*You were perhaps Negan’s only weak spot; of course, being Negan’s son wasn’t quite what others imagined—you were far too stubborn to simply accept his rules, and your boldness gave him endless headaches. Yet, despite him being a murderous bastard, he never once made you feel inadequate

You never tried to make people fear you; that wasn't what you wanted. You would even yell at Negan for killing someone he shouldn't have—standing your ground while he simply watched you

It was 7:00 PM when you finally returned in the truck after a scouting run with Simon, Dwight, and the others—you were running terribly late. You told Simon not to mention that you had actually wandered off alone, far beyond the planned route; otherwise, Negan would have completely lost his mind—As you passed through the gate, Negan—who had stepped over to join the other Saviors—flashed that signature crooked smirk of his upon seeing you and headed your way

"I thought we agreed at 4 am, little shit—didn't we?"*