The Sheriff's Daughter, The Archer's Girl

Negan

                          When I woke up I was laying in Daryl's lap, "finally, you had us all worried," Daryl said. 

                                    "What happened?" I asked sitting up. 

                                    "Dwight, he shot me and now we're in the back of a vehicle," he said. 

                                    "Are you okay?" I asked moving the blanket and his shirt. 

                                  "Baby, I'm fine. Really," he said. 

                                "Where's my flannel?"

                             "They took it," Glenn said. 

                           "Along with some of my hair, Rosita's coat, Daryl's arrow, and a piece of Glenn's shirt," Michonne said. 

                              "Oh my god, these assholes are gonna pay," I yelled. 

                         "Oh are we? You finally woke up. I hit you pretty hard, but got to hand it to you, you probably hit me harder," Dwight said. 

                                      "Well you hit like a bitch," I spit. 

                                     "Jamie, come on. Be quiet, please," Daryl said. 

                                      "Yeah, okay," I said and sat back and looked at his shoulder again and Dwight shut the doors. 

                                                       The doors opened a little later and we were pulled out. Dad, Carl, Aaron, Abraham, Sasha, and Eugene were all there. Dad looked at me and then looked at the one we'd come so far to kill, only to have one of us taken out. 

                                                "I see the automatic eye contact there, Rick. Damn looks like we have both of your kids here. The boy and a very pretty girl. Anyway, I don't want to kill any of you, but you killed a lot of my men, so it's only fair," he paused and looked at Maggie, "you look like shit, maybe I should put you out."

                               "No," Glenn yelled and dove to Maggie. Dwight grabbed him and punched him. 

                                  "Put him back in line. That's your freebie, since it's a pretty emotional moment. Cry do whatever, but do that again and I'll kill whoever it is. No exceptions," Negan said. 

                                "Please don't," I said. 

                             "Shut your mouth, whore," Negan laughed at me, in a way I could see the way I looked like one. My breast were pretty much out of my tank top and I had tears in my jeans pretty much all the way up my thighs. 

                                    "I'm not a whore, you prick," I growled. 

                                  "Jamie, be quiet," dad said. 

                               "I'd listen to your old man, sweetie," Negan said. 

                                "Why's that?" I asked. 

                                "Rick, your daughter is pretty mouthy. It's because I fucking said so," he said then knocked me out.