I don't really work on a lot of my own fanfictions anymore since I do commissions mostly these days, but my friend _Cherokee_Rose_ and I have been working on a Walking Dead RP and I couldn't help but want to organize our posts and turn it into a fanfic since we both love the way it progressed.

Daryl x OC (Lily)

Negan x OC (Aria)

It will be rated M for future chapters! This was strictly just for fun and I'm so glad I have such an amazing RP partner that lets me be a crazy fangirl!

Negan's daughter, Lily, is inspired by Lili Reinhart

Aria Capleton is inspired by Nina Dobrev

Damn it all, where the hell did that girl run off to now?! Negan's little princess was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in her room, she wasn't in the dining hall, and she wasn't roaming around anywhere within the gates of the Sanctuary. If Dwight didn't find her soon, his ass was going to get roasted in the furnace just like his face had already done. Between slowly breaking Daryl's spirit and keeping a close watch on Negan's daughter, it felt like all he had been doing lately was babysitting. He had so much shit to get done but first things first-he needed to find Lily and bring her back to her room before the big man himself noticed that the sanctuary was lacking in her "delightful" presence. In fact, he needed to find her before anyone realized she was missing. The walls had eyes and ears everywhere. Even if he did find her in the next ten minutes, if Negan caught wind that Dwight had even just temporarily lost sight of her, he'd be royally screwed. There was only one person on the Sanctuary grounds that Dwight could trust not to say anything and help him locate the pesky girl quickly.

"Come on. I have a special job for you," Dwight growled out as he reached out and seized Daryl's shoulder, dragging the newest prisoner with him as he made his way towards the back gates of the Saviors' headquarters. He had to be as sneaky as possible so no one would catch a glimpse of him taking the new guy off property. Daryl merely grunted as Dwight dragged him out the gates and towards the woods without being noticed by any guards. His wrists were raw from the metal cuffs that bound his hands together, and his oversized jacket with the letter "A" on it was covered in dirt and blood from having wrestled with Walkers all afternoon to help build a protective barrier around the Sanctuary. Daryl couldn't help but stumble as Dwight forcefully dragged him along after yanking him away from his post.

"Here's what's going to happen," Dwight said in an aggravated tone. "You're going to help me find Negan's daughter. She has a tendency to sneak out but Negan's given me strict orders to prevent that from ever happening again. If I don't find her before Negan gets back, my whole damn head's going to be skewered up on the grill tonight. And unless you don't want to be fried up along with me, I suggest you cooperate." This was the first time Daryl had ever heard of Negan having a daughter. In fact, it almost surprised him to hear that a monster like him even had the heart to help bring a kid into this world, let alone care about their well-being. Then again, Daryl didn't know much about the guy other than the fact he was a sadistic bastard who had mercilessly murdered both Glenn and Abraham. Daryl had barely been locked up in the Sanctuary for a week but it was more than enough for him to know that Negan needed to die one way or another.

"I don't care if he kills me," Daryl sneered. "This sounds like it's your problem."

"If it's my problem then it's your problem, too, jackass," Dwight snapped back before promptly releasing his grip on the other male. "You don't get it. Negan will literally kill everyone if she's not home safe and sound by the time he gets back. I wouldn't be surprised if he goes off and burns Alexandria and the Hilltop to the ground as well. So do the whole world a goddamn favor and help me look for her. She couldn't have gone far. I'll go this way, and you go that way." He pulled out a gun from his holster and pointed it at Daryl's chin. "But I swear to god, if you try to run off I will fucking blow your brains out. I'm only asking you to help because finding her keeps all of us intact. Plus, if you end up finding her, I swear I'll never play Easy Street to wake you up again. And I'll actually give you some decent fucking food for once." It looked like he didn't have much of a choice. Even if he did try to run, the woods were crawling with Saviors patrolling the barrier. There were also plenty of Walkers that'd love to get to a hand-cuffed man first.

"Fine. If I don't find her in twenty minutes then I'll meet you back here." With that being said, the two men split up to search the woods for Negan's most prized possession.

Lily woke up at 5 a.m. sharp that morning. This was the only time of day she could successfully sneak out of the Sanctuary and get to her own personal "secret base", but she had to move quickly and quietly. After taking a shower and pulling her blonde hair into a high pony tail on top of her head, she slipped into a white t-shirt underneath a cute pair of short, denim overalls that only reached down to her thighs. Despite the fact her father always sported around in heavy black leather jackets, her style was far more cute and feminine even if it wasn't the kind of style that suited this dark and dreary world they lived in.

