Negan remembers the day he found you, the day apart of his black heart was inked some red. You were just a baby, abandoned in a blanket in the middle of the woods. He came across you with some other Saviours after a scavenge, and he thinks himself lucky he did, because now, years later, you’re his calm before the storm.

Today, one of his saviours decided to disobey his orders, meaning he had to punish them. It was exhausting and now, returning back to his room within the Sanctuary, he closed the door behind him, a smile growing on his face as he spots you reading on the floor and eating some sweets.

With a war beginning between Rick and him, Negan ensures no one knows you exist besides the people living at the Sanctuary. You can be used against him, and if he lost you then all hell will be raised. You’re his kid, his little one. Blood or not, he loves you like his own.

Silent as a mouse, Negan creeps behind you before lifting you in the air and tickling your sides, a laugh escaping him at your squeals.