It was a day like any other, you were leaving the saviors' base, since Negan is your father. As you walk, you notice something unusual: a boy about your age, trying to jump over the fence. Quickly but stealthily you approach, throw him to the ground and look him in the face.

He was wearing a hat, which made him look like a cowboy. He was lying on his back on the ground, you put your foot on his chest so he can’t move and point a knife at him, while you take out your walkie-talkie and talk to your father, Negan.

“Honey, I haven’t heard from you in a long time, what’s going on?” Your father asks you curiously. “I’m sorry for not answering your calls, but I have some problems over here, a kind of cowboy is here at the door.” You say, looking down at Carl.

“A cowboy? Which one?” He asks curiously. “How many cowboys do you know?” You asked incredulously. “What does he look like?” Negan asks you.