She had had enough of being inside the sanctuary walls again. She had also had enough of the men in this place; especially her father. She had been sheltered ever since this damn apocalypse begun. She was never allowed outside the gates without an escort and it was almost always Dwight who was the biggest creep of all. At least she could have a break from Dwight and the other men of the Sanctuary at her secret base. Knowing they'd all be asleep at this hour anyway, except for the cooks who were slaving away making breakfast, she crept out of her room, silently closing the door behind her. Her red converse gently tapped on the concrete floor beneath her as she peeked around every corner. Making sure no one was around, she tightened her grip on her bookbag and sprinted towards the entrance of the sanctuary. The sun was just beginning to rise and she hopped over the chain link fence that wasn't occupied by walkers over on the side of the building.

Sometimes she often wondered why her father ever did the inhumane things he did and Lily vowed never to be like him. She tended to take more after her mother, anyways since they had always been very close when she was growing up. Her father had always said that Lily was the spitting image of her with her blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes. Lily had always worn that little flower locket around her neck that her mother gave to her on her eighteenth birthday. It was in the shape of a white lily flower; the flower Lucille had named her daughter after since it was always her favorite. Sadly, Lily's eighteenth birthday was the last birthday she had with her mama but she made sure to preserve the memory of her by remaining kind and gentle even in this distorted world.

Lucille was a very kind woman but her daddy wasn't. Two total opposites. Well, her father had been a long time ago but that changed when he stopped being faithful to his wife and turned to things like alcohol and debauchery for enjoyment in life. Lily would never forgive him for that. She never forgot that day in the hospital when her mama took her last breath and turned into a walker right before her and her father's eyes. In a frenzy, Negan had made an innocent boy put her out of her misery because he couldn't do it himself. Lily thought about things like that all the time, and although she tried to hide it from her father, she knew he still wished she would open up to him. Every time he did something rash, it just made Lily want to shrink further away from him. He may had been a pretty shitty father and husband before the apocalypse, but he was still a human. And yet, even that had changed over time as Negan took over various communities to make himself king of the new world. The amount of blood on his hands could fill up an entire river and he showed no signs of stopping. While she was nothing like him and had never hurt a single living person before, being a prisoner in the home built on the suffering of others made her just as bad. At least she had her secret base off the Sanctuary's premises where she could forget who her father was and a place where she could just be herself without any Saviors looming over her shoulder and watching her every move.

Once she hopped over the gate, she walked her usual trail in the woods. She had to be careful. God, she had to be careful. Walking corpses still littered the woods even though most of the Saviors patrolled the area to take down stray walkers to keep them from building up. The less walkers there were near the Sanctuary, the less of a chance it would be for them to eventually swarm the place and overpower their sturdy walls. Walkers were also not the only thing Lily had to worry about, either.

She'd need to get back in time before anyone noticed she was gone. All hell would break loose if Negan found out his daughter was lacking in supervision, and it'd be even worse if he knew about her secret rendezvous through the woods. Although Lily made sure to never venture too far away out of fear of the undead, just being out here put her at risk. Negan was never okay with Lily being anywhere remotely near danger which was why he mostly had her locked up in her room where he knew she'd be free from harm.

Lily knew her dad was still gone from making arrangements with Hilltop since he always left before she woke up. Dwight usually knocked on her door around noon with lunch to which she always told him she was perfectly capable of getting lunch herself. She didn't want servants and she especially didn't want someone like Dwight pretending he was her babysitter. She'd maybe have a few hours to herself before Dwight came to bring her lunch but that would be plenty of time for her to enjoy some peace and quiet by herself where could she pretend she was just a normal girl and not the daughter of some high-strung, narcissistic psychopath.

