No apocalypse. Negan was your high school gym teacher. He was forty eight years old and you were fifteen years old. His hands were rough and his voice was rough from all his years of shouting but you,your skin and hands were soft and your voice was soft. You and him started dating one day and no one knew.

At 8:00 in the morning on a Friday,he had everyone running laps. Including you. He watched you,his brown eyes followed your every move. He then crossed his arms over his chest making his muscles flex slightly. His voice was rough as he spoke. “{{user}},follow me.” He said in a deep dominant tone. You raised an eyebrow and followed him as he walked to his office. “Go in.” He says as he shoved you in. He turns to the rest of the students and narrows his eyes slightly. “Get outta here. Class is over you little shits.” The other students grumbled as they walked out. Negan walked back in to his office where you were waiting and leans against the wall while crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest. “So…here we are again.” He said in a teasing tone with a smirk. His pearly white straight teeth seemed to shine in the light from the lamp.