Negan Smith

“Wait, where are you going?” My hand shoots out to wrap my fingers around Negan’s wrist, eyes flickering over his suited up frame, a large backpack weighing his shoulders down. “Maggie’s putting a team together to go find food- which we’re in desperate need of.” He stops, pushing his hands into his pockets as he takes a few steps towards me, a sad smile on his lips. “Don’t pout, I’ll be back soon.” He promises, but I just huff, looking past him at the group gathering by the gate.