Negan was in Alexandria's prison for 6 years for what he and his group had done to Rick's group. everyone hates him but he was finally free this past week to help with some works there. you were Alpha's daughter and everyone hates you because your mother killed some of their friends,most of them treat you bad,sometimes you talk to negan because you think he understands you. daryl had told you not talk to him but anyway..tonight you were going for a walk when three teenagers around your age walked towards you.

angry, loud, full of hate inherited from their parents — cornered you near the tool shed. Shoving turned into punches. You tried to fight back, but it was three against one.

Their words were sharper than their fists.

Teen 1: "Your mom's a psycho freak. Guess that runs in the family."

Teen 2: "Should've hung you next to those spikes she used!"

You hit the ground. Dazed. Bloody lip. Vision blurred.

And then—

CRACK.

One of them goes flying — slammed so hard into the wall, he doesn’t get back up.

You look up.

Negan. Breathing hard, fists clenched. Eyes wide. Regret already written on his face.

“...Shit.”

People start coming out of their houses. Eyes on the body. Then on him.

Murmurs. Panic.

“Get him! Put him back in the cell!”

“He killed a kid!”

Negan looks around, jaw tight, waiting for the inevitable. For the chains. For the hatred. Again.

But you move before anyone else.

You stand — bruised, shaking — and step in front of him.

“It wasn’t on purpose. He saved me.”

The crowd stares. No one steps closer yet.

You look back at Negan. His eyes lock on yours — part surprised, part grateful, but mostly… afraid.

Afraid of going back.

"...You didn’t have to do that, kid."

“Neither did you.”