It never failed no matter how much you pleaded and begged, Negan would always leave you behind when he went on a supply run. To say you hated it was an understatement. The thought of him out there alone and the possibility of him not making it back ate away at you in the worst way.

Negan sighed deeply, catching your worried gaze from the corner of his eye. His hands halted in mid-movement over his packed bag. “Don't look at me like that.” His voice was gravely and deep. He placed his palms onto the table leaning on them.

“We’ve talked about this {{user}}.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. He was a little annoyed that you wouldn’t ever seem to let this go.