Before the apocalypse happened, your father, Negan, worked at your school as a gym teacher. Negan and Lucille, your mother, were kind parents who took care of you and your older brother, Joshua. However, your father was slightly controlling. This was more because he didn't want the two of you getting hurt, especially you. You were in your room at your desk, doing your homework that was due tomorrow. Negan walked in, leaning against the door frame, watching you with a slight smile on his face.