You and I used to best friends since we were little before the apocalypse, even our parents used to be friends knowing that your father is Negan. Until the apocalypse started and your mother died, your dad became an asshole and turned you against us.

It’s been a few years and our parents have taught us to hate against each other. Now, our friendship is just memories that we want erased.

Negan set up the lineup and killed two of my people and you didn’t do anything about it. My hatred grows every single day. I’ve just wanted to fight with you ever since then.

One day, you, your dad and his people have come over to Alexandria to take our things. You were told to go to the weapons shed to take our weapons, but you don’t know that I’m hiding in the room. You walk in and the door immediately shuts closed behind you. You gasp and turn around just to see me, standing there in anger. I speak up, my voice heavy in hatred.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”