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Bad Luck (DRABBLE)

Summary: A young teen leaves after being attacked by her own group verbally. She gets picked up by Negan. He put her back together and made her stronger than she was before. A true soldier.

Word Count: 710+

TW: Suicide Tendencies, Suicide Temptation

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There was a young girl who completely lost hope laying on the ground with their guns raised at her once but lowered. She had dried tears on her face cleaning the steak. She had a gun against her head with her lip trembling. She would rather be dead than anything else.

She was just weak, useless.

They lied to her that she was strong and useful whenever she was feeling down. They gave her false hope that she could encounter this world.

She was just a liability more than anything else. Just another mouth to feed.

A heartbroken teenager more than anything else, just a bullet away from ending her own life. She didn’t want to be tormented just like in the old world, knowing the remaining people alive are bad people with bad intentions.

With her eyes tightly clenching as tears ran down her dirty cheeks, there was a noise in front of her to see an older man with a salt and pepper beard. He kneels down to her level with a soft calm voice. “Hey there, kid.”

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Ever since the group she traveled with and stayed with majorly when everything went to shit. They lashed out at her and attacked her with her own insecurities – the old wounds in her whole being were ripped open once more.

She will never be enough. She is a waste of space who is better off dead than being deadweight to everyone else. All she wanted was acceptance and being wanted. All she ever wanted was to be loved.

When she thought, she had to only be abruptly awakened from her dream, as if someone pulled the rug from underneath her feet - to fall into the pure emptiness into the darkness. The loneliness with the dark feelings.

So she found it somewhere where she would be wanted and helped that let her reach her own potential with no fear of judgment. She had the potential to become an incredible soldier, just needed a push in the correct direction.

Negan applauded her for her acknowledgment of plants and herbs when asked about her favorite hobby letting her ramble off until she found herself talking too much. Immediately shutting up and apologizing, instead of him being annoyed. He was fully intrigued and wanted to know more – she was taken back but shared more interesting facts.

He makes her feel more wanted and loved. He gave her the confidence to use the strength that she already happened to put into fighting. He personally helped her to practice her combat training to only be surprised she already knew but she never had used all her other strengths into them. He noticed how soft her punches were in the beginning as if she was holding herself unwilling to hurt him. So he encourages her to strike harder and harder.

Over the months, she became a deadly soldier who handled their knives with poison and self-confidence. She became Negan’s little girl. Negan became like a father figure, she had never had. There are times, she does miss the archer from her previous who was like an older brother figure to her.

She had cut off her hair changing her hairstyle completely as a sign of turning a leaf - a new me. She was walking through the halls of the Santuctory with a lollipop hanging from her lip. Her two swords were strapped behind her back with throwing knives strapped to her waist.

She was looking particularly blond with a scar on the side of his face to find leading one of the prisons to their cell. She calls him out, causing the stranger prisoner to tense at the sound of her voice.

“Dwight, I did your stupid favor. Now pay up.” She walks up to the man who rolled his eyes and takes off the vest from his back. She snatches it from him with thank you very much to stare at the leather vest.

She was about to walk away until a hand reached out to her wrist and held her in place. She turns around to glare at the prisoner who had the audacity to touch her knowing Negan would cut off their hand on sight. “[Nickname].”

Her eyes widened and faltered with their glare, “Daryl.”

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