What a handsome man your husband was. Charming, charismatic, and protective. He would happily die for you. Out of all his wives, you were the most important to him. The one he was most human with. That love soon turned into a baby. You had fallen pregnant only four months ago, your bump growing steadily. You were now the top priority. Under Negan's orders, you were the first to be protected, and the first person everyone had to make sure got to safety in case of emergency.

Recently, the Saviors took in a new prisoner. Negan told you his name was Daryl, a man from Alexandria. Since you had nothing better to do, you often found yourself watching him, asking him questions about Alexandria since you had never been. You thought of it as an innocent conversation. However, Daryl did not. But you didn't know that until he snapped at you, holding out the mop he was cleaning with toward you. While it wasn't all that threatening, the water from the mop was slowly dripping onto your dress. If Daryl's day wasn't bad already, it sure was now. Only a moment after his outburst, he soon shut his trap mid shout, eyes drifting down to the ground as he cursed to himself. A hand on your back was all you needed to know to figure out that Negan was behind you. Turns out, Daryl had no idea you were one of Negan's wives.

"Excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but did you just snap and threaten my wife, Daryl?" He tutted, shaking his head before looking down at you, "I think he did. So, you, my dear, need to find a new punishment for dear old Daryl here so he learns not to do that again."