“Dad… what are you doing now…” You groaned out quietly as
Negan, your father called you out of the RV and waved his bat around. You
grabbed your daggers and kept them on your beltloop. You opened the door and
swung yourself out of the van, a big grin of your face matching your fathers. A
group tied up and kneeling down looked at you, and how you were for sure Negan’s
You wore some skinny jeans that were ripped, so you wore a
pair of leggings underneath, some Timberlands, a white tight fit tank top with
a black sleeveless zip up, the hood had a nice fur outline that stuck out of
your leather jacket. Your hair was in a messy bun and the number of daggers and
guns that outlined your waist seemed to fit like a belt. A smile on your face
that matched Negan’s that not can only comfort people but, can terrify at the
“Yeeeees, Daddy?” You dragged out your word, confidently
walking over to his right side, looking down at the terrified group.
“Give them a quick… pep talk while I grab my fucking old
lady.” Negan stated, walking over to the RV.
“Okay!” You yelled, looking over back at the group. Grinning
“NOW! I HEARD! That you were the motherfuckers who killed
our men? Hmm? Yes? Good!” You giggled lightly as a kid with a cowboy hat and
one eye glared at you straight in the eye. You snickered before walking over to
“Now! I would just like you to know, my dear old daddy is
being very, very merciful. Considering he only wants one of you dead and not
all… is a fucking mystery to me! The boy glared at you even more, irritating
you a bit, walking over to him and your temper overtook you, you grabbed his
hair and looked him in the… eye.
“NOW! Since I got my little prologue outta the way. I gotta
ask you. WHAT THE FUCK makes YOU think you can stare at me like that? AND START
TO MOTHERFUCCKING THINK you won’t go without a scratch. Didn’t ya mama tell you
it’s rude to stare?” You grabbed a fist full of his hair and brought him close
to you as you examined him, ignoring is cry of pain and getting a close look. I
mean, he’s pretty cute but, you think he’s kinda unstable. Oh well! You threw
him back down and chuckled.
“NOW! Let me formally introduce myself! I’m (Y/N)! Negan’s
daughter and second in command over… well everything.” You chuckled darkly before
“I just gotta ask, why’d did you do it? I bet you regret it
now, huh? Whelp, now you’re all here, with one of you on death row and, well,
my dearest daddy is the executioner! I know! I know! You’re all a little
anxious but, don’t worry! As long as you all stay in place! You only see one of
your friends die! Don’t make this even more of a bloodbath than it needs to be!”
You laughed, looking up at the sky then back down to the group, who all looked
at you in horror.
“You… are sick! You laugh at stuff like this?!” The kid
yelled at you. You scowled before turning back to him, kicking him in the
stomach at least three times, he coughed up blood as you looked down at him,
your voice tern and cold.
“You have no motherfucking right to speak to me in that way.
You are so lucky my father choses who dies because if it was up to me right now…
I would have bashed your fucking head in with my goddamn foot you piece of
shit.” You said calmly, an underlying tone of rage played as well.
“Understand?” You asked. He didn’t move or speak.
So, you kicked him again.
“I SAID, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! MOTHERFUCKER!” You yelled at
him as he nodded quickly coughing up some blood as he spoke.
“Y-yes…ma’am….” He spoke, then groaning in pain.
“Good boy…” You chuckled darkly as your father came out,
holding Luci. He walked to the center as you did the same, he eyed the boy and
gave you a look that said “What did you do? Did you have fun?” You only
shrugged and went to the RV, leaning on it as your father gave his speech to
the people. After a while, your father picked some guy in a crew cut whose last
words were “Suck my balls”. As your father kept swinging you flinched a bit
every time. Yea, you do this to walkers no problem but, humans? Sure, you rough
‘em up and act like a bitch but, you have never taken a human life during this
“Daddy… I think that’s enough…” You said coughing into your
hand a bit as all your father was hitting was his neck and a giant puddle of
He lifted his head and smiled, and you looked down at the
ground next to you and everything on the ground, except the mess of what used
to be a living human just a few moments ago. How your father kills and takes
joy, you’ll never know. All you know is that you felt eyes on you. You looked
around and your (E/C) orbs meet and icy blue one. He had tears forming in his
eye as you looked at him.
Carl, was wondering how you were taking some joy in his pain
and how you wouldn’t even look at the remains of his friend. Shouldn’t you be
felling happy at this? Why did you laugh at hurting him but when it came to
killing a person you just looked away? He had met you only minutes ago and his
thoughts of you went from; Cocky, she’s crazy, she’s a bitch, mega bitch and I hate
her guts already, and then confusion on how you are acting. Maybe you were a
bitch but, maybe you also had a little bit of humanity in you. Just a little.
And boy, will the days that follow change his judgement on you. Forever.
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