I Will Fight for You

Chapter 1

Milo Everrett was Negan's daughter, and Rick Grimes's niece. She doesn't really know her uncle that well. Her Dad and her uncle didn't get along very well, and this caused her Mum to shut out her only sibling out. And now that the world has turned to s**t, they didn't know if Rick was even alive.

Milo's Mum had died from a car acciedent when Milo was 10 years old. Her uncle had come to the funeral and briefly talked to Milo, but didn't stick around for very long. They didn't see each other again until Milo's high school graduation, and again he once again only spoke to her very briefly.

Now, Negan and his group are after another group, and Milo and him were about to meet the leader.

"Dad, you're not going to be too harsh with thisgroup, are you? I mean, we're all trying to survive in this shitty ass world. If one can't get along, why can't we just leave each other alone?" Milo asked.

"Oh honey, you're so sweet and inoccent, just like your Momma was," Negan said with a chuckle and he gave Milo a side hug. "It's survival of the fittest. It's kill or be killed. Take, or be taken from."

"But—"

"I know, it's harsh, but it's the way of the world now. I'll be damned if something or someone should hurt you, the only remider of your mother have," Negan said.

"I understand, but I don't want you to hurt people just on the off chance that they might hurt me," Milo tried reasoning with her Dad. Ever since the world had turned to s**t, her Dad had drastically changed and Milo didn't like it.

"Milo, with how beautiful , angelica, and innocent you are, you get hurt isn't a might, it's a matter of when," Negan said. "And I'm not willing to let that become a reality. End of discussion."

All Milo could do was let out a frusturated sigh, crossed her arms, and just stare out of the window of the moving RV.

"I'm sorry, babygirl, that it has to be this way. I really wish it didn't, honestly." Negan grabbed Milo's hand and gave it a squeeze, while giving her a look of sadness. This is not how his babygirl should be living her young adult years. She'd just graduated high school when the world had ended, and now she's 24. She barely got to liv her life — going to college, parties, all the fun stuff that kids her age usually do. Hell, she never even had a boyfriend as far as Negan knew, stating she'd rather focus on school because she'd have time for boys later. now she may never get the chanc to experience having a relationship like that. It was Negan's turn to let out a sad and frusturated sigh.

Without looking at him him, Milo squeezed his hand in return. "We'll get through this Dad. We gotta."

By the the time they'd reached the meetingspot where Negan had told Simon to gather the enemy group's leadeer and represenitive, it was pitch black outside. Simon had had his group set up battery operated spot light; that along with the dim light from all the vehicles' headlights, gave the area an eerie look.

When they parked, Negan told Milo to stay in the RV while he dealt with the rebels.

"Dad I—" Milo began.

"I said stay!" Negan snapped

Milo subconsciously shrank away fom him. He'd never snapped or even remotely raised his voice at her.

Negan just stepped of the RV and slammed the door.

Milo curled. up on the bench and wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees to her chest, as she listened to her Dad taunted the groups inside.

She couldn't hear exactly what exactly was being said, but could hear the tauting tine in her Dad's voice.

Suddenly she heard a voice she recognized, and she was honestly surprised that her Dad didn't seem to recognize the voice. She quickly got up, ran to the door, threw it open. She scanned the group her Dad was holding hostage. Her eyes fell on the one she was looking for; "Uncle Rick!" she yelled, ran to her uncle uncle, fell to her knees, and threw her arms around Rick's neck.

"Milo?" Rick sniffled in a surprised whisper..

"Uncle Rick! I thought you were dead!" Milo exclaimed, crying.

"Milo! I told you to stay in the RV!" Negan snapped.

"NO! I won't let you hurt Uncle Rick, nor his people! Dad, this has to stop! Please!" Milo begged. She turned around fully facing her Dad, standing defiantly with her arms crossed.

"Simon! Grab Milo and hold her — without hurting her — so she's out of the way!" Negan called.

"Gothcha boss." Simon did as he was instructed.

"No! Let me go!" Milo screamed, fighting against Simon's hold on her.

Negan proceeded to taunt Rick's croup, then went and bashed in the head of the tall ginger-haired man.

"No!" Milo screamed. "Please Daddy, STOP!"

Negan just chuckled and ignored her.

A redneck in a biker vest with white angel wings ran up, punching Negan in the jaw.

One of the guys went to shoot him, but finally broke free from Simon's grasp, and threw herself in between the redneck-biker and the would be shooter.

"Hold your fire!" Negan yelled when he saw what was happening.

Milo gasped in surprise and staggered backwards, falling.

The redneck-biker caught her and immediately began putting pressure on Milo's stomach would.

"Why'd ye' do that?" he asked. "Ye' didn' 'ave'ta do that!"

"It wasn't supposed to be this way," Milo gasped.

Simon shot the guy who had shot MIlo.

"This is your fault!" Negan yelled at the man holing his daughter. As retaliation, he swung his bat and smashed in the head of a Korean kid.

Rick and his group are screaming and sobbing after being forced to watch the gruesome deaths of two of their friends — family members.

"I'm — s—s—so s—s—s—sor—ry," Milo choked out, with tears slipping down her face.

"Shhhh. ye' got nofin ta be sorry fer," the man whispered.

