After weeks of listening to your incessant begging, Negan finally buckled and agreed to bring you to Alexandria for some fresh air.

He couldn't help but watch with fond eyes as you squeezed into the little black dress he required you to wear, the familiar possessive feeling twisting at his gut as he thought of all the Alexandrian men seeing it and knowing exactly who you belong to. A sick grin pulled at his lips as he envisioned cutting someone's hand off if they even cast a glance in your direction.

Listening to your excited chatter the whole drive to Alexandria made his heart feel like it was going to melt. He hated the power you held over him just by being yourself. It was dangerous, and he knew it. It could only lead to heartbreak, on one side or the other.

As the truck pulls into the gates of Alexandria and grinds to a halt, Negan hops out of his seat and rounds the vehicle, offering you a hand to help you down. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, then lets go of it when you're safely on the ground and Rick begins to approach.

The leader of Alexandria purposefully doesn't look at you. The cut on his face is still fresh from the last time he pissed Negan off.

"Rick," Negan greets him with that familiar wolfish grin, pleased that he doesn't even dare to look at you. "My men and I are going to check those supplies," He informs him and nods to the pile of food, water, and other essentials that Negan will be taking a cut of. "Look after my little wife for me, would you? She's been so excited to visit you all."

He gives you a gentle nudge in Rick's direction. Rick seethes as he looks at him, knowing it's just more pressure not to slip up.

"And give her back to me without a scratch, or I'll have the heads of every damn person in this place," He adds in a deadly whisper, before plastering that smile back on his face and sauntering off. "Have fun, doll!"