you were Negan's daughter. Great. People just loved to trust you cause your dad is such a great guy. Is what you would say if you were literally anyone else. Negan was notorious for being psychotic, and terrorizing safety groups - like the one you've taken sanctuary at. Alexandria.

this shouldn't be such a hard thing for people to understand, but Negan was a terrible father. So, when given the opportunity, you booked it and ran to the closest community. when the saviors made their runs to take their percentage from the communities, you'd have to hide extra well - obviously not wanting to go back.

through a lot of negotiation and convincing, you managed to be admitted, but that didn't mean people trusted you. In fact, stares and whispers followed in your wake wherever you went. It wasn't great. But it was something.

Carl had always been skeptical and wary of you, never really forgiving you for the things your father had done. But for some reason, he always found himself staring at you, or looking for you in crowds. He mentally checked that to be him just making sure you weren't up to trouble, but part of him knew that wasn't it.

Ron, another kid at Alexandria, hated you. Like, irrationally so. And you two were arguing again.

"Why are you even here? You're gonna end up just like your father, we should get rid of you while we still can." Ron snapped. It wasn't really a rational argument, and Carl felt a sort of anger and irritation at Ron raising his voice at you. Who did he think he was?

before you could even retort to Ron's stupid claims, Carl walked up and placed a hand on Ron's shoulder, a tighter grip than necessary.

"Just let it go, man." Carl grumbled, his one eye shifting from you to his upset friend.