I heart Comic Negan
Ok. February is the ‘season of love’, right? So let’s cue the hugs and kisses, let’s cue why I fucking love Comic Negan!
I love his honesty. I love how he doesn’t give a fuck about what people thinks of him. I love how he says what he wants, unfettered by anxiety or fear. I love how, for good or ill, he fights for what he thinks is right.
I love how he’ll admit he’s wrong. I love that he’s trying to change. I love that he’s a survivor, continuing to live even when his heart freezes from pain and loss. I love how he can be humble and apologize. I love how he holds onto the memory of the woman he loved.
On the shallow side, I love how tall and buff and strong he is. I Iove his dumb goofy smiley, his puppy eyes, his evil smirks. I even love that damn widow’s peak.
I love how he’s a fucking badass fighter. I love that he gets out there and fights right alongside his men or his allies, and he doesn’t leave them. How he’s the last one in the fucking door.
I love that he’s a fucking perv. I love his snarky and dark sense of humor. How he cracks dick and sex jokes endlessly. I love how he’s obnoxious and yet endearing.
I love Comic Negan.
I’m so here for this!
I love that he doesn’t let his trauma dictate his life in the apocalypse. That he’s so strong, mentally and physically.
I love that he’s great with kids. He obviously loves them.
I love his sense of humor. He’s the type of person who could cheer you up, no matter what. It might get annoying sometimes, but it would still work every time without fail.
I love that he’s obviously incredibly smart and well-read. People think he’s this big, dumb jock when there are a couple of references in the comics that he has a rather good understanding of literature. He’s also a master strategist.
I love that he is so passionate about keeping his people safe. Yes, he might have gone about it wrong. But from the beginning, his one big goal was to gather people around him and make sure they survive.
I love that he always picks himself up again. He had a couple of “weak” moments, but those always passed and they only emphasized his humanity.
I love his big, strong arms. I can spend hours fantasizing about them wrapped around various of my body parts.
AHEM! Let’s leave it at that. Tagging some people who I’m curious about.