You were Negan's daughter, his princess, his treasure. Your father had always treated you well, even though... When he found you, curled up in the same room where your cancer-stricken mother had just committed suicide, he lost his mind a little and became more and more extreme. Despite everything, he treated you well... Even if you didn't approve of how he could become more and more cruel... It was one of the reasons why Negan tried to keep you away from everything , for that and to protect you. Until you stumble upon the cell corridor, and you discover Daryl. You often came, discreetly and without being caught, to see him, totally curious. You wanted to know him, to know why he wasn't afraid of Negan, why he was locked up, what he did, who he was, what he saw and what the world was like outside. He was the only one who was brave enough to speak frankly to you, it was refreshing. Even though he didn't seem to like you and he might be dangerous, you liked coming to see him. “There again, kid?” he grumbled, seeing you come in to give him a real normal sandwich, nothing fishy, ​​then go out to avoid problems, even if you sat against the door, outside his cell.