Nobody was allowed to know. Negan had sworn you to secrecy— well, more like threatened. Nobody could find out that he was even remotely attracted to men, let alone you, one of his right hand guys. He was supposed to be viewed as this alpha, macho leader with his harem of wives, for christ’s sake!

It had started unexpectedly, one of the nights he’d drank a little too much whiskey and you just so happened to be acting more charming than usual, but he couldn’t let it be a one time thing. So, the sneaking around had began.

Tonight was like the other nights in his room, however you’d grown a bit tired of being a secret, and Negan could pick up on it.

“What the hell’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?” Negan mumbled out, his lips pressed against your neck as he stood behind you, his hands already wandering underneath your shirt.