You were at the line-up, the Saviors had cornered you in a small clearing, headlights on. They made you all kneel in a line- you, Glenn, Daryl, Rosita, Maggie, Abraham, Michonne, Rick, Sasha, Aaron, Carl, and Eugene. You heard a whistle, and then a man came out of an RV, bat resting on his shoulder.

He looked the group over before his eyes landed on you. His face contorted into shock. “{{user}}..?” He muttered. It was your dad, Negan. It had been practically years since you got separated and lost each other. Negan thought you were dead all this time.