The Devils Daughter

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Rick turns around and quickly makes his way over to where I was standing. I could tell he was relieved that Daryl was still alive, we all were relieved. "Daryl.. Hey." Rick says as he walks closer, Daryl opens his mouth to speak but is cut off.

"Nope! Nope." My dad says as he makes his way over to us. "He's the help. You don't look at him, you don't talk to him, and I don't make you chop anything off of him." He says making Rick automatically turn around.

"Stop being such a prick." I mumble as I shove past him, "Just because I ran away doesn't give you the right to come here and make their life a living hell." He grabs my arm and yanks me back to him making me yelp.

"It's okay, this is just your punishment. Besides, you won't be able to run away anymore. I've.. upgraded your room." He says smiling. "Dwight! Will you be a doll and keep an eye on my precious daughter?" He asks as he pushes me forward.

"Uh. Yeah." Dwight says making his way towards me and grabbing my arm. I was honestly surprised he wasn't being rough with me, he was gentle. "I'll keep her right with me." He says.

"Let's go see what we got shall we Rick?" Dad asks and he pushes Rick into front of him. "Let's see what goodies we have in the cupboards!" He says while laughing as everyone else begins to follow behind them.

"We put half of the supplies aside." Rick say in a gruff voice, I watch as my dads face drops and he slowly begins to shake his head in disapproval.

"No Rick. No. You don't decide what we take. I do." Dad replies as he pushes Rick once more to get him to moving once more. He motions his men with a hand signal and they all begin to move out making our group stare. "My men are just going to search the houses a bit. You gonna show me around or not?" He asks looking down at Rick.

Rick sighs and nods his head as dad slowly claps his hands like a child, and follows behind him. Dwight slowly jerks me along with him as we make our way over to Spencer and Rosita.

"Rositaaa." He says in a sing song voice, "Where are y'all going?" He asks, Spencer starts to reply but Dwight cuts him off. "Ya know what? I actually don't care." He says as he lets go of my arm and takes Rosita's gun. He then holds his bag open for Spencer to drop his weapons in as well.

Once he does Dwight opens the door and grabs some more guns placed in the front seat, he hands one back toward me, "Help me out sweetheart." He says as he places the gun in my arms. I look up and notice Carl on the other side staring at him. Dwight leans back up placing the other gun on his shoulder before patting my head. "Thanks sweetie." He says before looking at Rosita.

"Now I need you to do me a favor." He says as he smiles at her, "Go get me Daryl's bike." He says stepping closer to her, she looks to the side clearly uncomfortable with how close he was getting to her.

"It's not here." She replies as she starts to stare him in the eyes. She crosses her arms over her chest, as he leans up smiling before he sighs heavily. He looks over to the side as the wind slightly blows his long, blonde hair before looking back at her.

"Well if it ain't here, then you know where it is right?" He asks. Rosita stands there and slowly brings her arms back down not saying a word, "We both know you know where it is." She huffs and starts to push past him but he stops her and takes her hat off. "Now you're good to go."

He stands still making her shove her way past him. Now his true colors are showing to me. Rosita gets in and slams the door shut as Spencer walks around and gets in on the other side. Dwight reaches in and grabs the canteen and pulls it out before twisting the lid off and slowly pouring out the water. "Don't take too long."

I stand and watch as she starts the car and pulls out of the gates disappearing. I huff as Dwight turns to me and throw the gun at him making him drop the canteen and stumble backwards. "Carry your own shit prick. I ain't your servant." I mumble as I move past him.

Carl was still standing there, once I could past him he turned around and followed me. "I don't like how he was talking or looking at you." He whispers as he wraps his hand around my waist. I look over my shoulder and notice Dwight starting to follow behind us, struggle to hold everything in his arms.

"Yeah me neither." I say as I turn my head back around. "Where's Rick?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulder as he removes his arm from around me. "Did you see them bring Amber in here with them?" I ask.

"No. I wasn't paying attention. I was just watching you." He replies truthfully. I sigh and nod my head as I watch guys start to go into houses, I shake my head and look down. Another hand touches my shoulder grabbing me and slowing me down. "Don't fucking touch her." Carl snaps as he slaps the hand away from me.

I turn around and see Dwight smiling slightly. "Woah buddy boy. I'm just here to keep an eye on her. Can't let her run off again." He says as he begins to walk beside us, I move closer to Carl and grab his hand tightly holding it.

"Hey. They are taking our medicine." Carl points and grabs my hand as we both start running leaving Dwight behind. We run in and Carl immediately holds up his gun. "Put it back." He orders, just then Rick walks in.

"Carl.. Carl put it down." He says, his voice now raspy. Carl shakes his head holding his gun, I look over my shoulder as my dad walks in with a smile on his face. Dad sighs as he walks in front of Carl a smile still on his face as he does so.

"Really kid?" He asks shaking his head, Carl still holds his gun up not buckling under the pressure. I slowly reach my hand behind my back and feel for mine, I slowly wrap my fingers around it and wait.

"You should go before you realize how dangerous we all are." Carl says before glancing down at my dads leg. "Surprised to see you walking after I already shot you. I would hate to do it again." Dad laughs at Carl's remark and starts stepping closer to him. I quickly grab my gun and hold it up.

"Don't make me shoot you."