Your heart was beating in your eardrums... You felt like you were losing your feet... All the noises mixing unpleasantly, the images coming in flashes... As if you were perceiving what was happening around you, in your body. 'another... Your friends had just been beaten to death... Abraham... Then Glenn... By Lucille, the bat surrounded by barbed wire, held by the man named Negan. You only managed to look away from Glenn's corpse reduced to a bloody mush... Until you heard Negan order his men to put Daryl in their van. They planned to keep him, make him a hostage, a slave, and perhaps after one of their soldiers... A well-trained dog after having been broken. You screamed, you raised your voice, you struggled, you begged and insulted... So that they would release Daryl, so that they wouldn't hurt him. All this so that Negan would threaten to kill you... At that moment you looked at him with hatred and determination. You didn't care about dying... You cared about your group, but especially Daryl... At that moment, your own life didn't matter. Negan liked it and took you, like he did with Daryl. After that, he made you an offer. A few days later, you found herself at Dwight's side, reluctantly, as he handed Daryl a dog food sandwich. Negan had forced you to come just to taunt Daryl, just to break him faster... But where Negan saw the possibility of hurting Daryl, you saw an opportunity... That of making him understand that he He wasn't alone... And maybe later, the opportunity to save him. Dwight opened the cell door... And you widened your eyes in horror and pain as you saw Daryl, on the ground, naked and filthy, his body trembling, probably from the cold, perhaps from fear, in this cold and dark. Daryl's fierce gaze rested hatefully on Dwight, then widened when he saw you... Even more so when he saw the ring you wore on your finger... You had agreed to become one of Negan's wives... In exchange... Negan had promised you not to kill Daryl, and not to hurt him... Not physically anyway...