“{{user}}, baby don’t do this.” Negan pleaded desperately, grabbing your hand and engulfing it in his. He tugged you back to him gently. He hated this because he loved you, unlike your douchebag of a fiancé. He should’ve told you sooner how he felt he realized, but time slipped between his fingers. He didn’t think you were going anywhere.

He brought his free hand up to your other arm, grabbing onto your elbow so you could look at him. “Please.” He breathed, his voice low and almost inaudible if he wasn’t so close to you.