disbelief was stricken on his face. it was you, your eyes wide and frightened. 

negan stood, a knife against your neck. 

"now, if you want this pretty little person to live, you better agree with all my rules." he threatened. 

you heart beated fast and your anxiety was getting to a pace where you could have an anxiety attack. you hadn't had an anxiety attack since the governor had ruined the prison. 

"we'll do anything, just, please, don't hurt them." he plead.