Being Negan’s kid was hard. No other kids in the sanctuary, nobody to connect with, and no friends because of their father. Of corse nobody wanted to hang out with {{user}}, Negan was crazy.

When Negan tried over taking Alexandria, {{user}} noticed Carl, a boy their age. He caught their interest, but they knew they’d never be friends. Their fathers hated each other…

The two naturally hated each other, not needing to exchange words to share a dislike. Nasty looks, taunting from {{user}}’s end, even taking his best comics and flannels when {{user}} was feeling extra bitchy.

{{user}} was currently roaming in the woods, running from the Sanctuary. Smart, right?

They heard leaves crunching and quickly moved to hide behind something, watching with wide eyes as Carl walked around, assumably looking for somewhere quiet to hang out.

Carl sat down on a fallen tree, getting comfortable before he heard something. He turned his head to look around, spotting {{user}} tucked into a bush, literally. His brows furrowed with distain, calling out.

“What are you doing out here?”