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Father where did we go Wrong?

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Daryl was fighting Rick to go back to the farm, his daughter (y/n) had to still be there. She had to be, she couldn't be dead. He was devastated, everything told him to go back to the farm. As the fire raged you watched your father, Carol, Rick and the others leave. You slammed your fist on the house as you raced to the roof just to make sure you weren't eaten. You stayed on the roof for at least two days. You went to search for him, he was your father after all. You hated Carol, she took your father from you.

The way out you knew was going to be messy, you waited till most of the walkers had left and killed a few, gagging you put another outfit on top of your own and began to lather yourself in walker guts.You were terrified, you had never been away from your father before.

The entire time you were searching you thought about maybe he wanted to find you, maybe he wanted you back. You cried as you fought against the undead, and humans alike. You had to kill multiple humans in your travel. Each kill becoming more torturous then the last because of your anger. You cursed your father for leaving you, you cursed the group for the torture you were living through because of it. You had finally spotted your father, but when you went to run to him he was holding the dead body of Beth in his arms. He was crying over her body, you had only seen your father cry a few times in his life, and not once has been over you. That you knew.

You ran, killing walkers in your wake. Everything that you had known felt like a lie, you felt like your father didn't love you anymore. Which was actually far from the truth. He had fallen into a depression after loosing you. Rick convinced him you had died, convinced him that you were no longer on the planet. He would wake from nightmares dreaming of you as one of the dead.

You lived on your own for a while, killing men and the undead. You were furious, you had been left for dead by your father. they left you forever. You had finally come to a point in your young life that made you think that nothing better would come to you.

However as you hunted for food you ran into a man literally.

The man turned knocking your weapon on the floor, you were knocked against a tree and he held a bat with nails up to your face. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He asked, his voice deep and his eyes felt like they were peering into your soul.

"Sorry I didn't mean to." You said with a growl.

"You should feel lucky, I want to know about you before I kill you." He snarled. "So, spill your guts before I honestly spill your guts."

You began to talk, hiding nothing, if you were to die you were going to die with your conscious clear. However when you spoke of the torture you had began to do to humans he perked up. "You know, Lucile and I have decided you are my daughter now, since your old daddy dropped you like a stinking shit I think I will take you in. My wives would love a daughter anyway."

"Your wives?"

"Are you taking it, or leaving it?"

"Taking it." You said back.

He smiled and got you into his car, you were now the princess of the compound. Everything about you people loved. You were beautiful, you were smart, and cut throat. Despite you having no blood bond to Negan he took you in like his own, and he raised you as such. You learned to kill, you learned to scare and you learned to take your anger and use it to your advantage.

Eventually your new father took over a smaller compound called Alexandria, and you decided you wanted to come with him to a pick up of items. As you pulled in you instantly took notice of a few of the members of the group. Maggie, Rick and his son, and Carol. But as you pulled all the way in you saw your father. Negan took notice of your instant panic.

"Whats wrong sweetie, one of them look at you funny? I may just have to kill them huh?"

"No, dad.." You said as your (e/c) eyes looked towards you birth father. His hair was longer, and he was aging. But he looked good. "Just.. you know the dad I once had? Him and the group that dropped me are here."

"Oh, well we can defiantly up the anti then huh?"

"I want him to see me"

"You what?"

"I want him to see me, and I want him to know I am better of without him."

"You are your daddy's daughter." Negan smiled as he kissed your cheek. You smiled and the two of you exited the car. That was when Daryl saw you, he dropped everything and headed towards you, however two of Negan's men stood in front of you to protect you.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Let me see her! You cannot keep me from my daughter!" Daryl yelled.

"No you don't get it street rat, she is my daughter, and you are just a piece of shit father that left her to die. Do you know what she had to go through without you? She watched you cry over another girls dead body, yet you never went back for her! You are a shit dad. So no she is my daughter."

You smirked at him as you stayed behind the guards.

You were handed Lucile and you watched as things were loaded into the car. Daryl tried to get to you again, but you held your hand up to stop him. "I am not your daughter any more, you left me, and you didn't come back for me." You snapped. "I have killed more people and done it brutally for the fun of it, because you left me!"

He stumbled back, angry but he knew it was his fault. He was angry with Rick, he didn't let him go back for you. He knew he should have, and he was almost more upset with you being part of Negan's army then being one of the undead. They were going to take over the compound, and he hoped he could prove to you that he still loved you.