Negan's daughter (CarlXreader)

Medicine

YOUR POV

"What, you had enough?" My father asked me.

I was out of breath and having trouble standing, but if I were to let myself fall, I'll get the shit beat out of me. I hold in my breath and slowly let it out, trying to calm myself down then I stood back up in my fighting stance.

"Good girl now come at me." My father commanded.

I run and throw a punch at him but he doges and punches me in the stomach. I stumbled back a bit but then went back at him with another punch and again he doges it. He throws a bunch at my face and I quickly doge it and his fist nearly touch my face by a centimeter. I throw a side punch at his face and luckily he doesn't doge it, I then elbow him in the stomach and then kneed him in the face. when he tumbled over he falls to the ground and I pretend to stab him then got up off of him. My face was bruised and bleeding and my father the same. We had been fighting each other for almost 3 hours and I was exhausted, trying to catch and slow my breath down, luckily it was working.

"Nice work, you've gotten better, but you can't let them hit you, you must always doge and never fall back. And most importantly, if they are coming at you and you're not ready to strike, you're dead, so always be ready, understand." My father said as he was trying to catch his breath.

I nod and walked away to get him some water, when I came back he was no where in site and I turned around to see him. He throws a punch towards my face and I doge it, then grabbed his arm and twisted and pulled it to his back then jumped on his back, causing him to fall. I stand up on his back and pulled his twisted arm up, almost causing it to dislocate from his shoulder. He screams in pain and after awhile, I pretend to shoot him in the head saying a simple 'bang', mocking a sound of a gun then got off of him. Father quickly stands up and faces me with a surprised look.

"Where the fuck did you learn that?" He shouts a bit.

I say nothing and shrug then handed him his water and he quickly takes it and sips from it. I stare at him and waited for his next move but he does nothing and sits down on a chair and looks at me as if he was trying to read my mind.

"I didn't teach you that, I've actually never learned something like that. Did your sister teach you that?" He asked.

I shake my head and stood in my place still watching him waiting for his next move, but still...He does nothing.

"You're what..y/a (young age, a few years before the zombie apocalypse.) And you managed to pull that off. Strange girl you are, yes indeed but what I'm wondering is why didn't you use that technique before, when I was fighting you?" He asked.

I don't say anything until he says 'you have permission to speak.' And after that I say what I think he should know.

"I taught myself, you told me to always keep my guard and I thought that was what I was doing." I said plainly.

He sighs and leans back in the chair, watching me. I don't move and I don't speak, I just wait but what he says next surprises me.

"Bring me the gun and when I pointed at you I want you to do everything in your power to take the gun from me and not let me shoot it, understand." My father says as I grab and hand him the gun.

He points it to my head and I watch his finger. He slowly slides it to the trigger and just as he is about to pull it. I put my left hand on the gun then elbowed him on his arm and took the gun from him, but he doesn't stop. He pulls out another one from behind him and points it at me. I point mine at him, the gun was side ways and I looked him dead in the eyes and he avoided eye contact. 'Check.' I thought and threw my gun at him and he doges it but I take this chance to elbow him in the stomach then kneed his face one more time, but he doesn't fall. I kick him in the knee and just as his leg was about to give up from the pain. I grab his gun and jumped on his back pointed the gun to the back of his head. He falls to his knees and I hit him on the head with the bottom of the gun and fall to the ground in pain. 'Mate' I think with a plain face. I put the gun in my pocket and picked up the gun I threw just a few minutes ago and walked over to were my dad keeps his stash and grabbed a first aid kit, then walked back. As I start to clean his wounds, he looks at me as if I was a monster but I ignored it and continued to clean his head wounds. Once down I burn the evidence and put away the kit and walked over to my father and he had a cup of water in his hand. I sit on a chair and he walks up to me, still holding the cup of water.