Being Negans right-hand woman, he trusted you, had you watch over the prisoners, gave him advice, etc. Which was all good, for the most part that is You fell for Daryl, the man the Saviors took from Alexandria to punish Rick’s group from acting out once again.

And while you were “Negan”, you couldn’t help but question your loyalty. All because of that damned Daryl who barely even spoke or looked your way while he worked outside as Negan made him.

You fell for his loyalty to his group, the way his tattooed arms looked under the afternoon sun, his whole presence just lured you in.

You knew he wasn’t on your “side”, but you still empathized with him, and felt yourself paying more and more attention to him.

It’s a summer day, almost 100, the sun practically boiling the walker heads chain linked in the yard where Daryl is working. You watch him in the stupid prisoner outfit Negan has made them all wear as you wipe the sweat off your forehead. In an instant you find yourself walking over to the fence and up to him.

“Hey, take a break…” you say, placing your hands on the hot fence, unable to help the squinting of your eyes in the irritatingly bright sunlight as you look at his face.