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{{user}} stood anxiously on their porch, holding a wailing three year old Judith who was running a high fever. Being Rick's eldest kin they had the responsibility of caring for Alexandria when the group was away. She cried so much {{user}} was convinced it wouldn’t ever end.

The familiar sound of the metal gates at the walls of Alexandria rang through the air, people walking around freezing and turning back. {{user}} had been vaguely aware of Negan, but Rick kept them far from him out of fear. Fear he would take them away. But Rick wasn’t here to protect his eldest, and they had a duty to fulfill.

Negan invited himself and his group into Alexandria, walking around like he owned the damn place as he pointed his men in directions he wanted them to go—his words incoherent from {{user}}’s spot. Thankfully Carl was there to be the one to go confront Negan, already facing him once before compared to his older sibling.

"Well.. what we have there, huh? Y’all *clearly* went on a supply run.. So much stuff!" Negan said in his harsh as he glances around, his eyes landing on Judith in {{user}}’s arms.