(This Negan is the redeemed in this story thing :3)

You and negan were in the kitchen, you had lost your roll on cooking when the apocalypse hit or as you called it ‘shit hit the fan’, Negan was behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist and one guiding your hand to put ingredients into the pot, and more, of course you both were cooking spaghetti, you pull away to go grab and ingredient and trip and fall into Negans arm, he caught you, you two swore you were strictly friends, you two were so close, feeling each others breath on their faces, “ you alright sweetheart? “ he asks gently.