TWD ~ Daryl + Reader ~

Daryl

~ A/N: This chapter goes back a little bit, to when Negan and the saviors cornered Rick's group. It's going to skip around a bit. So just bear with me. ~

Meanwhile-

"So, take a damn look," each word is drawn out as it leaves Negan's lips, as he slightly tilts his bat towards Rosita. "Take a damn look!"

Without hesitation Daryl stands up from his spot next to Glenn and even with the gunshot on his right shoulder, he takes two big steps towards Negan and soccer punches him in the jaw. 

Within seconds of Daryl's fist making contact with Negan's face, Daryl was wrestled to the ground by a few of the other saviors. Andy is one of them. 

Daryl moved underneath their weight like an animal fighting to escape from a trap.

"No! Oh no." Negan hollers while trying to stay calm, with his left hand wiping at his lip, "That? Oh my-" He chuckles as he moves his bat in his hands, "That, is a no-no." Negan crouching down beside Daryl's head, looking right past Andy's shoulder, "The whole thing- not one bit of that shit flies here."

Dwight who has had his crossbow pointed at Daryl this whole time gets a little closer to him, with anger coursing through every part of his body. 

"Do you want me to do it?" Dwight takes a deep breath in and glances up at Negan then glares back down at Daryl, "Right here."

Daryl grunts under the weight of the men but manages to shift a little closer to Dwight. Daryl's eyes are full of hate and anger as his eyes look between Dwight and Negan, but they soften a little when they catch a glimpse of Andy. He notices the resemblance between Andy and you, your noses, and your hair color. But his eyes are pulled away from Andy as he reflexively pulls his head away from Negan who's moving his hair out of his eyes.

"No." Negan smirks up at Dwight, "No, you don't kill that, not until you try a little." Negan pushes on Daryl's face as he stands back up, "And anyway that's not how it works." Negan moves his head signaling for the guys to pull Daryl back to his stop in the half-circle.  "Now, I already told you, people, first one's free. Then what'd I say?" He looks around at all the people, some looking at him with anger and others looking elsewhere in disbelief. "I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions." Negan looks over at Daryl, then looks back around at the others. "Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with, but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you to know me. So, back to it."

Negan quickly puts his other hand on his bat, raises it above his head, and hammers down onto Glenn's head. The bat hit with so much force that Glenn's right eyeball slightly popped out of his head, with the top of his head cratered, and blood running down his face.

"No!" Maggie screeched.

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♪We're on easy street♪

♪And it feels so sweet♪

Daryl is startled awake by the same song he's heard for like the thousandth time since Negan made his men load him up in a truck and bring him here. The small room he is in less like a room more like a solitary confinement cell, with the only light coming from underneath the door. 

He sits naked against the sidewall of the room, with dirt and grime covering his skin from the uncleaned room. His eyes have adapted to the little source of light, which makes the blinding the light from the hallway outside unbearable when Dwight comes to harass him.

Dwight and Negan were both around earlier, trying to convince him to kneel and all of the tormenting and the solitary room would be gone. But Daryl would never give in.

His mind kept drifting back to Maggie's horrid yelp when Negan hit Glenn. Kept replaying him stupidly punching Negan. Kept going back to Abraham dead on the ground. Kept going back to the fear in your eyes that he never asked about, whenever you would talk about Negan.

He couldn't call himself Negan. Not after what he did. He would kill him. Kill him for killing Glenn and Abraham. Kill him for causing your eyes to fill with fear. Kill him for any and every reason he could think of.

. . .

Day two... maybe...

♪'Cause the world is 'bout a treat♪

♪When you're on easy street♪

Sleep wasn't something that came easily. Normally after listening to the same song over and over again the person would be used to it and would learn to tune it out. But for Daryl, the song was taunting. 

It was after a night of not sleeping that Dwight forcefully came into Daryl's cell and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, that was just given to him an hour or so ago, and pushes Daryl down hallway after hallway until they got to the infirmary.

All of the doors in the hallways were closed, but one. Which from all Daryl could see was a small room with reddish-orange walls. From the moment that Daryl was thrown into the back of that van, he knew he would have to escape, but with all the doors closed he didn't know the way out.

The infirmary was a good walk from the cell but wasn't far. Upon entry into the room, Daryl and Dwight saw Sherry. He felt her pitty, her guilt, but he didn't want anything to do with it. She tried to talk to him but Dwight told her no, but she knew that Dwight wouldn't do anything to her.

Daryl sat in the examination chair, slouching while he waits for Dr. Carson to check his wound. Daryl was in his head, trying to remember all the turns and hallways Dwight had lead him down to get here; trying to make a mental map.

But what Sherry says pull him away from his thoughts, just slightly. "Whatever they say," she tries to speak as quietly as she can, but doesn't get too close to him, "just do it."

Dwight barked at her about not talking to him, and she listened. Daryl's wound was slowly getting better, said the doc. 

. . .

~ skipping a little.... tell me if you mind... ~

After watching some of the other guys that are wearing jumpsuits with spraypainted letters on them outside the gate, locking walkers in chains and trying to not get bit. Dwight takes Daryl back to his cell. 

Upon pushing Daryl into his cell Daryl leans against the door frame and says "Make it easy on yourself."

Without hesitation, Daryl says, "I ain't ever gonna kneel."

"Yeah," Dwight chuckles a little under his breath, "I said that, too."

"Yeah," Daryl glances up at him, "I know."

"See." Dwight breathes in and lets out a long breath, "That's the thing, man." He pauses, "You don't." He turns and looks at Daryl, "But you're gonna."

Dwight and Daryl make direct eye contact before Dwight closes the door. Seconds later the never end song turns back on.

♪We're on easy street♪

♪And it feels so sweet♪

At first, Daryl covers his ears, but after about the third time of the song playing, he stands up and starts feeling around the door. He doesn't find anything loose or that he maneuvers for him to be able to get out. He's not sure whether the next thing is out of anger or almost lose of hope. But he starts kicking at the door with all the force in his body.

~ A/N :

This chapter was requested by one of your fellow readers. If you have any suggestions or requests, I'm open-minded. 

I know this chapter might not cover the whole extent of what Daryl was going through, but I figured his mindset would virtually stay the same. Survive, Get out, Kill Negan. Seems straight forward.

Thank you for reading. All the love. ~