•The Three Rules//Negan's daughter•

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After my dad killed those two men, he took Rick into the RV, for a drive.

I stand infront of the group, my dads people murmuring around us. Rick's people letting out sobs.

"Quiet!" I shout,"we ain't gonna spread any rumours alright? You don't speak unless you're spoken too, clear?" I ask.
I hear a couple mumbles of 'yes miss'.

I walk up to the man who basically got his friend killed.
"What's your name then?" I ask, crouching to his level.
He doesn't say anything.
"What's your name" I say, louder this time.
He still doesn't say anything.
I huff and roll my eyes.
"Does anyone know this guys name?" I ask, pointing to him.
"Uh, its Daryl" Dwight says.
"Thank you" I say to Dwight.
"Shouldn't of done that ya know. You heard my dad, bad decisions have bad consequences, hopefully you've learnt that by now" I say, standing up and backing away.
Taking a glance at the boy in the sheriffs hat I laugh.
"You scared?" I ask, looking at the group one by one.
"I'd be very surprised if you weren't" I say.
All I hear is the sobs of the broken group around me.
I turn and go to look at one of the dead guys bodies, this was the red headed one. His brains now smashed into chunky pieces.
"Damn" I whisper to myself, a grin pulling at my face.
Me and my dad have always been the same. I'm crazy, just like him.
Before all this shit we were a pretty normal family, but when this shit started, my mom died, that was the day my dad changed.
He told me that I needed to stay strong, not to get attached to anyone and to do what you have to do to live.
Those are the 3 rules I've lived my ever since, and I have sure as hell done what I had to do to live.
I walk away from the corpse and slowly examine the group.
Daryl who basically got his friend killed was staring at the floor. As was everyone else.
The woman's name who I now know is Maggie was softly sobbing.
Everyone was doing the same thing.
The amount of times I've seen a fucked up group like this is unreal.
You get used to it, used to killing and watching others die.
I don't really feel anything anymore.
Those three rules meant that I shouldn't feel anything, because if I do, I could die.
I've grown up to learn that the only one who truly cares for me is my dad, and I believe that. I think.
As I'm looking at the group I hear the RV pull up on the gravel.
Rick and my dad come out.
At this point I zone out, again.
That's when my dad asks me if I have a pen.
"No, I don't" I say.
"Simon have you?" He asks.
"Yeh, yeh I do" he says and throws the pen to my dad.
He brings Carl to the front of the group and asks him if he's a righty or a lefty.
He then lays him on the floor and draws a line on his arm.
Then he asks Rick to cut his arm off.
"Do it, or I'll happily bash his brains in too." My dad says.
Rick screams and begs, until finally he goes for it.
My dad stops him just as he's about to connect the axe with Carl's arm.
I laugh.
My dad says some shit about providing for him, as usual.
"Em, I want you to stay with these pussies for a Lil bit, see what their place is like, ya know?" He asks.
I shrug,"why not eh?"
He tells them they can keep the RV.
The ride back was quiet.
Maggje and another woman went to the Hilltop to get some help.
I know my dad will want her, so I'm gonna keep it a secret for now. She's ill, she doesn't need my dads shit right now.
•••
We arrive at this 'Alexandria' place.
Looks just like a normal neighbourhood to be honest.
We walk through the gates, the leader, Rick not talking to me at all, which I understand, but when all the others walk off to their homes, I just stand there unsure of what to do.
I mean I could rob this place and take anything I want, but I know my dad will be doing that soon anyways.
I start to wonder around, getting some weird looks as I go.
I see a wall with people's names on it.
The name 'Glenn' had been crossed out once, and now someone was writing it on again.
Must've been someone my dad killed them.
I carry on down the road and see Carl sitting on a porch.
I take this as an opportunity to ask where I should stay.
I approach him and he glares at me.
"Where should I stay? Can't exactly put me outside, imagine my dads face if he found out you made me sleep outside" I say, laughing.
"You can stay in that house over there. That was Glenn and Maggie's house" he says sternly.
"Thanks?" I say, more of a question.
He doesn't say anything.
"You know, I'm not the one who killed them. Yes, I get it, I'm his goddamn daughter, but me and my dad may be the same, but in reality, I'm so much more than that" I say.
"Why didn't you stop it?" He asks,"why do you like to watch that?"
I sigh.
"I couldn't of stopped it if I tried. My dad does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And I never said I liked to watch that, I don't choose who I want to see die. I just don't care, I don't feel anything, it's bad to feel things like sadness and anger, because in this world, things like that get you killed" I say.
"How do you know that? How do you know it'll get you killed?" He asks.

"Because the last time I was angry at someone, a good person died, and I almost did too"