Savage World •••Daryl Dixon•••

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"Get yer ass up, little bitch!" Snarled one of the multitude of Saviors as he lunged forward to yank the small blonde upright so she faced Negan. Both the bat wielding man and the Dixon shouted for the Savior to stop, but it was too late. Large hands clamped down on her hair to drag her upwards, throwing the girl into a blind fit of utter terror. Asher yanked herself away from his grip- losing a good few strands of hair at her race to be free- and scrambled in the only clear path she could find. Stumbling over Abraham's corpse, hands grabbed at her ankles as the attacking Savior jumped forward to drag her back.

"Why won't you leave me alone?!" The man's hands around her ankles vanished and Asher drug herself away before collapsing to the dirt to become a tight ball of terror and tears. Negan glared at the faceless Savior he removed from the teen, the man gulping audibly at the look he saw.

"I'll deal with you later." Negan shoved the man backwards before turning towards the trembling little girl in the dust. Asher tucked her knees to her chest with both arms protecting her head and neck.

"Damn someone did quite the number on ya, didn't they?" He caught the pale flesh of the scars on the back of her neck, her memoir to Zero and her winter alone an eternity ago. "Well those are some gnarly little scratches. Where'd a little thing like you get scars like those?"

"Don't touch 'er!" Daryl snarls at the bat wielding maniac in hopes of taking his very unwanted gaze from his kid. He succeeded, Negan turned to face him with a wicked smirk and a low whistle.

"I take it she's yours?" The Dixon ground his teeth and glared defiantly at the crouching man a few feet away, fighting off the urge to focus everything he had on his daughter's meltdown. "Yeah, I see it in ya. She's yours. You do that to her neck too?" Daryl reacted just like he had done when T-Dog tried to imply the same situation, he lunged forward and cracked his fist into Negan's jaw with a loud and animalistic growl.

"You shut yer goddamn mouth! The last asshole who tried that shit is dead!" A few Saviors jumped forward to subdue the enraged biker. It took almost four men to put him back on his knees while their leader recovered from the blow to his face.

"I will shut that shit down!" The lead Savior pushed to his feet with one last look at Asher still curled up and hyperventilating into the dusty grass. She tried her hardest to force herself to calm down, to act strong- like Dixie and Abraham. But Abraham was dead and it was his fault. Joshua Whitman. Wait, that wasn't his name... Negan.

"Boys, load her up. Up front with me." The man with the handlebar mustache and two others stepped obediently forward but we're quick to pause. Nobody could tell whether it was the sharply pointed look Negan have them or the death threats Daryl snarled out as he strained against his four captors that made the halt.

"You touch her and I swear I will hunt you down and gut you open fer the walkers!" No matter what the Dixon threatened to do to them they ignored him and looked instead to Negan for whatever conditions he was about to issue.

"Nice and gentle, understood?"