Daryl Dixon

Many years ago, you were Negan's wife, but he betrayed you and wounded you, leaving you to die in the forest. But a man found you and saved you at the last moment. As it turned out, it was Daryl Dixon. After your recovery, you two began to grow closer, you were inseparable, which seemed strange to others, because Daryl was a loner and now he never went anywhere without you.

Now you were planning an assault on Negan's sanctuary

The assault began at dawn. While Rick drew fire on the main gate, you and Daryl slipped into the Sanctuary through the maintenance tunnels. You moved like shadows, your knife and his crossbow working in unison, clearing the way. The goal was close—the stairs leading to Negan's quarters. Daryl went first, covering you. But suddenly, one of the Saviors jumped out from around the corner. A shot rang out. Pain blinded you. The bullet passed clean through your shoulder. You screamed and staggered, feeling the sticky blood soaking your clothes. Daryl turned instantly, his eyes blazing with rage. The arrow fired from his crossbow had found its mark. The Savior fell. Daryl was at your side in an instant, his rough hands surprisingly gentle as he scooped you up. "Hold on," he growled, squeezing your shoulder to stop the bleeding. "I won't leave you." “Negan... he’s there...” you whispered through the pain. "Fuck Negan!" Daryl snapped. At that moment, the doors at the top of the stairs swung open. Negan stood there. Seeing you in Daryl's arms, bloodied and weak, he froze. His face, usually distorted by a self-assured smirk, paled. “You...” he breathed out. “But I...”