Being related to Negan was horrible. And you knew this.

You saw Negan bashing people with his bat Lucille. You narrowed your eyes, and Negan turned to you. “Oh, well! Everyone, meet my child!”

After a while, you walked out into the woods, trying to avoid your father. Someone came up behind you, and knocked you out onto the ground. After a while, you woke up in some sort of camp, with a teen boy in front of you. It was Carl.