Maybe One Day [[Negan's Daughter x Carl Grimes]] «COMPLETED»

7

I walked around the compound, book in hand, in the early hours of the morning. The entire place was almost desolate, almost devoid of human life.

The occasional guard or worker was the only signifying that the compound wasn't abandoned.

The images the book was causing my brain to imagine really didn't help with the eerie vibe the Sanctuary had at night. I walked around and around the place in circles, struggling to read the words on the pages in the darkness.

The only sound was the light patters of my footsteps on the polished tile floors. I deemed it a personal victory every time I managed to complete a page of the book. My mind was racing with thoughts.

Why did I imagine Carl dying?

Why did I feel bad for him, more so than I did the ginger and Korean?

Why was I having those dreams?

What's going to happen at Alexandria today?

Is anyone else going to die?

Ugh, I couldn't handle it.

I followed the corridors for hours upon hours until the rays of the rising sun shone through the windows. I internally thanked whatever god there was, and slammed the book closed. 692 pages... Not bad.

I exited the building and stepped into the warm morning. The weather was, as predicted, quite hot, so I was thankful for making the wise decision of wearing shorts.

The yard was already starting to come alive, with workers beginning their daily duties. Guards began swapping watch, with the ones on the fence leaving and new ones replacing them within minutes.

I walked around outside for a few minutes, waiting for the time when I knew the breakfast rush would be over in the cafeteria. Dad always made sure some food was saved for me, and that I could push to the front of the line. But I hated doing that. It drew attention to me, and I felt as though I were just saying "Hi, I'm the daughter of a powerful man, that means I deserve to eat before you, and my life takes priority over yours." Yeah, not exactly what I wanted people to see me as.

After I saw more and more people filing out of the building, I decided the rush was over, and the day was beginning.

I sighed and held IT at my side as I made my way over to the cafeteria. The line was maybe a dozen people long at most, so I wasn't too mad.

One of the workers in front of me turned around. He saw who I was and did a double take, before averting his eyes to the ground. He asked me if I wanted to go in front of him, and that he didn't mind waiting. I immediately denied his request, and he looked very taken aback. Clearly he was new.

Finally, I was served a heavy helping of bland and thick oatmeal. I thanked the staff and went back to my room for a while. Whilst there, I rummaged through the mini fridge and cupboards I had, filled with food, snacks, drinks, and random things that dad had either found for me or just took from commissary without paying for them. I pulled out a bottle of maple syrup and a plastic tub filled with fresh berries from the gardens.

I brought them and my tray over to the small circular dining table in the corner of the room, and sat down on one of the three chairs. Honestly, I'm not sure why there were three chairs. There had never been more than two people sitting in them.

I popped open the syrup and drizzled it over the oatmeal, and sprinkled berries on top of that. Deciding it didn't look too disgusting now, I dug in. Honestly, it wasn't too bad. Thanks, dad.

Knock knock knock

"Its open!" I shouted out with a mouthful of food.