The Walking Dead Imagines

Family

When Negan first glanced upon the girl in his math class, he never expected what was to come. Sure, he found her attractive, but as a sixteen-year-old boy, he could find just about anyone attractive. It didn't take much.

Still, there was always something about her oddly unique features that made it feel like so much more than just plain sexual appeal. Her nose had a gentle curve, her lips plump yet always chapped. Her smile didn't sparkle, but her eyes did. They were a common brown, but Negan liked it.

He blushed when she laughed loudly, but always genuine. Negan didn't realise it at the time, he still hadn't almost 33 years later, but he had slowly fallen in love with the girl.

Soon enough, they were dating. It went well for the first few months, but once he was told he was going to be a father, the relationship suffered.

A teen dad. He hated the idea of it, he didn't want a kid, in fact, he never wanted one. But he was going to have one within the year. Though Negan resented her for the decision to keep the child, he knew he would try to support her.

But the second he looked into his daughter's big (Y/E/C) eyes, all that anger slipped away.

Now as he looked into your eyes, once again his anger slipped from his grasp. Relief taking it's place.

"(Y/N)?" He mumbled, falling to his knees. The aged man couldn't even tell he'd collapsed before your crouched state until his pants grew damp, courtesy of the wet soil.

The sight of him made your heart skip a beat. A single word struggling to escape your lips. You felt your lip quiver until you managed to whisper, "Dad."

A gust of air escaped Negan's lungs as you mumbled the word. If he wasn't already on his knees, your voice surely would've brought him down. No longer grasping Lucille, Negan couldn't feel his hands moving until they rested against your face. The warmth your skin gave off was like a fire, but Negan craved more of the feeling.

He wanted to hold you, he wanted to hug you, but the moment you realised it was your dad, the same asshole who loved to kick you when you were down, you pushed him back.

Negan fell to the ground, his jacket protecting his skin from the dirty earth.

Within a moment, a man had a large chunk of your hair in his grip, pulling you away from Negan, who sat on the ground, staring at your dumbfounded.

"Stupid bitch," The man mumbled as you whimpered at the pain. He kicked your side, making you tumble onto your stomach. Your hair twisted with your movements.

Daryl was about to lunge toward the man when Negan snapped out of his daze, yelling, "Get your fucking hands off her!"

The man looked shocked, quickly releasing you from his grasp. You wheezed as you inhaled, a sharp pain growing from where he'd kicked you. "You don't fucking touch my daughter," Negan screamed. His knuckles had grown white from holding Lucille so tight.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It hurt, like a hammer hitting your skull over and over again. As a pound subsided, you anticipated the next, wincing as the pain was almost doubled. Your focus drained from the discomfort in your abdomen, transferring to your head.

"Sweetheart, you ok?" Negan questioned you, worry evident in his eyes. You coughed a bit, some blood pooling in your hand. As you looked at the sight, your hand slightly shook. When Negan saw your expression go from on of discomfort to terror, he wanted a look at what exactly caused that.

Gently, he grabbed your wrist, but you pulled it back, cradling your hand near your chest.

"I'm fine." You spat out, your jaw clenched tight. He ignored you, still reaching for your hand.

"She said she was fine, bastard!" Daryl's loud voice pierced the air. You sighed, worried for the consequences from his outburst. Of course, Negan seemed upset about his choice of words.

"Excuse me? She's my fucking daughter." Negan growled, barely even glancing his way.

Thankfully, your father's attention was mostly directed to you and your hand. As the time passed, a warm trail of blood made it's way down your palm. The thin line of red travelled down your arm, beginning to gather at your elbow.

"Obviously she don't want you near her," Daryl grunted in response. You knew Daryl was getting worked up, that's how he was with you.

"Daryl, calm down." You ushered, but it seemed too late. The pair ignored you, continuing to argue.

Negan laughed mockingly, "And what's it to you, dick?"

"And she's my wife." Daryl was quick to respond. His words made Negan's eyes go wide. He didn't know he'd been talking with his son in law. His head snapped to you, looking somewhat offended.

"You're married?" He scoffed, standing up. You looked at him shocked. Did he actually care?

"So what?" You sneered, ignoring the dripping blood.

"So, I'm your father! Shouldn't I know this shit?"

"Well, you weren't exactly there, dad." You snapped, distaste dripping from the last word that left your lips. You hated calling him that, he was anything but a 'dad'.

Negan sighed, giving it a moment before nodding. "I know, but I am now." He muttered, which made you laugh.

"Doesn't mean shit." You growled, shaking your head. From the distance between you both, you made eye contact with Daryl for the first time. He looked a little nervous for you but mostly angry at whatever relationship you had with your father.

Your eyes slipped down from his face, finding a place of rest on the ground.

"No, it does." He sternly countered you, "I'll show you." Negan nodded to the men behind you and Daryl. Within a moment, they were grabbing you from underneath the arms and pulling you towards to vans.

You saw Daryl kicking, but he was worn down and couldn't do much. Instead of fighting back, you screamed at your father, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He gave a sickening smile, "Taking you home. Both of you. He's family, after all."