As Negan was getting on D for doing something dumb, Y/D/N ran to him. She had a large cut on her hand and tears pouring down her face.
"Y/D/N, what's wrong?" Negan asked, taking the girl's hand gently.
"I-I cut my hand on a pi.. pick.... pickass," she whispered. Negan picked her up.
"Well, sweety, let's take care of it. D, I'll be back," Negan walked to his room.
As you sat on your bed, you heard a cry of pain. You lept up and ran into Negan's room, only to see Y/D/N with a little bit of alcohol on her bleeding hand. Negan was kneeling next to her and was holding a clean bandage.
"Sh... it's okay, Y/D/N. Calm down," Negan whispered. Y/D/N whimpered once more.
"It hurts Daddy N," she whispered.
"I know. It's clean now, so we can bandage it up. Ready?" He asked. She nodded. Negan started to gently wrap the bandage around her little hand and held it together with a Cinderella band-aid. You walked over.
"You okay, Y/D/N?" You asked softly. She nodded.
"Daddy N fixed me," she showed you her hand and Negan nodded.
"Now, I have to go get into Dwane's ass about being stupid," Negan mumbled. You nodded and he kissed your forehead.
"I love you."
"And I love you."

Sorry. I know it's short but I'm tired and I'm having writer's block on this story. Sorry again guys!