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Negan watches with a small scowl as Claire rushes out of his bedroom, knowing where and to whom she's running off to.

He's not stupid, he knows she's sneaking around to see another man, and it angers him greatly.

Does she not understand the rules? If she wants another man then so be it, she just has to tell him, but his number one rule when it comes to his wives is that they do not cheat.

It's not a prison, they can and have the right to say they want out of the deal.

What hurts the most, though, is that it's her sneaking behind his back, and not one of the others. She's special, being the only one apart from Lucille he's given his heart to. And he had believed she'd given him hers.

But now, as she leaves his room and disappears yet again, it becomes clear to him that isn't the case anymore.

"Where do you go when you leave me?" he asks her when she meets him in his room for lunch the next day, and she gives him nervous look.

"I see the way Truman looks at you, so I can only assume you two know each other personally." he adds casually whilst crossing his arms over his chest.

"Negan, I....", she pauses, trying to find the words to say. "It's not like that, I don't see him that way."

"Then why haven't you just came out and told me about going to see him, huh? Instead you're sneaking off, which could only mean the two of you are fucking around." he states, voice filled with agitation, and he stands from his spot on the couch opposite her.

Claire frowns, understanding what Negan is insinuating, letting out a soft sigh. "I'm not sleeping with him, Negan. We're just friends, best friends even, nothing more."

He looks at her, having learned over time when she's lying to him; it's all in the eyes. When he sees she's being honest he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I thought you no longer wanted me."

Claire stands up, making her way towards him and placing her dainty hands on his chest.

"Negan," she starts off, "I love you. I will never not want you." she promises softly, reaching a hand up and brushing it across his cheek.

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he leans in, resting his forehead against hers.

"Good." he whispers the word softly, pulling her closer to him.

She soon laughs and kisses him before pulling back. "I like it when you get jealous."

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