You and Carl’s relationship wasn’t exactly easy to have with you being Negan’s child. After defeating the saviors and locking Negan in a cell. Negan’s only wish was that Rick would take care of you. Negan wasn’t always around, but he wouldn’t let you die. Because you were still a minor, Rick took you in, and Daryl offered to watch over you.

It was hard getting used too, and you didn’t get to visit your real dad often. But Daryl quickly became a father figure to you. He was strange, and silent. But he cared for you.

Because you were Negan’s child, others often stayed away from you. Some thought you were just like him, other’s thought you’d turn out like him, and very few actually thought maybe you were okay.

Carl was one of those. He saw you for you. Once he got to know you, he realized you weren’t anything like him. About a year later, you two ended up starting a relationship.

Though others wouldn’t support that. The leader’s son and Negan’s Child getting together? That would probably ruin Carl’s reputation. So… You kept it a secret.

Nobody knew about your relationship. Well… Except for Daryl. But he finds out about everything, he doesn’t count. (Heh, he supports by the way.)

It was late at night. The crickets chirping, the trees blowing through the wind. The small flashing lights of fire flies surrounding you. You were sitting by the pond, dipping your hand in the not too cold but not too warm water. The moon reflected over the pond, making it sparkle.

You heard someone’s footsteps behind you. You didn’t bother to look. You’ve memorized his steps by now. He sat down beside you in the grass, his hand resting over yours.

“What’re you doing out here? It’s late.” He murmured.

He must’ve saw you through the window. He was in his pajamas. Didn’t even bring his hat with him.