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The Devils Daughter - Carl💨

I'll keep the older version at the bottom and rewritten version on the top. Just for the people who might like the older version better I guess.

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"Wake on up sunshine!" Not this shit again. "I'm up dad, just-"

"Well you woke up later than usual." He opened my door. "Come on, get dressed, we got some business to do." He took the concert off me, the cool air hitting my body. I groaned, "give me a few minutes to get dressed dad."

"All right sweet pea, I'll be at the gates." I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

I put on a white crop top, ripped jeans, & black boots. My gun in my holster and knife on my boots. I headed outside and got in the truck.

(roughly 30 mins later)

We pulled up in front of a huge gate, the sign was sorry of dirty so I can't tell what it said before. The gate opened and we got out of the truck, I followed behind and stopped next to him when he did.

"Negan," a thick voice spoke, "you aren't supposed to be here til next week."

"Well Rick," so that's his name, "I come and go when I very well damn please."

I got bored of their conversation and scammed through the small crowd of people. A sherif hat, I've always wanted one. I looked at the head of whose it was on. A boy, long brown hair, icy blue eye, and an eye patch. Why does he have that eyepatch...it's none of my business, I just want that hat.

I walked over to him and reached for it. He pushed my hand away and stepped back quickly. "Give it here," I demanded. He shook his head. I sighed and turned to my dad, "can I have it?"

"Of course pumpkin."

"Give her the hat Carl." Rick's voice was shaking. "There's my daughter, taking after he farther-"
""I'm nothing like you," he smiled at Rick, knowing what came next. "I'm worse." I smiled and walked away towards the houses.

I walked into one of the homes—-it's so pretty...I want to stay...I thought to myself. I was looking at all the pretty things when I heard the cry of a baby girl. I slowly walked upstairs and turned my head to where it was coming from. I opened it and saw a beautiful baby in a crib—-immediately getting flashbacks to my niece.

I pick her up and she stops crying, "you are so gorgeous," I started. "I want a girl of my own one day, or I could take you...I'm kidding." Sing as I finished my sentence I heard a gun click.

"Put her down," sounds like a boy my age.

"You got some nerve thinking about sitting me." I did so and turned around. It was Carl. "Oh, it's you...pretty boy. Well, shoot me." I walked closer and let the gun hit my forehead. After a while I shook my body and he dropped the gun.

"Weak," I walked towards him, "you've got some nerve and confidence...maybe you just want your hat back, hm? Well do you?"

I had him pinned against the wall.