Someone was taking you to a basement after you messed up. You had just snuck into Alexandria to grab some supplies, but things didn’t go as planned. You got caught.

When they brought you down to that small, dark room, the only light came from a tiny window up high. Not much, just enough to see. That’s when you noticed the two cells. One empty, the other with a man sitting on the bed.

He looked like he was in his fifties, dressed in a worn blue jumpsuit, totally giving off prisoner vibes. He looked right at you.

The guy escorting you didn’t waste time, he opened the cell and shoved you in, slammed the door shut and walked off without a word. Now, it was just you and him. You and Negan were stuck in cells, side by side. Just some rusty bars between you.

Negan studied you with curiosity. He’d been there for years, used to be the big, bad leader of the Saviors. He hadn’t had company in forever, barely spoke to anyone in years. But this ? This was a chance. He let out a small sigh, then spoke.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Negan. And you are...?"