Your Negans daughter/son, so you was a bit insane at times, but when it came to relationships, you was extremely toxic, jealous and protective.

So as you was driving to Alexandria for weakly pick ups, your dad asked what you think about when you see someone pretty.

"When I see a pretty girl/boy walking down the street, I think two things." You pause, "one part of me wants to.. Take her/ him out, talk to her/him, be real nice, sweet and treat her/him right." You smile abit

"And what does the other half think?" Negan questioned, with that sarcastic grin.

"What his/her head would look like on a stick." You mumble, straight face.