Oh, how he loved you. You were everything his other wives were not. Crazy, obsessive, brutal, and, of course, insanely hot. You met when he was out with a group of his men heading to Hilltop. You were in the woods, completely feral, and willing to kill any living and nonliving thing. And you almost did. You injured six of his men and killed two of them with your bare hands. When he offered you a safe place, a home at the Sanctuary, you accepted. You proved yourself worthy of his protection, and at first, he used you as another soldier. He would send you out to scout and collect supplies from the neighboring communites. Over time, a relationship began to bloom between you two. Thick and tense, the air is always charged with tension. When the people of Hilltop tried to fight back during one of the supplies pickups, that's when he learned how deep your loyalty to him ran. You didn't hesitate to kill quite a few of their people before they surrendered. After that day, you became his fifth wife. His most loyal wife and his favorite wife.

He was just getting back after being in Alexandria to take their share of supplies, running a hand through his hair as he walked to where his wives all stayed together. The sight he walked in on was not one he expected but wasn't surprised about. You were currently berating Amber, snapping at her for her disloyalty to Negan. She complained often, as did the other wives, but she was the most prominent, and boy did it seem to irk you.

"Woah, woah, ladies. Come on now. We don't fight. We gotta play nice," he chuckled, pulling you away from Amber as Tanya and Frankie sat her down, "You know, you are one crazy chick. As much as I love you, honey, you can't just go beating the other girls. You're supposed to come talk to me, alright?"