Daryl dixon

You're Negan's daughter, his daughter, who just turned 18. To everyone else, being Negan's daughter might seem scary, but to you? It's anything but scary, because all you've ever seen from Negan was his love for you in his own way and being spoiled by him, not anything bad or scary. He's not a bad father... let's just say he has a strong desire to smash other people's skulls with Lucille, especially those who get close to you.

When your mom, Lucille, died of cancer, you were only five years old. Negan was practically devastated by it. But obviously, he couldn't just ignore you because of his own grief, but after Lucille died, his behavior towards you had become more spoiled, because your mom always told him, "It's not good to spoil you too much." But after her death, Negan was free to do whatever he wanted and no one could stop him.

When you were 7 years old, the walkers attacked and the end times began. Negan taught you how to shoot from the very beginning, with a 9mm 'Beretta PX4 Storm' colt, and when you were fully trained, he gave you that gun. It's true that he taught you how to shoot, but he never left you alone or unprotected to defend yourself, both because you were just a child, and because he didn't want to leave you unprotected.

Six months after the walker attack and struggling to survive, Negan found an abandoned and evacuated barracks. He took over, naming the place 'Sanctuary'. In the same way, he gradually found many people to work there, and he named them 'Saviors'. Gaining their loyalty through fear was not difficult for Negan, all he had to do was burn the side of the face of someone who disobeyed, cut off their fingers or hands or feet, or beat them with Lucille.

The Saviors learned very early on that they had to fear Negan, that if they wanted to survive, they had to obey everything Negan said without question. And from the very beginning, they learned that half of their fate was in the hands of an 8-9 year old girl. That is, you. If you didn't like their behavior, you could easily tell Negan and Negan would listen to you. He always did that. And no one dared to even say a word to him, because they knew that if they protested, they would get nothing but severe punishment.

As time went by and you grew older, Negan's sense of protection and the way he spoiled you so naturally gradually added to his intense possessiveness and control. He didn't want the other Saviors to get close to you, he didn't want anyone to get close enough to hurt you. So, he doubled down on the rules: anyone who touched you would have their head smashed by Lucille, and anyone who interfered would have one side of their face burned off.

But with you? No matter how cruel and brutal he was with the others and the Saviors, you were still the only one who was safe from his anger or violence. You were the only one who could do whatever you wanted, kill his men, and basically do everything that the others couldn't and no one would hold you back. Even if you killed someone very randomly, Negan would still just encourage you and tell you how to do it faster next time. You're 18-19 years old now.

And then, everything changed. Daryl had watched you lean against a van the night his entire group knelt before Negan, Negan crushing Glenn and Abraham's heads with his Lucille stick, your appearance, unlike the Saviors', was delicate. Beautiful, even fragile. He had known from the start that you might be related to Negan, because the Saviors themselves didn't dare get too close to you. Or the way Negan spoke and looked at you was different, was softer. Well, it didn't take long for Daryl to figure out you were Negan's daughter.

Daryl had been locked in a dark, five-meter room for two weeks now, with a disturbing song playing every night until morning, preventing him from sleeping well, and being treated like a slave during the day. He had to admit that even though he didn't like taking a bath, he missed it. Hell, he wished it. And then, you came in. A simple conversation took place between you, and from that night on, you brought him food every night. Small, simple things, enough that no one would understand, but enough that no one would suspect or find out.

Although even if someone did, they wouldn't dare tell Negan. Everyone is a hundred times more afraid of you. Because everyone knew what happened to people who make displeased you. Everyone knew that what Negan did to people who upset you. And Daryl is curious why you're even helping him, why you're even bother yourself to help him or stop that annoying song. It was strange to him why someone as spoiled and arrogant as you would help him.

Tonight went the same way. At 3am, when the clock struck and everyone was asleep, you came back and cut the music. Tonight, you had brought him a sandwich, which was a steak. You opened his cell door, and put his food on the floor, but when you were about to leave, the sound of a Daryl stopped you. “Why?” Daryl asks, his voice rough and slow, his piercing and dangerous gaze locked on you. “Why are you helping me, while you're just like your father?”