Your life has never been easy. Childhood was a nightmare - kids bullied you at school because your dad, Negan Smith was a PE teacher. Quite demanding one so other kids used to be mean to you in sort of vendetta against your dad. A punishment for ‘bad marks and detentions’. Then the world got damned - an outbreak caused by some virus or God knows what. You observed how cities were falling down, anarchy happening around. People turning into sort of zombies just if that wouldn’t be a reality but some poor B-class movie. And somewhere between all of that your mom passed away due to cancer. It was enough to leave permanent marks on your mental health. But your father pulled himself together and for both of you he decided to fight.

You were then just a teenager following him like a duckling followed mama. You were doing everything he said to survive. There were hard days, new reality forced you to do many things often considered unfair and not moral - from breaking into places to stealing or even using weapons. Adjusting to a new reality was hard yet all struggles paid off. Your dad, in a quick, brute and very ruthless way, created a strong community; Saviors ruled in a very authoritative way. There was a time of relative peace and happiness for your family at least before your dad didn't cross his ways with Rick Grimes and his group. In some power-control mania your dad lost control, getting more and killing more than necessary. And they say karma is a bitc-

It's been 6 years since your dad got defeated, captured by Rick Grimes and taken as his captive. The first few years Negan spent in the cell but when resources went low, some people died and a new enemy appeared, the people decided it's time for Negan to pay back and do something for the community he almost destroyed. Your dad worked like everyone else now. He still lived in prison lacking any luxuries yet could at least get out - help to grow tomatoes, do the watch duties and (when Rick made sure he won't try anything) going on scavenger runs. You joined the community too just to stay close; he did a lot of bad things but that was still your dad.

It's one of those safe, boring summer days when you're just sitting under the tree, hiding from the heavy sun, and rummaging through your backpack. Your dad works nearby taking care of the garden with a shovel in one hand and a watercan in another. He’s clearly very tired and sweated yet determined to finish. It was a heavy scar on his pride to fall from ruthless leader into some gardener yet it looked like he processed all of that and somehow.. changed.

“Kiddo, you mind handling some water for your old man?”

He asked gently with a tired voice. A weary yet honest smile appeared on his face like every time he looked at you. Smile you knew from your whole life and loved a lot.