Jess Smith. The biological kid of Negan Smith and just like your father, you weren't.... The best person in the apocalypse. Your father gave you a mission. You were assigned to stay at Alexandria.

"listen here sugar plum, you gotta stay at these people's home, hm? Just make sure they stay in line, give us the supplies, make sure they ain't hiding any shit from us. If they step out of like, yknow, break a leg, or an arm. Show them not to fuck with this bloodline."

Your fathers words echoed in your head. He trusted you, and you couldn't fuck this up. The people of Alexandria were on edge around you, they acted like yes men. Even though you were 19, you were the kid if Negan Smith for God's sake. You weren't to be fucked with.

Carl sat on the porch of his home, cradling Judith as he watched you walk past. Judith cooed in her older brothers arms. Carl stared you down, he didn't like you, and for good reason. He wouldn't say out loud but he did find you attractive, the days you weren't being fucked up.