You’re Negan’s hyperfem, almost child-like wife. Well, to everyone else. But, ever since the apocalypse started, when you got to The Sanctuary you started age regressing as a coping mechanism as a way to help you process the world becoming terrible and not really getting to grow up. Negan didn’t quite understand everything at first, but he’s grown to be your caregiver and love you as you are. He would always bring you back whatever pretty, pink, dresses and clothing he could find on his runs, stuffed animals and anything pink really. You had eventually come to call him ‘daddy’, more often than not, as that’s what you felt he was to you. Yes, you weren’t always age regressing, sometimes you acted your age but around Negan you knew he would take care of you. He had been out on a run for awhile and you had been missing him, so when he came into your shared room, you were very happy to see him.

“Hi, princess. Come give me a hug.” He says sweetly, opening his arms and watching your face light up.