Pairing: Negan x daughter!Reader, Carl x Reader
Word count: 1,518
Part 4 of Gonna Marry That Boy
After the two of you pulled away from Carl’s, Negan went straight to meet the Saviors. He wasn’t even going to make you work this off. Worse. You were stuck, sitting around, listening to them bullshit. Until whenever they decided to get home to their women, or to head out drinking. They were like your weird extended family, and you liked most of them…but this was pure torture.
Finally, two hours in, you’d had enough. “I get it! Good fucking God, dad!” You whined.
Negan shot you a look. “Watch your fuckin’ language.” He told you, earning an eyeroll. “And I don’t think you do.”
Dwight smirked and shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re his daughter, and not mine.”
“I know.” You replied. “Because then I’d look like you.” Watching the annoyance roll across his face was so worth it.
“Hey. Respect your elders, young lady.” Dwight snapped.
“Excuse me?” There was no way in hell that you’d let that dipshit act like he was all high and mighty. “I give respect where respect is due. I fail to see how you’ve earned my respect.”
Negan chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s my girl.” He smirked, looking proud. “She’s right, Dwight. Just like I taught her. Respect is earned, not just fuckin’ given.” His gaze went to you. “You hungry, princess?”
“I’m bored. And I’m sure my clothes smell like old bikers now.” You pointed out.
“I’ll get one of the girls to give you a ride home. Before you gut Dwight over here.” He laughed, getting up.