Note: This story is going to be somewhat AU. I may start to follow the storyline once season 7 begins, but who knows, I could continue down my own path with this story.

Summary: Every person who knew Negan was afraid of him, and she honestly didn't understand why. To her, he was very kind and loving. Then again, maybe that was because she was his daughter…

1. Who Are They?

Kehlani was alone, sitting in the middle of an empty room in the factory that she called home. She did that often, only because she didn't trust herself around others, not even her own boyfriend and daughter. The only person she trusted herself around was her father. She shouldn't have, though, and she knew that. After all, he was the one who made her feel that way.

She thought about her father a lot; about how they interacted together. They were two peas in a pod, and it had always been that way ever since she was a child. She was closer to him than she was to her mother. Her mother was a bitch; to her and to him. That's why she liked her father better. He allowed her to stay up late and play ping pong with him, while her mother forced her to study and go to bed extra early.

There was a knock on the door and she glanced over at it. The door opened and her boyfriend Chance walked in, their daughter sleeping in his arms. He walked towards her and sat down next to her.

"What do you want?" Kehlani asked.

Chance looked over at her. He was used to her acting like that. Even before the apocalypse started, she acted that way. "Axel has been talking to Dwight on the walkie-talkie. Your father is near that other colony. He's about to kill some people."

"With Lucille," she said. It wasn't a question. She was smart enough to know what weapon her father was going to use to kill someone.

Lucille was the love of her father's life. He named it after her mother. Lucille was a baseball bat, but she was special because she was wrapped up in barbed wire. Her wood was stained with the blood of her father's victims, and her barbed wire had chunks of brain matter and flesh.

She let out a sigh and stood up from the floor. She headed towards the door when Chance cleared his throat. She turned and cocked an eyebrow at him.

He stood up and held the baby out towards her. "She wants her mother."

"She's sleeping," she stated matter-of-factly.

Chance frowned. "Will you please just take her? Antoinette is your baby too, Kehlani."

She looked down at her sleeping child. How… How could she have given birth to such a well-behaved child when she herself was anything but well-behaved? It just didn't make any sense to her. Maybe in a few years, her baby would end up being just like her. No, she didn't want that. She wanted her daughter to be good, like Chance.

Kehlani reached out and took her child into her arms. Antoinette opened her eyes and looked up at her mother. She reached up with her little hand and touched her mother's chin. That would probably make any normal parent smile, but not Kehlani. She did smile sometimes, but not at things like that.

"Hi, Annie," she whispered to her daughter.

"Hi?" Chance spoke up. "Really, Kehlani? Hi? She's a baby. What, you think she's gonna say 'hi' back?"

Kehlani blinked a few times, then handed Antoinette back to Chance. "I'm going to talk to Axel to find out what my dad is doing."

Chance let out a frustrated sigh. "Yeah, you do that."

Kehlani walked out of the room and headed down the catwalk where numerous men were standing, looking over the edge. As she walked by, the men moved out of her way, knowing that if they bothered her in anyway they'd be in deep shit with her father. Before she walked down the stairs, she waited at the top to see if she could hear anything down below.

The walkie-talkie was on and blaring, but she wasn't exactly sure what was being said. There was some laughing and that confirmed it for her. It was a distinguished laugh, one that only came from her father, boisterous and loud.

She walked down the stairs and headed towards the small group of men that surrounded Axel and his walkie-talkie. She pushed her way to the middle and stepped in next to Axel, who had the walkie-talkie directly next to his ear.

Axel looked down at her and pulled the walkie-talkie away from his ear. "Your dad's got some people surrounded near the Hilltop. He's gonna kill one of them. Or at least, I think he's going to. He's having trouble deciding."

"Give it to me," Kehlani said, reaching for the walkie-talkie.

Axel handed it over and she listened closely. There was some whistling on the other end, and the sound of boots stomping in dirt. She almost handed the walkie-talkie back to Axel, when suddenly someone spoke.

"I simply cannot decide!" Her father's voice came through the walkie-talkie all fuzzy. "I got an idea!"

She and the rest of the group listened on as her father began to play the little 'eeny, meeny, miny, moe' game, probably shoving Lucille in all of his future victim's faces. When he said the final word of 'eeny, meeny, miny, moe,' he spoke up again.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start. You can breathe; you can blink; you can cry… Hell, your all gonna be doing that!"

After that, the sound of Lucille swishing through the wind and crashing into someone's skull filled everyone's ears. Kehlani smiled, then handed the walkie-talkie back to a seemingly sickened Axel.

"How can you smile at that?" Axel asked.

Kehlani looked up at him and shook her head. "You think that's bad? Just wait until he comes back here with the rest of them."