"Milo!" Rick yelled and ran to his niece's side.

"Rick! Give me yer jacket! Gotta use somfin ta stop the bleedin' "the man said.

Rick took off his jacket, but instead of handing it to the man, je took his shirt off , giving that to the man to use.

The man used the shirt to stop try and soak up the blood that was seeping from the GSW.

"Come on kid, don't give up. Ye' gonna be jes' fine. Please, fight."

"Daryl! Keep preasure on the wound, don't let up, I'm going to —" RIck began.

"Milo!" Negan ran over to Milo , and shoved Rick out of the way. "Look what you did!" he snapped at Daryl.

"Negan! You did this! You killed our friend and when Daryl retaliated, you killed another! It was YOUR man who pulled the trigger!" Rick yelled.

"Give her to me!"

"I can't. If I take any pressure off, she's gonna bleed out." Daryl said. "She needs a doctor.

"You're coming with us! The rest of you go, now!" Negan yelled.

"No! Daryl stays!" Rick argued.

"It's alright, I told ye' I can't take no pressure off. She'd bleed out." Daryl reassured Rick and his group. "Don't want ye' ta lose your niece."

Rick nodded.

Daryl nodded in return.

Together, Negan, Simon, and Daryl carried Milo to the RV. Daryl kept Milo sitting upright, leaning with her back against his chest, his hands keeping preassure on her GSW.

"How's she doing?" Negan asked .

"She ain't lookin' too good. She's losin' a lotta blood too quickly." Daryl informed.

Upon hearing that, Negan put pedal to the medal, not caring about anything but getting his daughter home and to a doctor. He ran over so manyt walkers even almost getting stuck by a pile of them, but that didn't slow him down.

"Hey, what's her name? I need to try and keep her awake," Daryl asked (He'd been so wrapped up in stopping her bleeding, that he wasn't paying any attention to what Negan and Rick had been shouting at each other.)

"Milo," Negan said through gritted teeth. If it had been any toher situation where Milo wasn't dying, he would've told the redneck-biker to f**k off.

"Hey Milo, ya gotta stay awake. Ya Daddy needs ua; and IO can tell he cares a lot. So don't go to sleep yet," Daryl talked to lowly and gently.

"If....ya wanted....to keep....me....awake....don't talk....to me....like....that....too....calming," Milo said with the faintest of smiles.

Daryl chuckled. "Do ya wan/ me to yell at ya?" he joked.

"N—no....just....don't t—talk....s—so....l—l—l—low ....and....qui—quietly," Milo tried to laugh, but groaned because is hurt too much.

"Easy, shhhh," Daryl soothed.

"I d—don't w—wa—want t—t—t—ta go," Milo whispered. Tears slowly ran down her face.

"Shhhh, ya ain't gonna go no where. Ya gonna be alright," Daryl said as he brushed her tears away with the pad of his thumb.

"I c—c—can't —"Milo slowly lost consciousness.

"How much longer til ya get to the doc?! She ain't lastin' too much longer!" Daryl yelled.

"We're here! Simon go get the doc and a stretcher!" Negan yelled.

Simon ran off quickly to do what he was instructed.

In a little less that than a minute, Simon came back with the doc and a stretcher.

All four of them placed Mil on the stretcher, and workked together to get her to the medbay.

"Hurry up and do somefin ta help 'er!" Daryl yelled at the doc once they'd gotten into thje medbay.

"I have to look and see of I can find the bullet, but that's after we get her shirt off," the doc said.

"Hurry up then!" Daryl yelled.

"Simon, please get him out of here. I cannot work with him yelling like a madman!"

Simon dragged a struggling Daryl out into the hallway.

While flailing, Daryl had nailed Simon with an elbow to the jaw.

Simon then took it upon himself to teach Dqaryl some manners, so he punched an unsuspecting Daryl in the gut, and when he doubled over, Simon kneed Daryl in the face. "Stop acting like you got a right to be in there, like you know her!

"It's your fault she's in there, and you just met her tonight!" Simon kicked the still stunned Daryl in the ribs, causing Daryl to let out a pained groan.

This excited Simon, for he loved to see his victims in pain, and he took it upon himself to really teach Daryl a lesson he'd never forget, and continued to kck the s**t out of Daryl.

Negan heard the commotion, and stepped into the hallway to figure outwhat was going on. "Simon! Enough!"

Simon, in his own world of sadistic pleasure, didn't hear Negan's command. He continued to kick a barely conscious, and very bloody Daryl.

Negan yelled for two guards to drag Simon way and lock him up until he calmed down and Negan could deal with him.

With the help of two other guards, Negan carried Daryl into the medbay and laid him on a bed.

"Good god! What the hell happened to him?" the doc working on Milo asked.

"Simon took it upon himself to show him who's boss, instead of letting me deal with it," Negan snapped in frustration. "How's Milo?"

"She's not out of the woods yet, but she is stable. Whoever immediate took action of getting the bullet out and keeping pressure on the wound definately saved her life," the doc informed Negan.

Negan looked at Daryl. "Fix him up doc, I owe him for saving my daughter.

The doc hid a smile, and without another word, began tending to Daryl.