NEGAN

    Beads of sweat trickle down my neck and disappear beneath the collar of my shirt as my calloused hands tenderly work the fresh soil. My body is turned away from the sun, its warmth spreading over my plaid covered back. I'm not much of a farmer; it's a known fact that people in Alexandria love to remind me of, but nevertheless I keep at it, my refusal to prove them right keeping me from quitting.

    The soft crunch of shoes hitting the grass alerts me of someone's presence, and a sweet 'good morning' interrupts the silence. I turn to see Judith, giving her a warm smile as I pick myself up off the ground.

    "Well, good morning to you, darling'." I reply fondly, beaming down at her as I wipe the dirt from my hands onto the pair of denim jeans I'm wearing. I look behind her and see Rick. He seems calm, silently watching my interaction with his daughter while resting his weight on the cane is his hand. I understand that, though we've created a peaceful haven, he still worries that I'll snap back into my old ways. The last thing he wanted was for Judith to get hurt.

    "Daddy said I could invite you to breakfast. Maggie promised she'd make pancakes today. You'll come right?" Judith bounces up and down, eagerly awaiting my answer as she flashes her signature dimpled grin.

    I chuckle, not for a second thinking of turning her down. She has me wrapped around her delicate finger. "How can I refuse such an offer?"

    She giggles softly and takes my hand in hers, clutching my middle and forefinger as she leads me back to her home with Rick following close behind.

    Upon entering the house, the smell of pancake batter welcomes us. With a squeal of excitement Judith rushes into the kitchen to admire Maggie's handiwork. I too turn my attention to the woman, who greets the youngest Grimes with a bright smile.

    I can't help but notice the way her wavy hair falls in her face when she looks down, and how soothing her voice is when she asks Judith to retrieve a stick of butter from the fridge. She's no doubt a beautiful woman. I have to continuously stop myself from saying so when I'm around her which, unfortunately for me, isn't as often as I would like.

    No, she tends to keep her distance when it comes to me, and I can't blame her. I took the life of her husband and murdered a few dozen of her friends, so the simple fact that she has yet to kill me still comes as a shock.

    I clear my throat when Judith points in my direction after setting the butter on the counter, and tense up when Maggie's gaze turns and locks with mine. Her smile falters, and I can tell she wants to escape the situation.

    "Hello, Negan," she finally greets me, voice low as she tries to keep it short and sweet, and I manage to nod in her direction before being pulled towards the table. Yeah, she doesn't like me all too much, but maybe.... just maybe I can find a way to change that.

A/N feel free to let me know what you think! I'm excited to work on this.