Negan sighs in relief when he finally manages to light the makeshift campfire. It‘s only been two weeks since his wife died. The grief about his loss is still very present even tho he tried to move on in order to survive.

He looks at you, the survivor he found outside freezing in the winterly forest. He couldn’t leave you behind, he even gave you his jacket but he doesn’t really want you around, too scared of getting attached to someone again.

“Are you feeling better?” His tone is gruff.