I saw my dad Negan with his bat pointing to people. I hate my life.

I saw the group in a circle, crying and trembling with fear.

I stepped in and grabbed my dad's hand.

"What do you want (y/n) don't you see I'm in the middle of something?" said dad smiling

"Dad, leave these people alone they didn't do anything"

"Oh really? They killed our men" said dad glaring at a man

"Right. Can I do the honors?"

"Well, of course, you can sweetheart. Here" said dad handing me Lucille

I grasped the handle rethinking my plan.

I lifted the bat and turned to my dad, 'I'm sorry"

The bat crashed into my dad's head. Blood dripping down. I gulped and kept smashing his head. I let down a tear and I looked at my job.

I felt a pair of hands grab me and throw me on the floor.

"LEAVE ME ALONE BASTERDS OR I SWEAR I WILL DO THE SAME"

The saviors dropped their guns and ran off.

"T-thank you," said someone, I turned around and it was the leader.

"No problem um you guys could leave"

"Would you like to join our group?" asked the leader

"Are you sure? I don't think anyone would trust me since my dad's Negan"

"Your nothing like him you seem different," said a boy probably the same age as me

"W-what? Oh, I guess. What're your guy's names?"

"I'm Rick the leader and this is my son, Carl," said Rick holding out his hand. I realized I was still holding onto my dad's bat. I let go and it dropped to the ground.

"I'm (y/n)"