This is my very first fan fiction, so comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

The world was dark. At least, that's what it seemed like when I finally came to.

My eyes felt heavy, and my head was pounding from where I had been hit. I could still faintly taste the blood that was still in my mouth, and with that, memories from earlier started to resurface.

"Now you're gonna be a good girl, correct?"

Lying practically lifeless on the ground, I'm too weak to tell him to go fuck himself with a rod iron.

I begin to push myself up, but within a split second a steal toed boot collides with my face and I'm lying in the dirt again, too weak to even yell out because of the pain.

I slight jerk pushes me out of my reverie.

Slowly I open my eyes, but everything around me remains black. I blink a couple times, but still everything is dark.

Where the hell am I?

I begin to move, and instantly regret it as pain courses through my entire body.

Fucker did a good job on me. Surprised I'm no dead. What a shame…

My ears pick up laughter from somewhere.

Trying to ignore the pain, I attempt to move once again, and find that my legs hit something after moving only two inches at most. Confused, I try to move my hands but find that they're tied behind my back.

Panic starts to rise within my chest, and I can feel the vomit stuck in my throat as I try to hold myself together. Just then another memory comes to me.

"Where should we throw her body, boss?"

"We''ll drop her off at Alexandria. Give Rick and the rest of them a little reminder, just to keep them on their toes. Throw her in the trunk and we'll head out."

Light bulbs started going off in my head one by one.

I'm in the trunk of a car, heading somewhere called Alexandria. I heard him talking about it before, but he never went into detail what it was.

He beat me. All because I gave my food to a kid who could've passed for a walker. I remember him knocking the food out of the kid's hand and smacking him around a bit. I got between him and the kid, and got a couple good punches on him before his men were on top of me. At this point I was seeing red and hadn't fully realized what I had done. That was, until his boot collided with my jaw.

The events of what must've only been a couple hours ago makes me cringe, and I swallow the bile that begins to come back up again. It feels as if my head is being split in two as slowly as fucking possible. Who knows, maybe that's what's happening.

Laughter fills the car once again, and with this I notice other sounds.

The sound of tires against gravel. The sound of the car engine that sounds like it could break down at any second. And faintly, I can hear the sound of walkers as we drive passed them.

Suddenly the car comes to a screeching stop which causes my head to smack against the trunk wall in front of me, intensifying the pain.

Asshole…

I can hear the sound of car doors opening and closing, and my anxiety begins to build and build until I'm wishing I was still unconscious. The sound of boots walking closer and closer to the trunk only further increases my anxiety, and I mentally prepare myself for what may happen.

Suddenly I'm encased in light and hands appear in my face, grabbing at me. My attempt to recoil from them is feeble and I'm roughly yanked from the trunk and thrown onto the ground. I keep my eyes closed, deciding that pretending to be dead is better then being awake.

His voice breaks my concentration as I hear him speak.

"Open the gate", he chuckles. God is laugh is sickening.

His laughter quickly dies as I'm assuming the gate does not open like he demands.

"Open the fucking gate!" All sick humor devoid from his voice.

A couple seconds later, a loud, shrill creaking noise appears followed by a low thud. I consider opening my eyes to see what's going on but quickly decide against it.

"Rick! How's it going?" He says.

"Negan." A rough voice says. "We weren't expecting you for another week."

Negan laughs, "If I didn't know you any better I would think you didn't want to see me, Rick."

The other man, who I now know as Rick, stays silent. Smart man.

The laughter that was in Negan's voice grows, and he says, "We brought a gift for you."

I feel hands on me once again and I'm lifted into the air, very roughly I might add. The pain intensifies but I will myself to stay conscious.

The men that are lifting me harshly drop me to the ground, and I hear Rick exclaim, "What the hell is this?"

"She's a little reminder, that's all." I can practically see the smile on Negan's face as he says this. Sadistic bastard…

Then a woman's voice cuts in, "You didn't have to beat the poor girl. Is she even alive?"

All of a sudden I feel something collide with my stomach and I instantly curl up and let out a small cry. Tears start to pool from my eyes, my iron wall starting to crumble away. The pain is just too much…

"See, she's alive. I only beat her a bit", Negan explains.

I hear scuffling, followed by Rick saying, "Michonne. Don't."

Negan chuckles quietly. "Might wanna get her in check, Rick. Or do I have to remind you people once again what I do when people fuck with me?"

A few, quiet seconds pass before Rick softly answers, "No."

"Good! I'm glad we got this all figured out. Now, take good care of her. If I find out she's dead we're gonna have problems", Negan says as he starts to walk away from where I'm laying on the ground.

A car door opens, but before it can close Rick hollers, "And why's that? Who is she?"

Please God…don't…

Negan says with a smile, "She's my daughter."

And with that he closes the car door and drives off, leaving me with people that most likely hate my father as much as I do.

This should end well.