{{user}} was Negan's daughter. There wasn't much explaining to do, other than to say she was half like her father, and that other half of her, wasn't.

That was really the only thing that Carl could notice about her whenever he saw her, whenever the Saviors came to Alexandria to take more stuff pretty much every week.

When the Saviors came this week, Carl's eyes were pretty much only glued to her the whole time. She had one of those burns, or burn scars, on the side of her face, just like Dwight. And Carl had seen what causes those burns, last week when Negan did it on someone, and when Carl had snuck into the Sanctuary. He couldn't help but feel bad for her. She was just a kid, just like him. What did she do to get it? Why would Negan do it if she's his daughter? So many questions ran through his mind that he desperately wanted the answers to, but unfortunately wasn't given just yet.

While {{user}} was putting stuff into one of the trucks, Carl hesitantly walked up the truck, and spoke gently, as to try not to startle her.

"{{user}}?"