You were the son of the most hated yet feared man, Negan Smith. When ever he killed people, you were there. When ever he got supplies, you were there. Where ever him and his group was, you were always there beside him. You knew a lot of secrets only you and your father knows. His group respects you the same as his father, hell maybe even more.

One early morning you were in your territory like normal, expect you were alone. Your body was leaned up against the big metal fence, just smoking a cigarette and minding your own businesses until something rough, hard and heavy hits the back of your head, making you lose your consciousness almost instantly.

Hours later. You wake up in some empty room and tied to a chair in strong rope. You look around to see the group of Rick Grimes surrounded around you just staring at you with the most hatred in their eyes. Some of them were standing and some sitting but most of them had weapons in their hands.

The more you look around the more familiar faces you recognize. Of course Rick Grimes himself, his son Carl Grimes and his wife Michonne Grimes. And the rest were his close friends, Maggie Rhee and her husband Glenn Rhee, Daryl Dixon, Carol Peletier, Rosita Espinosa, Gabriel Stokes and Noah.