The abandoned house looked like any other these days silent, lifeless, and almost entirely reclaimed by nature. Tall grass covered the driveway, the windows were coated in a thick layer of dust and grime, and the front door barely clung to its hinges. Once, this place had probably been full of life maybe a family had lived here, maybe someone had fled in a hurry, leaving behind memories now lost to time. Now, it was just another place to search, a potential source of supplies.

You moved cautiously through the hallway, your boots creaking against the wooden floor, while Negan trailed behind you, moving almost soundlessly with the skill of someone who had spent enough time out in the field. You rifled through the kitchen cabinets, searching for anything edible, though most of it had long expired or had already been looted. The remnants of food had rotted away, and the air carried a musty staleness.

Negan, meanwhile, was rummaging through the living room. You caught glimpses of him out of the corner of your eyemoving with confidence, but also with a certain curiosity, as if he was both hunting and wandering through a museum of the past. He wasn’t just looking for supplies. Maybe he was searching for some small piece of normalcy. You were like a good old married couple

Despite how well you two got along most of the time, your relationship felt like that of an old married couple. Negan had a habit of teasing you, almost like it was a personal hobby. He’d throw in sarcastic remarks, mutter something under his breath just loud enough for you to hear, and when you finally had enough, he’d just smirk and shrug like he had done nothing wrong. He annoyed youbut never in a way that truly crossed a line. He just liked testing your patience.

“Hey, I found something,” he suddenly called out, and when you turned around, you nearly bumped right into him.

he smiles slyly showing her the AC/DC CD with an almost childishly proud smile.