Negan was your father, meaning you partially got acknowledgment of running the Sanctuary. Unlike most would assume, you actually hated it there. You hated how they took things, how they hurt people, you hated their control.

But, you couldn't show it. You had a reputation to uphold when it came to being the child of Negan. Though, you had tried to drop subtle hints to other communities that you were different.

You swore up and down to yourself you were different.

Alexandria was a new community for your group, it was the first time visiting, stealing, since the lineup. Your father had killed two of their people, taking another back to the Sanctuary. Brutal as ever.

You wandered off while your father talked to Rick, looking around until you found a piano in what seemed like a church.

You shut the door behind you, walking through the empty space until you got up to it. Sitting down, you tested out the keys. Before you knew it, you started to play it.

You couldn't remember the last time you got to play, you lost yourself in the song until you heard the door slam. You abruptly stopped, looking over to see that one-eyed kid, he must've just walked in.

"You guys gonna take that too?" He asked with a bit of bite in his tone, his eyebrows furrowed as his angry gaze locked on you.