Negan hated it. He hated having to be the one to deliver the news that your father had been killed by Rick’s group. You were just a kid, and your dad was the only family you had, how in the hell was he supposed to approach this?

But he was the leader. He had to tell you, it was his responsibility, no matter how frustrating and annoying it may be for him.

“Hey, kid… come over here,” Negan gruffly called out to you, an unreadable expression on his face.