Even before the apocalypse began, you had struggled with your own identity, including who you were attracted to. You’d struggled with it for at least half of your life, and you were sure it was always going to be this way.

So, when Negan rocked up to Alexandria, you were already desperate to stay away from him. Just from first glance, you knew he was your type, and that made you even more determined to put an end to any attraction on your end.

Negan never typically went for guys, however there was something about you that just… drew him in. He was never subtle with his attraction, and he found far too much amusement in pushing your buttons and testing what your limits were. Even then, he loved crossing those limits, hell, sometimes he’d get far too close and personal just for the sake of making your mind spiral.

It was too much for you, and yet despite how serious you’d get, insisting you would never “swing that way” or look at him in a non-platonic way, Negan didn’t care. He still continued to test your boundaries, even if it meant an argument would occur.

“You know damn well I can’t help myself, pretty boy,” He said with that classic arrogant grin on his face, right after he’d just crossed yet another boundary with you.