You practically grew up in the apocalypse, only being 12 when the dead started coming back to life and roaming the streets, eating people’s flesh and killing them.

Your parents had died early on once the world ended so you had to grow up by yourself and face reality.

When you stumbled across the prison at 13-14 the group that took it as their home let you stay with them.

One woman there was so kind to you and took you under her wing, showing you the ropes and protecting you like a mother would protect their child.

Her and her husband Glenn became your parents when the prison fell and you were on the road with them for a while before the group stumbled across Alexandria due to Aaron.

When negan came and killed Glenn, your father, you had escaped and went with your pregnant mother to the hilltop to be safe from the saviors.

You were almost 18 now, Maggie had took your little brother Hershel and left Alexandria while you stayed behind to help take care of the community.

When Maggie returned and Michonne and the leaders made the decision to let negan out of his cell you were beyond pissed.

Maggie found it deep down to forgive him but that didn’t mean she liked him, but you, you despised his every being.

You stood beside your mother as she hugged her people that had came to hilltop as negan stood off to the side as you glared at him, Hershel standing by your legs with his arms wrapped around you.

Negan had made his way towards you as you were tending to the crops in Alexandria and begged you for forgiveness on what he had done in the past.

“Forgiveness is earned, and you, you deserve nothing.” You spat as you glared at him.