Negan's Daughter

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Alex

The sound of people walking around, and slamming stuff woke me up from my horrible slumber. All I had to sleep on was a small mattress, and a thin blanket. Dad had the saviors running errands for him, so he didn't have to do anything while he swung his bat around.

"Alex, it's time to wake up." Dad said, walking into my small room. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and held my stiff shoulder. "We are probably going to go to the hilltop and trade some more. We're running low on a few things, and we can't have that." Dad said, making me roll my eyes.

"I'm good, I would rather explore again. I don't like it when you kill people." I grumbled, standing up closer to him. He nodded his head, and looked down at his bat that he named after mom, Lucille. I cringed, knowing that skin and flesh would be all over it when he got back.

"Suite yourself." He muttered, turning to leave my room. "Hey, how come you never want to go on small runs with me anymore?" He asked, putting Lucille beside him. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't really like it when anyone died.

"Don't do anything bad, dad. For me?" I asked, hoping he would take consideration that I don't like it. He nodded his head, and walked out of my room, whistling some type of tune. I rolled my eyes and got ready for what today would bring me.

I walked outside into the heat, shielding my eyes from the harsh sunlight. "Good morning!" Blake smiled, waving from across the yard. I nodded my head, and waved back. Blake is one of the youngest of my dads men. We found him on the outskirts of Atlanta, struggling against a few walkers. We had been talking for a few weeks, but nothing really important.

I stood near the edge of the camp, and stared out into the woods. What would happen if I just ran away? Who would even care, because I know my dad sure as hell wouldn't.

Further in the woods, I listened as the groans of the walkers got closer, their decomposing skin giving off a horrid smell. I covered my face, and watched as they went down one by one

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I grabbed onto the tree, gaining balance, and to catch my breath. I thought I seen a few figures following me, so I ran and didn't stop. I seen a few walkers coming near me, so I quickly and quietly put them down.

"Dad, I don't see why you are getting on to me! We can take care of ourselves!" A deep voice argued. I quickly hid behind a tree, hoping they wouldn't notice I was there.

"Carl, I don't want to hear another word. You said you wouldn't sneak over the walls, and you did. It's not safe out here with your eye!" The man said. The footsteps stopped, only their breathing was barely audible. "I didn't mean it like that."

"No dad, I get it. You don't want me out and about because your son is now a fucking cyclops?! I'm not how I used to be? Because God forbid I get my eye shot out, and get treated like shit!" Carl's voice cracked, signaling that he was about to break. There was a small moment of silence, then the sound of boots crunching on the dry leaves.

"Carl!" A woman yelled. I watched as the kid Carl walk passed me. His fists clenched, as if he was about to punch a tree. I held my breath as he walked past, and hoped he wouldn't turn around.

"I can survive on my own. I don't need a babysitter." He spat, and ran off.

"What are we going to do Rick? He can't be out there by himself with the Saviors on our tail!" I tried to listen more closely at the sound of my group. As soon as the lady was about to talk again, a hand was wrapped around my mouth, and I was pulled backwards.

"Who are you?" The kid asked, his knife pressed against my neck. I held my hands up, surrendering to him. I slowly turned around, and looked at him. He was beautiful.

"I'm Alex Mason. I don't know where I am." I lied, hoping he would fall for it.

"Hey dad!" He called out. A man with slicked back hair, and a small beard walked up to us, with a whole group at his feet.

"Who are you?" The man bellowed. He had a more intimidating voice than my dad did.

"I'm Alex Mason. I lost my way in the woods. I came from Atlanta. I'm alone." I whispered, trying to make myself cry and let it seem more believable. All I had to do was think of mom.

"Have you seen anybody on the roads at all? Or a large group?" He questioned, his hand on his holster. I shook my head. He looked at an Asian man, holding on to some supplies.

"How many walkers have you killed?" He asked. I tried to think of all of the walkers that I killed back home.

"Over 4 dozen walkers." I said. He glanced over at Carl, who was doing the same to me.

"How many people have you killed?" Carl asked. I looked hum in the eye, and thought of the person I killed.

"One." I replied, not letting the tear fall.

"Why?" He asked. I looked down.

"Because she died giving birth, and I didn't want her to turn. I had to be the one." I choked out. Carl stared me down, a look of sadness in his eye.

"We're not done interrogating you, we will keep a very close eye on you. I'm Rick, that's Carl, Michonne, Glenn, and Daryl." Rick said, pointing to everyone.

"I will do my best to make you, and your group happy." I smiled. Rick glared at me, and started the way back to their camp. I think I just found a new home.

Howdy my fellow readers. This is a start of a Negans Daughter fanfiction. I honestly wanted to make one ever since I heard of Negan and BAM! Here we are. Anyways vote, and leave a comment about it, and ill see you next chapter!!

QOTD: Who is your favorite character?
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