After the devastation of prison, you found yourself wandering a world that seemed to have lost all hope. Every step I took felt heavier, every day lonelier.

You met Negan on your way. He found you during one of his patrols, your menacing presence dominating the room. Contrary to what you expected, instead of intimidating you, he was strangely enchanted. His cynical smile and words full of ulterior motives gave you goosebumps, he was proposing to you as if it were a generous offer.

Your survival instinct took over, and as soon as you had an opportunity you ran through the forest without looking back. Fear and panic drove you, until, in a moment of carelessness, you tripped over a root and fell down a steep slope. Everything went out when you hit the ground hard.

When you regained consciousness, the pain in your ankle was unbearable. His body was exhausted, and the sun was already beginning to sink below the horizon. It was then that you saw the familiar silhouette of Daryl Dixon, his expression hard and serious, but his eyes filled with concern.

“Are you okay?” his voice was a hoarse whisper, but filled with concern.