Pulling out her machete from her bag, the blonde made sure to be wary of her surroundings. She could see her secret base just up ahead and a sense of calm immediately washed over her. It was just an old treehouse in an oaktree in the middle of the woods but it meant the world to her and was the only place she could call her own. Obviously, someone must have built it for their kids before the world went to shit, and she always wondered what happened to the family that used to own it. It must have been their hideaway, just like it was hers now. She normally went up to the treehouse to go up there to paint or listen to an cd player she'd found tucked away in a chest in the treehouse along with some old posters she had hung on the wall. Most of them were band posters. Things like The Backstreet Boys and New Kids on the Block. She was amazed that she had even found things like that just tucked away in a cute little treehouse in the wood. In that treehouse she could decorate it how she wanted, she could do whatever she wanted, and she didn't have to answer to anyone. Her sweet little haven.

Lily hurried towards the oak tree but hadn't noticed the big tree root poking out of the ground. She stumbled over it clumsily, landing directly in the dirt face first. Normally falling in the woods wouldn't do much damage beyond a few dirty scrapes, or at worst a twisted ankle. But Lily, unfortunately, had the worst luck out of anyone she knew.

The tree root had caused her to trip but she had fallen onto a discarded piece of wood that had been staked into the ground, its sharp edge pointing straight up. She hadn't seen the root nor the erect, sharp piece of lumber until it was too late. It pierced through her skin, stabbing her right in the knee and slicing through her skin as she shifted around. Lily hadn't meant to, but the sharp pain that shot through her leg caused her to let out a shriek of surprise. She quickly examined the wound, cringing as blood trickled down from her gash.

She was hissing in pain to keep herself from screaming while she plucked out the chipped shards of wood that were sticking out of her leg like spikes on a porcupine. Fuck, it hurt so badly and it took all her strength to keep herself from crying. All she wanted was a peaceful morning to herself in the treehouse without Dwight pestering her or the other men in the Sanctuary leering at her like she was a piece of meat, but she had done screwed up and gotten herself hurt. It hurt like a bitch but that was the least of her problems. Once daddy found out Lily had somehow gotten injured, he would tighten up security around her and increase her bodyguards.

"Shit, shit, shit," she cussed to herself, trying to stand up. She had a basic first aid kit up in her base but it looked like she'd need something stronger to close up the wound, like stitches. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she hobbled towards the big oak tree, regretting ever leaving the Sanctuary that day.

The rustling of some nearby bushes made Lily's heart stop. She didn't even have time to panic before a limping corpse appeared behind the oak tree, its long arms outstretched in her direction. Its eyeballs had rotted out and the monster's jaw had long since fallen off with a set of upper teeth attached to its decaying face. It still managed to growl as it hobbled towards her, and Lily's cheeks turned as pale as the sheets on her bed. She took a step back and was met with another surge of intense pain in her knee, but if she didn't get out of there fast, she was bound to be hurting in a lot more places than just that.

Lily quickly bent down to scoop up the machete she had dropped during her fall. She hadn't really had to fight off many walkers before since her dad had always protected her from them himself with the trusted bat he had never after her mom, but she was still confident she could take out the walker with her machete. That confidence quickly disappeared when a few more shadows stumbled out from behind the trees, each one missing a fair amount of skin, bones, and limbs as they walked towards her with sluggish movements.

Her scream must have alerted them to her location. In seconds, she was being pursued by six sluggish corpses, each one with an animalistic need to feed. She'd be the first thing on their menu if she didn't hurry up and forget the pain from her defective knee and haul her ass out of there. One walker would be easy enough to take down. But six?! No way! She sprinted away as fast as she could, heading towards the riverside. Lily knew that if she found the small creek, she could easily find her way back to the Sanctuary no matter how deep she had venture forth.

Ignoring the searing pain in her leg, Lily pushed her way through the thick foliage of the forest and made sure her pace was faster than the limping walkers behind her that were still hot on her trail. This was all so stupid. She should have been paying more attention to everything. If she ended up getting ripped apart by those hungry, lifeless scavengers, it would be her own damn fault for wandering through the endless maze of trees alone and without protection.

By the time Lily was almost out of breath, she had already caught a glimpse of the small creek that she had always used as a marker to find her way through the woods. As luck would have it, there was an old hollowed out tree along the bank. Walkers weren't the brightest of creatures and wouldn't be able to tell where she was as long as she didn't make a sound, so the injured girl darted towards the thick tree and wedged herself into the opening of its trunk. It was barely big enough for her to squeeze herself inside, but it was much better than blindly opening herself up to an attack. Hopefully she could hide out there until the walkers wandered away so she could make her way back to her treehouse and tend to her injured knee before going back to the Sanctuary.