"Do you like crazy chicks?"
"I don't know."
"Well I'll be honored to be your first."
In which Carl meets Negan's daughter, Harley. Read to find out what happens between the two.
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It was now daylight when Negan and Rick came back. Harley looked back at Carl, an evil smile on her face. "Daddy's back."
Negan came out, dragging Rick by his side, throwing him on the ground in front of him. Negan smirked as he stood behind him. "Here we are."
Rick laid on the ground panting as Negan began to walk circles around him. "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?"
Rick sat up on his hands and knees, panting still, not giving Negan an answer which angered him. Harley could tell so she walked up to Rick and bent down in front of him. "He asked you a question. Speak when you're spoken to, Mr. Rick."
Rick breathed heavily. "Okay. Okay."
Negan stopped walking, looking down at Rick. "That trip was about the way you looked at me. The way you looked at my babies. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand."
Harley stood up from her position, standing beside her father. "But, I think he's looking at us in the same damn way, daddy."
Negan nodded in agreement. "The same damn way. Like we shit in his scrambled eggs and that's not gonna work!"
"So.." Negan started as he bent down beside Rick. "Do I give you another chance?"
Rick breathed out raggedly. "Yeah. Yes. Yes."
Negan patted Rick's back and stood up. "Okay." He chuckled. "Alright. And here is the grand prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day." He paused for a moment. "Put some guns to the back of their heads."
Negan's saviors walk up behind Rick's group, putting guns behind their heads. Haleigh felt her heart starting to race, feeling the fear sitting heavy in her stomach.
"Good. Now, level with their noses, so if you have to fire.." Negan imitates an explosion. "It'll be a real mess." He then looks around, stopping when he eyes someone. "Kid.."
Harley's head snapped over to Rick's son, who sat there with a scowl on his face. Negan makes a 'come here' motion with his pointer finger and points down to the ground in front of him. "Right here."
He didn't move.
"Kid, now." Negan ordered.
He got up, walking up to Negan as he began to unbuckle his belt. "You a southpaw?"
"Am I a what?" The boy asked.
Harley rolled her eyes. "You a lefty, cowboy?"
The boy looked at Harley. "No."
Negan smiled lightly. "Good." And he handed his belt to Harley. "Little monster, tie it around his arm."
Harley nodded happily, tying Negan's belt around the boy's arm, pulling it tight. She looked up at the boy. "That hurt?"
