He's the Enemy (completed✔) (Negan X Rick's Daughter Fanfic)

Well Then I Guess - Shit!

I wake up to the sun shining in my face. I look around trying to place where I was and see that I'm in my old room.

Wait? How is that possible? My room was abandoned during the evacuation.

I look around some more and see my alarm clock with actual numbers? I sit up and pad down the room into the kitchen and see mom cooking pancakes.

"Mom? You're alive?! Where's dad?! Carl?! What about Judith?!"

My mom gives me a strange look. "Honey, I think you just had a bad dream. I'm not dead and your dad is in the living room with Buck (the dog) and Carl is still asleep. And who is Judith?"

I look at her and ask, "Has the zombie apocalypse happened yet? Or was it all just a dream?"

My mom chuckles. "It was just a dream sweetie. Breakfast is ready!"

My dad walks and kisses mom on the cheek. "Smells amazing honey."

Carl walks in dressed in kaikis and a blue flannel. "Hey guys. What's for breakfast?"

Suddenly, the scene changes. Everybody is a zombie now and Negan is standing there with a bloodied Lucille.

"Well, hello Meghan! How nice of you to join us. I was just introducing Lucille to your Daddy, Rick." When I see my dad's bloodied skull, I scream.

I jolt awake and take in my surroundings. There is Bloodbath and Teethgrinder. So it was all a dream. Dad is still alive. So is Carl and Judith. I'm still in the Cabin. My anxiety over the nightmare has subsided and I am left feeling extremely hungry.

I go into the kitchen and find some canned applesauce that has never been opened and some dried jerky. Tearing into the packet, I take a couple pieces out and eat them. Taking the bag with me along with the applesauce, I head into the room with my supplies. I sit down at the desk and hear a knock.

I peek out the door and see it's, my dad. Good, it's not Negan. I walk over to the door and open it.

"Dad!" I say wrapping my arms around him.

He smiles and says, "Thank goodness you're okay! Wait, how come the walkers aren't attacking you? Is what Dwight said about you being able to control the walkers true?"

I nod my head.

"But before you ask why I haven't made the walkers attack Negan, it's because nobody deserves to be eaten alive. Not even someone like Negan. I have felt the pain of someone being eaten alive. Its one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced. It's horrible. If you would have felt it, you'd understand. Don't worry, though. I will kill Negan. Just not by torturing him to death. That's cruel. Yes, what he did was definitely cruel, but I'm not like him. I'm better. And you should be too."

My dad looks at me with an amazed expression. "When did my little girl get so smart and mature?"

I smile a weak smile. "Dad, I'm asking this one thing of you. Don't make me use my powers for evil. It won't only harm others but it will also hurt me...I don't want anyone getting hurt by zombies....not even Negan."

My dad nods his head in agreement. "Alright. You don't have make anyone be eaten alive. But promise me you are trying to figure out a way to kill him."

"Yes, I am Dad. I promise you, I am searching. They won't let me have any freedom because of all my plots. I'm constantly watched. I was lucky that there was enough walkers to divert them or else I would still be there. And this has been on my mind, why are you here?"