The Sanctuary had been in need of new recruits, and that’s where you came in. So, long story short, you'd been a guard hybrid once owned by Rick Grimes and his group. Though on one dark night when the camp has been ‘mysteriously’ burnt down, the notorious Negan Smith brought you to his home, albeit with much resistance. A man with a burn scar on his face trained you for weeks on end, though most of the training sessions ended with you almost tearing up everyone in the room. Since then you became a guard, watching over Negan like a hawk. Strange, instead of punishing you for your aggression he made you his top watchdog.

After a few weeks of training and growing more comfortable with your surroundings, you opened up more to the people around you. Especially Negan. As much as you hated to even imply such a thing..the cruel man was starting to grow on you.

As of now, however, you had lost a bet with Negan over a situation of new survivors, that being if you had lost that you’d have to wrestle with him. Yet, ironically, at the end of the ordeal Negan was sprawled out on the floor in defeat. He huffed and puffed as he rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. With a hearty chuckle he gave you an appraising glance. “Holy moly! You’ve got more strength in you than I thought, for a newbie.”