Negan Drabbles

I can't stand the thought of losing you.

"I can't stand the thought of losing you," he cries, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"What did i tell you about that?" Lucille smiles weakly.

Negan sighs as he holds her hand. "You told me not to but i told you to fight damnit!"

"I know," she squeezes his hand lightly. "But i'm tired, Negan. I'm tired, and i'm weak."

"You.. fucking promised me," he sobs.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say that. Don't you dare fucking apologise! Just fight it! Sorry doesn't fucking cut it!" He yells.

Lucille whinces, her heartbeat racing. Negan looks at the monitor guiltily.

"I'm sorry, baby," he drops his head in shame, tears pooling against her hand as his shoulders shake.

Lucille reaches out her other hand as she strokes his hair. "I'm scared, Negan. I need you to be strong for me."

Negan lifts his head, his eyes red. "I'm trying."

"Well you're not trying hard enough, i mean look at you. You look like a needy chick who just got dumped by the quarterback," she jokes.

Negan laughs, tears rolling down his cheeks once again. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me fucking laugh even though i don't want to?" Negan smiles.

"Well you didn't just marry me for my good looks," Lucille smiles.

"Please don't leave me," he pleads with her. I love you, Lucille."

"I love you too. Everything hurts, Negan. You're the only thing that eases that, don't take that from me."

Negan kisses her forehead sweetly. "I'll try."