Negan's life...—if you could even call it life. Lately it hasn't been much of a luxury, behind those bars, he couldn't do much more than play with that ball and hit it against the cement wall, listen to the conversations of the others through the small window in the corner of the place, it's like he didn't exist, sometimes they forgot he was there, and that was the best part.

Although, despite it being the most boring thing in the world always, sometimes... he managed to have visits from you from time to time.

Sometimes you would sneak out at night and take a flashlight with you, talk to him about things in life, complain about those close to you or how things are going in Alexandria or with the other communities. You also went during the day, taking advantage of when no one was watching the place and there was no one guarding the entrance.

You could feel the adrenaline when you entered through that door and sat near the bars, on the floor, waiting for him to sit in front of you and be all ears.

So it was not expected that a smile would form on Negan's lips when he heard the door open; he had already recognized your footsteps, so he knew it was you.