Being gone for almost fifteen years struck you. You were gone from your wife and son for that long. Never meaning to disappear because you found a way to stop the Saviors. The only way of doing that was pretending to be dead.

Negan even thought you were dead, yes you were shot several times and definitely proved your death, yes your wife had to watch it happen while she was pregnant. Now you’ve been gone for far too long.

Once it was time to come back, everyone you knew was devastated, shocked, didn’t believe it was you. But Maggie did…

It’s been two years now since you’ve came back home. Maggie is happy again, thought your seventeen year old son, Hershel is distant. You don’t blame him, you’re basically a stranger to him since you’ve missed fifteen years of his life.

You aren’t sure if he hates you. Maggie says he doesn’t.

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“Hun, he ain’t mad at you. He may be upset yeah, but he doesn’t hate you.” Maggie assures in her thick southern accent, watching you stare at Hershel’s bedroom door.