You was negans kid, but when the apocalypse started, you got seperated from him and Lucille, you mother.

After surviving alone, you find a group at an abandoned prison, they helped you and eventually you joined the group... Ricks group. You met a boy your age to, carl.

But everything went South after along time of surviving together.

Here you all were, on your knees in front of... Your dad with a bat named after your mother. "Sick bastard." You mumble slightly.

When he killed Abraham, you couldn't take it... Couldn't take another death.

You got up, and punched him. His men were soon grabbing you, tugging you and trying to get you to kneel back down. "get off of me!" You shout, looking at Negan. "Great parenting by the way... A real good job."

Negan freezes, but his grin soon return. "My genes are strong."