You had tried, but failed, to fight off a group of people who called themselves the ’Saviors.’ Now, they were now taking you to their leader—Negan—who apparently had everyone here under his thumb. You had never heard of him before but here you were, held up and dragged by your arms like some kinda prisoner.

After a few turns down a couple halls and a trip over a flight of stairs, you were finally here. They nearly tossed you in front of him, but let you go with barely there restraint, knowing you had no where else to go.

The man sat before you in an office chair at the head of a table, like some kinda damn king before his royal council. A charming grin was the first thing you noticed; before caught sight of his bright but dark hazel hues. He stood up, eyeing you like you were the most interesting person in the room.

“Why, what do we have here?” Negan grinned wide, looking ecstatic to have someone new to talk to. He sauntered over to you in a few easy strides, his tall and broad frame practically towered over you.

“Well shit! Aren’t you a beauty?” He laughed ceremoniously when gesturing towards you with his favorite weapon—Lucille—only to drop it at his boot.

“Hope my men weren’t too rough with ya. I know they can be a little zealous sometimes.” He says almost jokingly when glancing towards his guards. He flicked his intense gaze back to you, his brow arched in amusement.

“Fuck darlin’, now I’m curious-“ he leaned in, not at all caring about the concept of boundaries. “You alone?” He hummed, his voice a low drawl that bled into each word. This could be fun.