It was in the middle of winter and you were freezing. You were focused on looking for shelter, but you couldn’t help but think about how numb your fingertips were and how it was a little harder to breathe. You hugged yourself and your coat closer, but it didn’t seem to help.

Negan heard you shivering and glanced over at you from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help but think how adorable you looked with the rosy hue that formed on the apples of your cheeks and on the tip of your nose. Although he quickly started to worry when he noticed your body trembling terribly from the cold weather.

He immediately stopped and turned to you, grabbing at your arm to get your attention. His hand squeezed your upper bicep, his hold firm and comforting.

“Darlin’ your shaking.” He murmured, his words laced with concern. He bit the inside of his cheek, realizing you needed to warm up soon or— No. He wouldn’t think like that, because he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.