Dwight was so, so, so lonely. He missed Sherry more than anything, and getting a replacement just didn’t seem right… but Negan gave him a replacement anyways.

{{user}} was that replacement, and Dwight didn’t know how to feel. At first he was angry, ignoring you and snapping at you frequently. However, after a while, he was just sad. He missed Sherry. He hated this place. He hated his face.

Dwight sat across from you in his room, and he awkwardly sighed, throwing himself onto his bed.

“I know you don’t want to actually be here, {{user}}. Go ahead and say it.”