«devil's daughter» twd ; negan's daughter x carl

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when the devil knocks you to your knees, you're in the best position to pray.

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"Let me in."

Everyone near the gates in Alexandria stopped what they were doing and shot up their heads at the sound of the raspy voice at the gates. The people could clearly make out a shadow of a man, and they could clearly tell he was holding a baseball bat. Negan was here.

"He's not supposed to be here until next week," Michonne whispered.

Rick nodded, just as confused as the rest of the people were. Everyone looked to him, wondering what to do; he wasn't really their leader anymore but, to them, he still was.

He strode towards the gate, a burst of confidence coming to him, unlatching the chain and pushing it open. Seeing Negan face to face automatically washed his confidence away. He gulped, moving to the side so Negan could enter, but otherwise completely frozen. He knew what he was capable of; he almost forced him to cut off his own son's arm.

Negan sauntered in, lazily tossing up his bat and resting it on his shoulder. But there was something different; a girl was walking behind him, Rick's hatchet swinging from her belt.

"What do we have here?" Negan whistled, walking around to meet everyone.

"What do you want?" A brave voice spoke up. Negan chuckled, turning towards the voice.

Carl Grimes stood on the edge of the graveyard, digging a hole for one of the deceased. He had dropped his shovel, his cowering frame standing strong despite the fear.

"Rick's boy? Standing up to me? You got some balls, kid." Negan was only inches away from Carl, his hand tightly gripped to his bat. Carl couldn't steer his attention from the girl who had walked in with Negan, who was currently standing in the middle of the street, looking at her surroundings (and unintentionally intimidating everyone while she was at it).

"To answer your question; I'm here to make sure you're keeping your side of the bargain. How's that half-of-your-shit pile coming together?" Carl had been too busy staring into Negan's eyes in attempt to intimidate him to notice that he had moved Lucille directly under his chin.

Carl looked to his dad for what to say. Rick nodded, not even bothering to hide the fear in his eyes. Negan was too close to his son for comfort.

"F-fine," Carl choked out. Negan pulled his bat away, sauntering towards the girl.

He put his free hand on her shoulder, patting the leather jacket. "Just a fair warning; this is my daughter, Ashlynn. Touching me or my guys is one thing. But if any one of you lays a finger on her, all of you sorry shits are dead. And just incase you don't remember, I'm a man of my word."

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Okay so I know this was complete shit but that's only because this is just the prologue. All of my other chapters will hopefully be a lot longer & more interesting lol. I'm currently planning a Greys Anatomy fanfic and a TVD fanfic && idk maybe a suicide squad one? Lmk what you think I should do.

Also one last thing: I know the cover is terrible, I made it at like 2am and I completely rushed it. I'm making a less cringy one soon, I promise.