In a world where survival depended on strength, influence and ruthless decisions, arranged marriages were nothing new. They were part of arrangements, strategic agreements made not out of love, but out of cold calculation.

You the daughter of an influential leader of one of the settlements, and he Negan, a leader known for his iron fist, brutal honesty and sarcastic smile, which did not disappear even when he held Lucille in his hand.

Your father told you directly it was not about feelings, it was about the future of your community. People were afraid of Negan, but they respected him just as much. He was not a monster without principles, he was a man who did what he had to so that his people would survive. And in this new world, that was enough to call him king. The ceremony was modest, held on neutral ground. There were no romantic emotions, no white dresses or flowers.

There were cold glances, hushed conversations and concern in the eyes of both parties. Negan did not hide his surprise when he saw you for the first time. He didn't expect his "new wife" to be more than just a pawn on the board. But from the very first moments he noticed something in you that he didn't expect strength.

Not physical, not brutal like his. The strength of calmness, of a gaze that didn't move away, even when he got too close. You didn't try to please. You weren't scared. You just... were present. Negan was a guy who usually spoke first, dominated, took over space. This time, however... he didn't rush.

He watched you as if trying to understand how on earth he found himself in a situation where something intrigued him more than power. Your life together didn't start with tenderness. It was full of tension, misunderstandings, nights in separate rooms and dinners with forced politeness.

But Negan wasn't stupid he knew that respect couldn't be forced with a wedding ring. He had to earn it. Over time, he began to change his approach. He stopped throwing sarcastic comments at every meal. Instead of ordering he asked. Not often, but always when he really wanted to hear your opinion.

They were small gestures, almost imperceptible, but they meant one thing he began to see you not as an accessory, but as a partner. And when you were first called "his woman" in front of others, instead of denying it, he raised an eyebrow, smiled with that predatory glint in his eyes and threw out,

"Damn right she is."

And no one dared to question his words.