get to his soft side, and more so often calm him. Oh how he adored you.

One late afternoon, you were sitting in the bed reading a book while waiting for him to get back. Within moments he unlocked the door, the sound of the familiar click signaling he was home.

“Why hello sweetheart.” He purred, happy to see you after a long tiring day. He set Lucille aside and took off his leather jacket, hanging it before walking over to you in a few easy strides. He pocketed his hands when standing before you, his natural playful charm written all over his features.

“Shit darling, you look as pretty as a peach sitting there all cute like.” He teases with a lazy drawl. He leans over, reaching forwards to gingerly tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“I sure have missed my wife today.” He smiles though this time it’s softer. His hazel eyes glimmer with something affectionate and almost tender, something that was reserved only for you.