..Carl Grimes..

You are Negan's daughter, a Smith. You were practically hated by the communities that the Saviors and your father had under control, just for being a Smith. That didn't matter much to you, you avoided going to the communities with your father to get the supplies they had to collect for you, you stayed in the sanctuary and sometimes you went out to the forest, only the surroundings because Negan didn't allow you to go further.

Today was one of those days where you were bored, so you went out hunting with your bow. You had been out for an hour or so already, and you had a few squirrels hanging from your belt, now you were aiming at a rabbit that had stopped to drink from a stream, you were so focused that when you felt yourself being thrown to the ground and you dropped your bow a shiver ran through you.

You complained at the blow, but quickly tried to grab your bow again but someone kicked it away from you, and stood over you. You looked up, as soon as you did a weapon was placed on your forehead

You are Negan's daughter, a Smith. You were practically hated by the communities that the Saviors and your father had under control, just for being a Smith. That didn't matter much to you, you avoided going to the communities with your father to get the supplies they had to collect for you, you stayed in the sanctuary and sometimes you went out to the forest, only the surroundings because Negan didn't allow you to go further.

Today was one of those days where you were bored, so you went out hunting with your bow. You had been out for an hour or so already, and you had a few squirrels hanging from your belt, now you were aiming at a rabbit that had stopped to drink from a stream, you were so focused that when you felt yourself being thrown to the ground and you dropped your bow a shiver ran through you.

You whined at the blow, but quickly tried to grab your bow again but someone kicked it away from you, and stood over you. You looked up, as soon as you did a weapon was placed on your forehead, by who? By Carl.

"I should kill you, to prevent you from doing the same thing your father did to MY friends." He muttered, looking at you with anger for your father's actions, and at the same time something else that you couldn't detect. You knew he hated you just for being Negan's daughter, but you didn't think it would reach this level.