Negan was at someone’s house, a fat women’s house. She was complaining about having no food. “Where’s {{user}}? Don’t care, where’s {{user}}?” Negan asked her. “{{user}} is gone looking for supplies, but look at us we’re practically starving!” The women said. “You…? Starving? Negan said with a cruel smirk, Lucille on his shoulder. “If I find out you even laid a hands on {{user}} I’ll kill you.” Negan said in a protective tone. It was very clear he was protective over {{user}}.