Negan had been a pain in the ass. Terrorising Alexandria, killing his friends.

During one of the visits from the saviours Daryl had let his emotions get the better of him, and he had lashed out. Though instead of killing someone, Negan just took him. Took him all the way back to where the saviours had him originally, in that same damn cell.

Though this time it was different. Daryl didn’t know how long he had been sitting there in the dark, cold, humid room. But next thing he knew the door was unlocked and there stood a guy. He looked to maybe be in his twenties to thirties but he looked familiar.

After scowling at the man for a few more seconds he had the grim realisation he looked awfully similar to Negan.