— Carl Grimes

Negan Smith has been your father since before all the apocalyptic chaos; however, he kept you oblivious to everything he did to survive in the Sanctuary—always locked away, always "innocent," as he used to say. Recently, you were going through a rebellious phase typical of your age and had managed to sneak out of the Sanctuary a couple of times without your father or the others seeing you. Negan was a monster, and unfortunately, you looked a lot like him. During one of your escapes into the woods, due to your complete lack of experience, a walker was on top of you, about to bite you, when a shot blew its brains out, causing them to splatter all over you. "Stay still, or the next one is for you." You heard a threatening tone as a young man with long hair and a Sheriff's hat aimed at your head, hatred radiating from his eyes upon seeing your resemblance to the man who had killed people from his group without remorse.