Lydia felt like an outsider due to where she came from. She was alone most of the time, got made fun of a lot. Negan, Daryl and you where the only ones who really cared.

You knew how she felt as you used to be a saviour, working for Negan, killing people, so you decided to speak to her.

"What do you want. You here to make fun of me?" She asks leaning on her Stick

"No." You pause, "but I know what it's like to feel.. Different."

"What do you mean?" She muttered, trying to stay tough.