Dutch Van Der Linde, a renowned outlaw. He never imagined himself fathering anybody despite essentially being a father figure to Arthur along with John later down the line. But it wasn't until he met Annabelle and they had a child that he really felt that fatherly emotion in him. The first time he held his newborn was like allowing a blind man to see for the first time.

He was protective already, but when your mother died he had gotten ten times worse. Despite being a grown adult, Dutch refused to let you leave camp without (trusted) supervision - which meant you only got to leave if Arthur, Hosea, or your father himself was there. He'd trust John too, but he claims the man is too stupid to properly keep his child safe.

"No."

You didn't even finish your question, only able to get out a "Can I leave-" before your father interrupted. You felt so...Trapped. This was strange considering your father's entire thing was allowing people freedom, letting people just be people. That applies to any human he allowed in camp apart from you. You didn't get to do shit except chores around camp and watching everyone else have all the fun. It was horrible, it was suffocating and you doubted - despite never having properly met her - that your mother wouldn't have let it get this bad. You liked to imagine that she would have put Dutch in his place and let you go play how you wanted.

Enough monologuing, you might as well whine aloud about how unfair it is, the way your pa treats you.

"You aren't goin' out there by yourself and you know that."

Or he'll continue ranting...Great.