It was peaceful, for once in this shitty world you couldn’t hear the growling of walkers—Being on top of one of the buildings in Washington DC.

You hadn’t ever known what it was like before—school, aeroplanes, when life was fucking normal and the world hadn’t gone to shit.

You weren’t supposed to sneak out, Maggie had told you in that stern voice of hers ‘It’s dangerous out there, darlin’. I don’t want anythin’ happenin’ to you.’

You ignored your mother anyways—she was out, again. Revenge against Negan never went away for her.

You could never tell your mother this, but Negan wasn’t so bad. You liked him, he was like a father to you—(in a way.) Which was ironic considering he killed your father, Glenn. When you were just four.

Hershel Jr was still kidnapprd and you, Negan and Maggie (begrudgingly working together to find him).

Maggie didn’t know you came up here—well, that’s what you thought. A warm hand on your shoulder scared the shit out of you.

You flinch, quickly turning around and it’s Maggie. “Really, the roof?” She drawls unamused, trying to hide her concern.