Welcome to The End ( Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader )

Chapter 14

Negan was John Winchester.

No.

That was impossible, it couldn't be your father.

Your father had died over 14 years ago.

It couldn't be him.

"Yep. It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon." He chuckled, his eyes glancing over all of you, but he didn't even look twice at you as he looked your way before looking at some else. Did he not recognise you?

"Dad?" You whispered, your voice trembling as he turned towards in confusion.

"Now, you look awfully familiar. What's your name?" Negan asked as he crouched down in front of you curiously.

"Y/N."

"Don't recognise the name, but you do look familiar." He responded before standing back up and looking around at your group, dismissing you entirely. "Anyway, which one you pricks is the leader?"

Why couldn't he remember you? How was he here? You had so many questioned and you had no idea what to do.

"It's this one." Someone said.

"Hi. You're Rick, right? I'm Negan and I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes." Negan said with a grin before he turned away from Rick and began to walk in front of the rest of you as he spoke.

"You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here it goes, pay attention." Negan instructed as he pulled the baseball bat off his shoulder and he held it beside Ricks head.

This was not your father.

Your father would never kill innocent people. He would never do this, especially to you. Whoever or whatever this man was, it wasn't John Winchester, but you couldn't figure out how it had taken your fathers body. Maybe it was a shapeshifter, or a demon, but you thought all of them had died when the dead started to rise.

You sat up straighter as you eyed the bat inches away from Rick's face, your hand reaching for your angel blade hidden in your boot. If it was a shapeshifter or a demon, you could kill it.

Suddenly Daryl grabbed your shoulder, silently shaking his head, knowing what you were about to do and you just nodded as he removed your hand and you looked back towards Negan and Rick.

You couldn't risk doing something stupid and getting someone killed.

"Give me your shit or I will kill you." Negan threatened, moving the bat closer to Rick's face.

Rick ducked his head away from the back and that was all it took for you to snap. Nobody threatened your friend like that, especially not this asshole wearing your fathers body.

"Touch him and you'll be dead before you hit the ground." You warned, glaring at Negan, but you didn't miss how Rick quickly looked towards you with pleading eyes silently begging you to shut the fuck up, but you ignored him as you stared at Negan.

"Shit, darling. That isn't any way for a lady to speak."

He stepped back from Rick, his eyes on you in amusement.

You could see Daryl visibly tense out the corner of your eye and you hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid. Although, Rick was probably hoping the same thing about you. Negan had somehow taken over your fathers body, which was just insane because you and your brothers burnt his body all those years ago and you had no idea what was going on.