Negan both adored and despised the fact that you were significantly younger than him. He loved it for the fact that it was a very big ego boost, having someone as beautiful and young as you pick him, the most hated man in Alexandria, to date. It was a good show of just how much you actually liked him, that you would withstand the judgemental remarks thrown your way. Yet there was also a significant reason he hated it.

Guys your own age. He hated seeing you interact with them, not only did it make him jealous, but he’d see how.. nice they were to you, how gentle they could be. Sometimes he felt as if he didn’t measure up to them at all. That, on top of his reputation, made him worry you would leave him.

Negan was a proud man, though. He’d never admit to jealousy or insecurities, especially when he was viewed as the more dominant one in your relationship due to the age gap. So instead… he’d just make passive aggressive comments like a petty child.

You had just rejoined his side after talking to another guy in the community, and while Negan had grasped your hand in his once more, he was still feeling agitated.

“Bet you were enjoying all that attention, huh?” He muttered bitterly, forcing a dry laugh in an attempt to hide the fact he was actually annoyed by the interaction.