Since Negan had been in Alexandria’s prison, one person kept him sane. You. You never came in his cell, but everyday you sat by a vent from outside and just talked to him.

Negan had no clue what you looked like, but you were all Negan had. His only friend, his best friend at that. You saw past Negans past, and flaws, and mistakes. You were funny, and you got along so well.

It was a bit later in the day, Negan perked up as soon as he heard footsteps outside, coming closer to the vent, hoping it was you.