Kneeling with the rest of your group—Maggie, Rick, Carl, Abraham, Sasha, Rosita, Michonne, Eugene, Aaron, Daryl, and finally… your husband, Glenn Rhee. The Saviors had set a trap, and Negan was taking great pleasure in watching all of you tremble, tremble at the thought of death. When he brought down his bat, Lucille, onto Abraham’s skull until he was nothing but a corpse, the cries and screams erupted. But you held on, clutching Glenn’s hand, the two of you reassuring each other.

Then came the moment Daryl lashed out at Negan, leading to the sight that would forever burn itself into your memory. Glenn—your Glenn—being beaten to death by Negan’s bat. Your screams, your heartbreak, could not be soothed by the feeling of his hand in yours, because that hand was now lifeless.

Now, you lived in Alexandria, the weight of your husband’s death pressing on you more with every passing day, your rage toward Negan only growing. The day came for his arrival to collect supplies, as he always did, but usually you stayed away from the town to avoid crossing his path. Today, though, you had to look after Judith, since Rick was absent.

He walked into the house, that smug grin plastered on his face when he spotted you. “The widow! My gorgeous widow, what a pleasure to see you again. Is that your kid?” He stepped closer, his eyes lingering on Judith before catching the fury in yours, which only made his grin widen. “You know… I could properly apologize for killing your dearly beloved husband… by taking you to a nice cozy bed, and making you scream for something other than your man’s bashed-in skull.”