The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Carl Grimes] Little Melancholy

PROMPT:
You are Dwight's daughter- and sadly, troubled past or not, part of Rick's plan against the Saviours.
[incredibly long but worth it!]
[important note for imagine: this imagine is going to be very different. I'm branching away from the television show and totally making up stuff. I will be using references from the walking dead comics mostly, and characters that we haven't seen in the television show but are in the comics. I will post pictures of the comic versions of the characters below so you can imagine them. This imagine is also very dark. It includes mild swearing, mention of rape and abuse- it's very sad- but purely made up. This is my idea and I hope you all enjoy. P-S, this imagine focusses more on YOUR apocalypse life than your relationship with Carl, so if you want fluff this might not be the best one to read...but give it a go! Enjoy :)]
[**** means time jump or setting change]
[will include a preface to make things more understandable]

DWIGHT
[imagine him without the burned face, we'll get to that (;]

EZEKIEL

SHERRY

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The girl sat at the hard metal desk, with her long locks sitting on her shoulders, looking silky and smooth.
In one hand she held a doll, with pale skin and rosy red cheeks, in the other she held a hairbrush, which she used to brush the dolls hair.
The room was dark and silent, so the sound of the door creaking open was heard easily. She turned her head, looking at the tall thick man standing by the arch of the door.
"Oh." She whispered. "My dad isn't back from his run yet. I'm sorry." The girl told the man. He grinned at her, which sent all kinds of off feelings through to the girl.
"It's okay sweetheart, I'm hear to see you."
And the man stepped inside of the room.
Nobody heard the screams- nobody noticed the havoc. All seemed the same in the complex. Everything worked the same- that was...except for the girl. Who would never be the same.
*
"Y/n?" Dwight called, stepping into the room he shared with his daughter.
"Dad?" She called back. Somehow, her voice sounded lighter. Different. He flicked on the light.
"Got some great supplies today. Negan's gonna be real happy-" but before he could finish his sentence, the lump in his throat got too large to talk. His voice hitched in his throat. His daughter sat against her bed, covered in blood and scratches.
"Dad?" She called again, a single tear making its way down her cheek.
"Somebody came by. Somebody hurt me."
And he felt his heart drop. He felt his entire world fall into oblivion. Dwight's worst nightmare had come true. His daughter had been hurt.
*
"I need to talk to Sherry!" Dwight demanded, banging his fists against the wooden door. In front of the door stood Amanda, one of Negan's many wives.
"Listen Dwight. I know she used to be your wife and everything...but if Negan catches you round here you'll both be in big trouble." Amanda primped herself, her hair falling into pretty locks by her shoulders.
"This isn't about me, dammit. This is about our daughter. Y/n." Dwight stepped aside, revealing, Y/n, who looked in hells end.
Amanda stepped back. She'd immediately figured out just what had happened to the girl.
"I'll go get Sherry now." She stuttered, disappearing back into Negan's lounge with the rest of his wives.
In a matter of seconds, Sherry, Y/n's mother and Dwight's former wife stepped to the door. Her eyes passed right by Dwight and to her daughter.
"What happened to her?!" She exclaimed, kneeling down beside Y/n. She searched her daughters body for wounds- but found only scratches and red marks.
"What the hell do you think happened?! One of those assholes came in while I was on a run. Boy, when I find out who did this-"
"Shut up." Sherry instructed, her eyes tearing up. "We have to figure this out."
Sherry sat in silence, her eyes fixated on a scratch on Y/n's arm as she thought things through.
"Bring her inside." She told him. Dwight took his daughter by the shoulders, pulling her into the lounge. Inside, woman lounged around, wearing lingerie and stiletto heals. The room fumed with makeup and perfumes.
Sherry brought the two of them into a bathroom by the end of the room. She shut the door behind them, picking up a pair of rusted scissors from the sink. She kneeled beside Y/n once more.
"Sweetheart...I know you won't like this- but we have to do this so you'll be safe. You have such pretty hair. So long. It will grow back- I promise, we just need you to be safe. For now." Sherry whispers, tears streaming down her eyes. Y/n stands emotionless, staring at the metal walls of the bathroom.
Sherry then begins cutting at her daughters hair- and all Y/n can do is watch as the long locks fall into the sink basin.
"I want you get her bandages and an old shirt with some jeans. Yours, not hers."
Dwight nodded, leaving the room.
"We're going to make it so nobody will hurt you. I promise."