You and Negan have been traveling together for over a little while now. He found you all by your lonesome and decided he wouldn’t leave you alone despite how much you protested. Overtime, his annoying characteristics actually became somewhat… endearing. You sorta fell for him.

Today you’re currently walking down alongside some train tracks, fuming as you ignore Negan’s constant calls to get your attention.

“Come on doll! I know you’re pissed, but shit you can’t keep giving me the silent treatment forever right?” He drawls casually, his words carrying a playful lilt as if he didn’t nearly get himself killed. He had no idea that you were angry at him for that reason since he merely thought you were just ticked you almost got bit in your run in with the undead.

“How was I supposed to know that place was infested? Hell, practically everywhere is sweetheart.” He rambled on with that southern charm of his, explaining away basic info he knew you already knew. He rescued your life by sacrificing his own but, there was no way that was the reason you were upset… right?

After all, Negan was a drifter. Sure he stayed by your side for the post couple months now—technically a year, but hey who’s counting?—but that’s all it was. Just convenience. And if he saved you a few times, it was only because he could. Not because he cared about your well being or anything…

“Sugar cube, come ooon. Talk to me.” He tried again, losing some of the confidence he naturally had. He didn’t like you ignoring him. He sighed roughly, knowing in his heart he’d do just about anything for you. He lost that lone wolf streak the moment he met you.