NEGAN'S DAUGHTER
Chapter Eight
"You're Negan's Daughter, Aren't You?"

Here we were, Enid and I, she was kissing me. And there was Salem, who was crying on the ground, not noticing me.
It wasn't a quick kiss, but I let go swiftly. Worry filled Enid's eyes and she looked me up and down and noticed me holding onto my side and blood almost everywhere, even covering my clothing. She took my hand and lead me to Maggie without a word, Maggie gave me a solemn hug and rushed me to the doctors, my father stumbling to catch up.
The last thing I remember was being sat on a bed and my father in the corner crying.

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{Salem's POV}

My heart skipped a beat once I felt myself being lifted from the damp ground from my tears. I looked up and saw a girl, who seemed pretty young, maybe in her 20s, with short brown hair that didn't flow like mine with gentle eyes and smiling lips. I remembered now. This was the short haired girl I didn't want to get hurt.

"Hey sweetie, I'm Maggie," she whispered through her country accent. It was heart warming.

"H... hi, I'm Salem...." was all I could muster up to say before we were heading towards a doctor's office. I figured Carl must be in there; healing from all his wounds my father caused.

My father.

What would these people think knowing I was raised by him? Birthed by his wife? His daughter??

I was sat in a seat beside a girl who looked about my age, her eyes were locked on Carl who was fast asleep with IVs in his arms and his heart beat slowly starting to increase.
She turned to me, her lips pierced. She gave me a small smile and turned back to look at him.

"You know him?" She said softly, her eyes still locked on him.

She sounded kind of jealous, but I don't know why. I mean, Carl loved me and he didn't seem to care for anyone else. "Y... yeah," I said. "He's really sweet. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have made it here."

"And what exactly do you want here?" The girl asked me through a cruel tone. I said nothing but stared at her, confusing building up in my eyes. She turned and met my gaze. "I know who you are."

"M... my name is Salem," I said, the confusing slipping to my voice.

"You're Negan's daughter, aren't you?" She asked with a snarl, turning back face Carl.

"Y.... yes."

"He was muttering words about you, Salem. He wished you were "right with him" and that you could "kiss him again" and.... and....." By now, tears were swelling into her eyes. She looked at me again. "He's my boyfriend."

My heart dropped.

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I sat face to face with a dark-eyed man. He continued to look me up and down as I scanned his eyes. This was their leader, Rick Grimes, who barely spoke until...

"What's your name?" His voice was fierce and cut into me. He seemed furious, and I would've been, too, if my enemy dropped his daughter off at my home with my people.

I gulped a little too loudly. "I.... I'm Sa.. Salem," my voice managed to waver. My eyes were filled with burning tears of fear and my hair covered my flushed face as creeks were heard from the walls.

Rick stood silently, then swiftly he grabbed the back of my chair and tilted me down.
"Why the hell are you here?!" He screamed, shaking my chair wildly.

I had no response, and I was so afraid my heart pounded against my chest wildly. Maybe even he could here it.

"I want you to answer me or I'm going to beat the shit out of you!" He screamed, making me shiver and squirm.

"Please stop," I whispered, tears running down my cheeks.

"Tell me now!"

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"Oh, Salem, baby. Why must you fight me?" He said with a smirk.

"Daddy? Why is mommy on the ground?"

"Don't question things." His voice cracked.

"There's blood!"

"It's okay, honey." He cooed.

My attention turned to the barbed wired bat. "D.... daddy, you....?"

He put it away. "Of course not honey."

"You killed her!" I took off towards the neighbors but was swooped up and carried back to the house, my cries echoing through the neighborhood.

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"I wanted to come!" I squealed. "Someone you might know, Carl! He told me to come! He'd been with me the whole time!" Tears came steaming down my face harder than before.

His face turned flat as I heard the door open, someone rushed in and I felt my heart drop. It was Carl. In a wheelchair.
He stared at me with lovable eyes as he was being pushed by the girl who talked to me a couple days before this event.
But there he was. Giving me his sweet smile that calmed me as Rick had his fist almost to my face.

"Dad?" Carl whispered in awe.

Rick is his dad.

"Dad! What the hell are you doing?!" He jumped out of his wheelchair, and the look on his face just showed he was in deep pain, but he came behind me and began to help me up.

His dad only watched him, his eyes solid and dull, full of sadness and regrets. I stumbled out of the chair and grasped onto Carl, with my hands and my lips. He kissed me back, but not just a regular kiss, a tongue swirling kiss, and I felt warm. He let go and the look in his eyes, caring and reassuring, made me kiss him again. I let go and we both took deep breaths.
After the rejoice of us, I helped Carl back in the wheelchair without the girl's approval. She just rolled her eyes at me and I only let it go. I didn't need her, I had Carl.

"Dad, what were you doing to her?" Carl asked, Rick shivering with petrified eyes.

"Nothing, Carl." I said, trying to make Rick feel better. I don't mind not being cared for, I only protect the ones who need to be protected. "It's nothing important....."

Carl only locked his eyes on his dad harder. "Dad! What were you doing?"

"Carl, it's okay!"

"No, it's not! He was going to hurt you!"

"It's okay! I'm okay!" I cried, tears running down my cheeks again and my voice wavered.

"Dad! Tell me!"

"It's okay!"

"Shut the hell up and let him tell me!"

The voice echoed through the walls, and my heart dropped to my feet. With small tears, I ran out of the shed. The strong wind blew to my face, and with my heavy breaths it stung my throat. I continued to run until I spotted Maggie on the watchtower. By this point my arms and legs felt like jello, but I climbed up the steps.
Maggie watched me with worried eyes as I grasped onto her tightly, tears making her white shirt damp.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked softly.

"Your leader...." I whispered.

"Rick?"

I couldn't breathe, my breath was heavy and I kept hiccuping. Maggie sat down and put me on her lap, tears streaming down my eyes. "What did he do to you?" She asked.

"N... nothing! Please don't get mad at him!" I cried, and Maggie looked confused.

"Salem, honey, if he did something bad you need to tell me."

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"Salem, honey," his voice cut deep into my heart and wrapped around it.

"Daddy, please leave me alone! I won't tell anyone about mommy!"

"Who's to tell? This world has gone to shit and no one's 'round anymore, honey."

"Please don't hurt me......" I whispered.

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"Please don't hurt me......" I whispered, tight in Maggie's grasp.

I felt Maggie's warm breath on my brumal neck. It felt perspiring, and I didn't want it to stop. "Carl!" I screamed, jumping out of Maggie's arms and on my hands and knees. Maggie held onto my stomach and lifted me.
I watched as Carl came out in the wheelchair, his dad now pushing him. Maggie held my hands and walked me down the steps.
My heart pounded against my chest as I ran to Carl, I jumped into the wheelchair with him and began to kiss him.

"I love you so much," I said.

"I love you too, Salem." He said.

Just as the the name Salem escaped his mouth, a scream "SALEM" rose from the gates. There was a shadow, my dad, with Lucille, banging on the wooden gates.

"Eenie, meenie, minee, moe." His cruel voice echoed. "You. Are. It."

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Wow. That was a lot to write😂😂. But anyway, seriously, this is the mid-seasons finale of this book! I'll beginning back in early February or late January for the other half of the book. I hope you guys enjoyed this story so far and I can't wait to write more! Thanks so much for reading so far! 😊💓