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37// My Lucille

•Negan's POV•

I was sitting on a log, surrounded by four assholes. Chewing on the meat I had, I looked up at the man who was holding a bat. My eyes examine every damn inch of that fine wood.

"Lookin' at somethin'?" He asked, walking dangerously close to me "matter of fact, yea" I stood up, throwing the piece of meat on the ground. He looked up at me, as I towered over him.

He cowered as I smirked "do not, challenge me young man" I said as my smirked faded into a serious face. He nodded before dragging his ass back to his place. Right as he sat down, a herd of walkers came out of nowhere, ripping the man's skin.

I was the furthest, giving me more than a chance to run. I looked at the bat, running towards it and picking it up, before running deeper and deeper into the woods. They are all dead, giving me a chance to go back there and take their supplies when the herd clears out.

When I stopped running, I looked down at my dirty pants "well, shit." I mumbled before sighing. I searched the woods for a safe place to stay for the night, finding a small cabin. I kicked the door open, walking inside making sure the coast was clear before I locked the door with the key that was sitting on a table.

There were blankets everywhere, so I made myself an uncomfortable bed, laying down on it. I looked up at the ceiling, the sun slowly faded away.

I looked at my right hand, seeing the wedding ring on. I sighed in sadness, missing the only source of light in my life. I thought about her, how her long, blonde hair flawlessly moved each time she laughed, her beautiful smile that lights up a room, her green-blue eyes I never get tired of staring at, her soft skin making me relax when I'm stressed.

I still remember her features like the back of my hand, her curvy body, her soft voice making whichever monster go weak, her lips, pink as it tastes like cotton candy. Her fingertips, each time they touch me I feel a shiver run down my spine before I relax at her touch. Her comforting words, I have nothing to describe how perfect she was.

I didn't realize a tear slipped down my cheek, before wiping it away harshly. I don't know where to search anymore, I couldn't find her anywhere. I went back to our house, seeing it the way it was. I went to the hospital, only to be greeted by blood. I searched the woods everyday, trying to desperately find her.

I even went back to that damned building, finding nothing. Not a single lead where she is. But I know, deep in my heart she survived. My Lucille, my wife survived and I believe it with all of power in my body. She is out there, alive and well.

"Negan what are you doing?" She asked as she laughed and ran away from the water gun I was holding. I ran after her, chasing her around the house "you'll get the floors wet then I'll slip!" She giggled making me laugh "damn right you will!"

She turned a right, going inside the bathroom and locking the door behind her "little pig, little pig, let me in!" I sang as I knocked on the door with the gun. I heard her gasp behind the door before she swung it open, receiving a ton loads of shit of water. "Little pig?! Are you kidding me?!"

"Wanted you to open that shitty door, it worked didn't it?" I asked as I laughed. I didn't even notice she was holding a bigger gun, mentally smacking my forehead forgetting it was in the bathroom "little pig, little pig, don't run away!" She sang before splashing water on me.

The water was cold, making me shiver as I ran through the house "little piggy, where are you going?" She asked as she kept running towards me. I opened the back door, running outside to the garden before hiding behind a table. "Piggy? Where are you? Mama's just cleaning your dirty ass!" She shouted making me burst in laughter.

She found me but soon fell on the chair laughing with me.

I smiled at the memory, realizing just how much she means to me. I always knew she meant the world, but now I knew she meant the universe if not more.