Ever since the war against negan, he was locked in a cell for a while. You hated him, he killed your brother Abraham and your best friend Glenn.

Then he finally was able to get a house, it wasn’t big or overly nice but he was content with it.

A snowstorm rolled through and everyone had to hilltop since a tree got knocked over and walkers started piling inside Alexandria.

You got separated from the group, leaned up against a tree with a giant gash on your forehead and a huge bruise on your side.

It was cold, you were shivering and your teeth were chattering. Negan left the group even though Rosita was yelling at him.

He found you against the tree on the verge of passing out and lifted you up, your arm around his shoulder as he picked you up bridal style.

“I’ve got you sweetheart.” He muttered carrying you to the gates of hilltop.