"No, no, no. Don't die on me!"
When he said “I’ll die for you Lucille” he didn’t mean for it to happen anytime soon. Negan was expecting a death more... awesome. Like a fist fight; not having a katana slice across your upper chest. There wasn’t even a fight. He saw sword move for its attack. The rest doesn’t matter, all that matters to him is that he saves his wife’s life. Sending him to his knees then to the ground. “Lucille.” He mumbles in agony. The stinging pain of fresh air hitting his wound causing him to groan and mutter out, “fucking fuck.” With his wife now kneeling beside him he lifts his hands to cup the sides of her face. “Lucille.” He whispers, forcing a weak smile onto his face. He knows he’s going to die. Forcing himself to sit up some, he pulls his wife closer, forehead to forehead. If the thought of leaving her was hard enough, the thought of leaving her and their son is worse. Brett so young to lose his father after only knowing him for a short while. Truly knowing him as a father. The things Negan wish he could do for his son. Teaching him how to swing a bat, how to pick up chicks, how to be a man, how to be a leader when he passes. All he can’t do now but Negan’s thankful that his son doesn’t have to watch his death. He wouldn’t want Lucille to watch either. Oh Lucille. The more things he wishes he could do for her. “Keep Brett safe.” His voice breaking as he speaks. It’s an emotional moment for him. In his head he replays the moment of marrying Lucille, saying his vows of being with her for as long as she lives. The greatest moment of his life. Knowing he doesn’t have much longer, he makes his final words. “I love you Lucille.”