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"negan's daughter"

title: "negan's daughter"
pov: 3rd
location: the woods outside of an outpost

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She could hear the footsteps behind her for at least half a mile, but she didn't care to look back and see who it was. She knew it was someone probably trying to kill her, but if they knew who she was, then there was no way they would even lay a finger on her. Besides, she was always watched by men back at the camps to ensure nothing were to happen while she was out. If something were to happen, the entire building would know in a matter of minutes.

She had her mother's features and curves, but her father's eyes and smile, and lean, tall figure. She was her father's prized possession, and he couldn't be more proud of the badass and confident young woman she had become.

She was to be treated as her father among the saviors, and they respected her just as much as they did him.

The footsteps behind her got quicker and she turned sharply before she was tackled by a boy in a sheriff's hat around her age. With the boy straddling her body, she tried to push him off but his weight made it so there was no way she would be able to fight her way on top. She tried one more push that threw off his hat but he quickly bounced back. She gave up and let her arms fall to the ground. The boy caught himself before pulling out his gun and pointing it at her head, his chest heaving to catch his breath.

"I wouldn't pull the trigger if I were you," she breathed but he didn't seem phased by her warning.

Instead, he cocked his head slightly and clicked the safety off of the gun, "why does it matter? Aren't you Negan? A savior?"

"I am, but that's not the entire story. You're missing a little part that changes the game for both of us," her eyebrows rose and she smirked at the boy who looked down upon her with a very confused expression.

"You would have to have some seriously huge balls to be threatening me with a gun, if you knew who I was."

"And who are you?"

She laughed and placed her hands above her head, taunting him as she looked straight into the gun, and then into the boy's blue eyes, "I'm Negan's daughter."

"Fuck," he whispered as he put together the resemblance in her smile.

The infamous whistle of the saviors suddenly began to sound from all directions and she could see the boy visibly begin to shake as he tried to compose himself to be unshaken.

"Oh, what do we have here?" Negan asked as he approached the scene. The sight of someone not only on top of his daughter, but also holding a gun to her head sent a flow of anger throughout his body.

"Tell me, what are your intentions for my babygirl? Was the spaghetti just not enough for you? Were you not satisfied?"