I Will Fight for You

Chapter 1

Milo Everrett was Negan's daughter, and Rick Grimes's niece. She doesn't really know her uncle that well. Her Dad and her uncle didn't get along very well, and this caused her Mum to shut out her only sibling out. And now that the world has turned to shit, they didn't know if Rick was even alive.

Milo's Mum had died from a car acciedent when Milo was 10 years old. Her uncle had come to the funeral and briefly talked to Milo, but didn't stick around for very long. They didn't see each other again until Milo's high school graduation, and again he once again only spoke to her very briefly.

Now, Negan and his group are after another group, and Milo and him were about to meet the leader.

"Dad, you're not going to be too harsh with thisgroup, are you? I mean, we're all trying to survive in this shitty ass world. If one can't get along, why can't we just leave each other alone?" Milo asked.

"Oh honey, you're so sweet and inoccent, just like your Momma was," Negan said with a chuckle and he gave Milo a side hug. "It's survival of the fittest. It's kill or be killed. Take, or be taken from."

"But—"

"I know, it's harsh, but it's the way of the world now. I'll be damned if something or someone should hurt you, the only remider of your mother have," Negan said.

"I understand, but I don't want you to hurt people just on the off chance that they might hurt me," Milo tried reasoning with her Dad. Ever since the world had turned to shit, her Dad had drastically changed and Milo didn't like it.

"Milo, with how beautiful , angelica, and innocent you are, you get hurt isn't a might, it's a matter of when," Negan said. "And I'm not willing to let that become a reality. End of discussion."

All Milo could do was let out a frusturated sigh, crossed her arms, and just stare out of the window of the moving RV.

"I'm sorry, babygirl, that it has to be this way. I really wish it didn't, honestly." Negan grabbed Milo's hand and gave it a squeeze, while giving her a look of sadness. This is not how his babygirl should be living her young adult years. She'd just graduated high school when the world had ended, and now she's 24. She barely got to liv her life — going to college, parties, all the fun stuff that kids her age usually do. Hell, she never even had a boyfriend as far as Negan knew, stating she'd rather focus on school because she'd have time for boys later. now she may never get the chanc to experience having a relationship like that. It was Negan's turn to let out a sad and frusturated sigh.

Without looking at him him, Milo squeezed his hand in return. "We'll get through this Dad. We gotta."

By the the time they'd reached the meetingspot where Negan had told Simon to gather the enemy group's leadeer and represenitive, it was pitch black outside. Simon had had his group set up battery operated spot light; that along with the dim light from all the vehicles' headlights, gave the area an eerie look.

When they parked, Negan told Milo to stay in the RV while he dealt with the rebels.

"Dad I—" Milo began.

"I said stay!" Negan snapped

Milo subconsciously shrank away fom him. He'd never snapped or even remotely raised his voice at her.

Negan just stepped of the RV and slammed the door.

Milo curled. up on the bench and wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees to her chest, as she listened to her Dad taunted the groups inside.

She couldn't hear exactly what exactly was being said, but could hear the tauting tine in her Dad's voice.

Suddenly she heard a voice she recognized, and she was honestly surprised that her Dad didn't seem to recognize the voice. She quickly got up, ran to the door, threw it open. She scanned the group her Dad was holding hostage. Her eyes fell on the one she was looking for; "Uncle Rick!" she yelled, ran to her uncle uncle, fell to her knees, and threw her arms around Rick's neck.