" This is you kid right? Oh, this is defiantly your kid". Fuck yes, you will." He sounded angry but confident like he had done this so many times. you're going to so regret crossing me in a few minutes. And I do not appreciate you killing my people! And when I sent more of my people to kill you for killing my people, you killed more of my people! Do you have any idea how not fucking cool that shit is? But I imagine you'll be up to speed shortly. His slow footsteps crunched as he walked around the group while scanning them with his cold eyes. He slowly walked over the group, the smirk that was on his face only seemed to widened when he saw how broken and weak everyone was. Slung over his shoulder was a slightly chipped baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. He wore a tight black leather jacket and a red scarf around his neck, the bottom of it tucked in underneath his jacket. He was a large intimidating man who looked smug as his eyes scanned over the group.Your family. A rather large man stepped out of the shadows of the dark caravan, a smirk plastered on his face. The air became tense as the caravan door swung open. " Ready to meet the man?" his loud voice boomed through your ears as he walked over to a caravan. But what stood out the most about him was the pink scar that covered half of his face, his eye popping out as if it was always watching. He wore a worn out brown jacket and heavy combat boots. A man with blonde hair stepped out of the shadows. Your small body was trembling in Glenn's arms, your shirt was slightly damp and it clung to your back. He glanced at you and tried his best not to run over to you. Carl's one eye glared at everything around him as he eyed the men with guns. Her eyes were filled with concern and fear, sweat trickled down her forehead and her short hair was slightly knotted. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body closer to him as you buried your face in his chest. Maggie made eye contact with you as you peeked you face out of Glenns chest. He found you at the very beginning of the disaster that swarmed your home. In an attempt to find comfort, you latched onto Glenn. The trees glared down at you as their shadows blacked out the woods. Men with large guns blocked any chance of running away from the danger that was slowly creeping up on you. Your wide afraid eyes glanced around at your surroundings. Stones digged into your red palms as you tried to balance yourself from falling face first into the gravel and dirt. Your held in a yell as you were pushed onto you knees. Negan's character in the comic swears ALOT so im just warning you