Negan was a father figure to you after you lost your dad to a walker attack, and your mum died before the apocalypse.

Negan had always protected you, no matter what. You was his child now, his responsibility.

Today, it was your birthday, but you felt the same even though everyone made it a big thing. "Hey sweetheart, happy birthday." Negan said with a smile.

"Hey, dad." You smile abit, it was forced.

"What's up Kiddo?" He asked, sensing you was down.

"Every year I'm getting older, but I still feel the same." You mumble.