TWD ~ Daryl + Reader ~

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. . . 7 months ago . . .

It's been six months since Negan took over Hilltop and stole your brother from you. Every few weeks three people would drive a truck out to the satellite building and drop off half of the food that was grown in the gardens and some of the weapons that were made by the welders. Whenever there would be complaints from either side they would come to you. Though you could never do anything about them, all you could do is pass them on to Negan every three months when he would come to speak with you about the arrangement. However, that's not the only thing that keeps him coming back. Behind the closed doors of your room was a whole different story from what he told his men and what you were allowed to say.

Like every other time, Negan would come to Hilltop he blows his truck horn to signal for the gates to open. You watch as his truck drives through the gate making the dust fly. 

As you were told in the past you stay in your room, which is on the top floor of the Barrington House. You have a list of complaints on your desk, along with two glasses and a pitcher of water. A chill runs up your spine as you hear the slamming sound of the front door echo through the building. You walk towards your door and open it slightly, listening to your uncle greet Negan then to the heavy footsteps on the stairs. 

You back away from the door and situate yourself. Fixing the flower-covered dress that he brought you the last time he showed up. But even with it being a very modest dress all the things he could do flood your mind as you hear the steps get closer.

'These straps are so thin he could just slide them right off my shoulders.'  You tighten the straps. 'The bottom stops mid-thigh, he could easily lift it up and-'

Your mind goes blank as Negan walks through your room door and his eyes land on you. "Well, shit," he says drawing out both words as they leave his lips, "I didn't expect ya to wear that."

An almost normal smile appears on his lips as he kicks the door shut and starts walking towards you. "You brought it for me to wear."

"Well, yeah." He messed with your hair that isn't in its normal ponytail, "But seeing how good you look in it." He bites his lip as his dark brown eye peer into your's. "Makes me wonder how good you would look out of it."

He puts his hands on your upper arms and pulls you closer to him. The first time he did this you pushed yourself away from him and slapped him, that just made him smile more but he didn't do anything else. This time you let him keep you close even when his hands move to where one is on the small of your back and the other is on your left cheek. He's taller than you so he makes you look up at him as he moves his head closer. 

Your want to pull away yells at all of your muscles to move, but you knew that if you didn't give him something he wouldn't listen to the complaints and he wouldn't tell you about Andy. So, you let your hands rest on the chest of his leather jacket. 

"May I?" Your eyes widen a little at his question. 'Consent, he's asking for consent?' Your eyes drift from his to look at his lips and his scruffy face, then they go back to his eyes. "Yes."

He presses his lips onto yours as his eyes closed. Instead of the kiss being rough and forceful like you thought it would be, it's actually soft and warm. He doesn't try to force his tongue into your mouth or anything else of the sort. In the end you didn't mind the kiss. 

He slowly pulls his lips away from yours and opens his eyes to peer into your eyes once more. Your eyes are wide from the shock of the kiss not being like you thought. "Not what ya expected."

"No." He drops his arms from you and walks to the arm chair that sits behind your desk in the corner and plops down in it. He moves the chair back from the desk a little and pats his leg.