Merle's hidden Daughter

His slave

They locked me and Daryl in different cells, the first couple of days in this dark cell all I would be fed in two pieces of sandwich bread and dog food. I knew what they wanted from Daryl and he knew what they wanted from me, for Daryl they wanted him to surrender. To be Negans bitch and from me, Negan wanted me to be his slave. To be at every will and command of him, he had Dwight's ex wife but wasnt satisfied with just her, he told me that he would beat Daryl everyday that he is alive and make him go so crazy that he takes his own life. He was very descriptive, my cell door is opened and Dwight gives me a disgusted look before slowly walking over to me. He squats down in front of me and gets in my face, I can smell his shitty breath and see his shitty face, every shitty mark.  "You ready to be the good doggy that you are?" He smirks "Where are my dogs Dwight" I growl out. He leans his hands on either side of my head trapping me, "I asked you a question runt, most people that even look at Negan the wrong way are dead, yet he wants you." He hisses out. "Oh so your mad that he took your wife and she isnt good enough? you werent good enough for her and now she isnt for him?" I snap. He stands up and turns around leaving.

I look away and something hard slams into my stomach causing me to gasp, he then punches me and throws me to the ground. My wrist slams to the ground and bends the wrong way and I scream as loud as I can, my throat already sore from barely ever getting water. I pull my wrist to my chest and sit up, looking him in his eyes. I wouldnt cry, he would never get the satisfaction of making me cry. At least not in front of him, I hear banging and Daryl yelling my name. His kicks were cracking the door off its hinges, Dwight kicked me and left slamming the door behind him. I could hear Negans voice in the hallway and I cringed, I didnt want to be anywhere near him. The door opened again and I closed my eyes avoiding the light that has been hidden from me for days. A hand roughly grabs my shirt and rips me up off the ground, im pushed roughly against a wall and I use my good hand to grab onto the wall to keep myself from falling. When my vision cleared standing in front of me was Negan and Dwight went over to a cell and came back out with Daryl. As soon as Daryl seen me he began fighting and thrashing, trying to get away from him. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Negan grip 'Lucille' and slowly swing it up on his shoulder. He didnt want to but if he had to he would kill Daryl. 

"Daryl" I speak my voice raspy and destroyed sounding. I tried to make it sound like im ok but it came out like I wanted to cry, like I was broken. I wasnt, Im not. Negan would have to beat me to death before id give up so easily. He stopped and looked at me, "Stop fighting them. Im ok, they havent done anything to me. And they wont, please just stop fighting them" I tell him, he stares at me angry somehow he knew I was lying. Negan strolled over and turned me to him before freezing, his hand slowly lifted towards my face and I squeezed my eyes closed for a second, I wouldnt flinch. Not for him, he took my hand a cry escaped my mouth. "What happened to her hand Dwight?" Negan demanded. "She kept hitting the wall and sprained it I guess, bitch is crazy" He shrugs. Negans gaze goes to me and he raises an eyebrow asking me if its true. I refuse to answer him and keep my gaze locked with Daryls. Negan stomps over to Daryl and pushes Dwight at me and puts a gun to his head. "Is. It. True?" Negan demands by the time he is finished asking the gun is cocked. "NO" I cry out and go to reach for the gun but Dwight grabs me.

Dwight begins to dig my skin, not wanting to be ratted out. "No its not true, he beat me" I give up and let my head look to the floor feeling ashamed and weak. Negan un-cocks the gun and puts it in the holster and lets go of Daryl. "You have one minute to say goodbye to him before your both back in your cells" Negan states. Dwight lets go of me and I run and jump on daryl and he falls to the floor, he looked so weak. "Dont give up, please. As much as you would like to be anywhere else please, please dont give up. I need you." I beg him. "Its been one minute" Dwight snaps. I turn my head to look at them "Please just a little longer, please" I finally beg, Negan puts his hand out stopping Dwight, "This is entertaining let it continue" Negan laughs. I turn back to Daryl and hug him tightly, letting some tears fall. "I love you Daryl dixon" I state and I see tears appear in his eyes. I get yanked up off of him and tossed to the floor, it was Negan this time. "Up" He commands kicking Daryl. "I love you Daryl" I scream, hes pushed back into his cell and the door is slammed closed and locked. Negan turns to me and glares at me, "Are you going to take my deal yet?" He questions leaning against the wall. "I hate you Negan" I snap and spit at him. A fist hits my face and my head slams against the wall and my body falls to the floor.

I hold my face and look up to see that Dwight was the one who hit me, Negan takes lucille and swings it and i duck covering my head scared, I hear a grunt and look up to see Dwight holding his side in pain. "Dont touch her unless I tell you to." Negan tells him. "Now go get fixed up" Negan rolls his eyes, as Dwight runs off to get his side fixed. "A punch that weak wouldve never knocked you down....your not eating why?" Negan sates. "Sorry I dont like dog food" I snap. "Ill get you different food-" I cut him off.
"-I wont eat. Ill starve to death in here as long as Daryl is being fed dog food and being kept here." I snap. Negan leans in my face, "Stop being so worried about that hick, hes gonna get you killed." He growls in my face. "Then I die" I state in his face. He grabs my hair and tosses me into the cell, "Sense your so worried about him have fun with a broken wrist" Negan growls.  I flip him off and spit at him before he slams the door closed and locking it.