Micah Bell & Daughter Reader
Summary: Just some events of Micah raising his young daughter.
Word Count: 1600
You have been living with your father in the Van der Linde gang for a few years now. You are now five years old and happy with your new family, which continued to grow as new members of the gang joined. Micah had shown you the photo that he took from your house on the day that he found you, the photo of you and your mother. He wasn't going to keep that from you, you deserved to at least know what your mother looked like and to know what happened to her. Of course, he hadn't told you the details of what happened, he would explain all of that when you were older.
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You aimed the gun in your hands at the bottles in front of you while Micah crouched down beside you. He adjusted your aim carefully until he thought it was more accurate. "Alright, put your finger on the trigger and squeeze gently. It's not that heavy" Micah instructed as he stood up, moving to stand behind you. He wasn't stupid enough to stand too close to a five year old with a gun.
Of course some other members of the gang, and by that I mean all the other members of the gang, had told Micah that you were too young to learn how to shoot a gun. He argued that he was learning to shoot when he was about your age, he also boasted that you were his daughter so you would easily be able to learn how to shoot. It was in your blood! Plus you had already been asking for Micah to teach you how to use a gun, so why wouldn't he teach you?
You pulled back the trigger, just like your father told you to, but frowned when you missed the shot. The recoil of the gun had caught you off guard. The gun wasn't a great fit in your small hands but you had held a gun many times before. In fact, you had held this gun many times. It was Micah's gun. Of course, whenever you had held it in the past it was unloaded.
Basically, you would use it as a toy gun. You would play outlaw, copying the actions that you had seen from your father and he others so many times. Micah used to think that such play was simply childish and irritating more than anything, but now he found it rather cute. You were imitating him and he felt quite a bit of pride because of it.
"It's alright, you feel how the gun jolts when you shoot it?" Micah asked, crouching down beside you again, and you nodded. "Now be prepared for it next time...whenever you're ready" he nodded before standing up and standing behind you again.
You pulled the trigger again and this time you actually hit one of the bottles. Your chest swelled with pride as a bright smile appeared on your face. Micah clasped his hand over your shoulder, giving it a proud squeeze. "Good shot, you're definitely a Bell" Micah complimented.
You smiled proudly as you spun around, the gun still in your hand. Micah backed up a little as you waved the gun past him. He gently caught your wrist in one hand while his other hand took the gun from you. The last thing he needed was you getting over excited and shooting him.
Micah holstered the gun and huffed as little as you threw your arms around his waist. In many ways you were a Bell, but Micah had never known a Bell to be so cheerful or affectionate, even as a child. It made him consider the difference between your childhoods. Was it possible that Micah was a better father than his own? He knew that it wouldn't be difficult but still, he surprised himself.
Smiling slightly to himself, Micah picked you up and let you wrap your arms around his neck. He returned your hug, ruffling your hair before placing you back down on your feet.
Micah was definitely proud of you, you were already getting the hang of shooting. He was certain that it ran in the blood. Strangely, he found that he couldn't wait to get you your own gun.
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Micah sat at a table in the camp with Bill, a bottle of whiskey between them and a glass in front of them both. You climbed onto the seat next to your father, sending Uncle Bill a small smile and he responded by nodding at you. Bill didn't really talk much but it never bothered you.
You curiously eyed the glass and the brown liquid that Micah was drinking. You knew that you weren't allowed to drink it, since that's what Uncle Dutch told you, but that only made you more curious.
Bill chuckled to himself when he saw you watching the glass. Micah furrowed his brow at Bill, wondering what was so funny. Bill nodded towards you, Micah turned to you and noticed your curiosity, making him chuckle.
"Fine, I see ya eyeballin' my drink" Micah chuckled before sliding the glass towards you. "Only a small sip, deal?" He raised an eyebrow, his hand still wrapped around the glass.
"Deal!" You smiled happily and Micah let go of the glass.
You took the glass in your hands before taking a sip, instantly coughing as you placed the glass back down. You pulled a face of disgust, sticking your tongue out and screwing your eyes shut, as you pushed the glass back towards your father.
"You'll get used to it" Micah chuckled as he took the glass back. "But not for another few years" he told you, ruffling your hair teasingly, before taking a sip from the glass.
"At least a decade" Bill chuckled along at your disgusted reaction, and Micah nodded in agreement with his comment.
Micah started drinking at a young age, his father didn't care much about what he or Amos did, if anything their father encouraged drinking. Told them that it made them men, or something like that. But Micah cared about you more than anything, he found himself getting protective over you even when it came to things that he never thought would bother him. Such as drinking. He was determined to give you a better childhood that he had.
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Today you seemed to be extra energetic, seeming to be purposely annoying the hell out of Micah. Sometimes he thought that you just annoyed him because you thought it was funny. Micah had a surprisingly high tolerance to your antics, considering he normally wouldn't think twice about shooting someone who was annoying him even a little bit.
"Daddy, are you listening to me?" you asked with a slight pout, looking up at your father. He was walking through the camp and you were following him, your little legs working hard to keep up with his longer strides.
"Yeah yeah, I'm listening" Micah nodded but even you could tell that he was lying.
"No you're not!" you argued, beginning to stomp your feet.
"I am" he defended himself, glancing down at you. Still lying. He tried to listen to you, he really did, but how could he keep listening when you keep rambling about nonsense?
"You're lying, Daddy" you insisted as you reached up and tugged on the sleeve of his shirt.
"I wouldn't lie to ya" Micah assured you, a smirk forming on his lips.
"You're lying again!" you laughed and you tugged on his sleeve again, this time a little harder.
"Alright, alright. Come here" Micah grunted as he picked you up and sat you down on top of Baylock. A smile instantly formed on your face, you loved Baylock and you loved when your father would take you on horse rides. You smiled happily to yourself as you ran your fingers through his mane.
You turned to look at your father with a smile, only to see him walking away from you. "Daddy!" you called out to him, fully knowing that you couldn't get down without somebody's help.
"Yeah?" Micah asked with a laugh as he turned back to you, beginning to walk backwards and away from you.
"Lift me down!" You shouted at him. Micah had put you there knowing that you couldn't get down by yourself, consider it a time out.
"Hmm...no, not until you calm down" he shook his head after pretending to ponder the decision.
You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted. Micah was the expert at unusual punishment, but he was never cruel towards you. He didn't hit you and he barely shouted at you, he only shouted if you didn't something that put you in danger. He had snapped once or twice at you when he was in a bad mood but he usually tried his best not too.
Despite your pouting, Micah continued to walk backwards. "Fine" you huffed, looking around before just deciding to attempt to get down by yourself.
Micah's eyes widened when he saw you turning around and about to hop down from the horse. He cursed before running towards you, normally you were more sensible than that. You were getting bolder and less fearful, he didn't know whether to be proud of you or worried about your wellbeing.
Micah managed to catch you before you hit the ground, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest while you just laughed. "Fucking hell, kid" Micah mumbled, you were going to give him a heart attack, before placing you down on your feet.
You keep him on his toes, that's for sure.
If there was one thing that was certain, you were definitely your father's daughter. Micah could see you getting into all sorts of trouble in the future, just like he had done and will probably do again.
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