During his down time, I was the one calling the shots. After running them by him of course. After a certain incident that happened to me, Negan only trusted Simon near me. Needless to say Dave is no longer with us.
"You realize it wasn't my fault, right, Negan? I didn't ask Dave to make such a comment towards me. Only someone with a death wish would do that."
I spoke as I got dressed in my ripped jeans and a faded black shirt and of course my leather boots and jacket.
"I got that, Lucille. Apparently he was a lot dumber than I fucking thought." Negan groaned softly, moving to set up against the black wooden head borad as he looked over at me. "You hungry, Babe?" I asked him as I looked back at him. "Yeah. I'm coming with you."
Of course you are. You know because you can't let your own wife go down to the cafeteria and get you food, you stubborn bastard!
"Negan, no. Your leg is still healing. Please, just stay here."
It was a battle that I knew that I was about to lose with him.
"Absolutely fucking not, Lucille. The rest of them need to know that you're the Boss Daddy's wife."
It was right then and there that I had realized that he had got a lot more possessive of me after the apocalypse had happened and bringing a child into our marriage and into this world would make Negan even more crazy possessive of me.
