A Survivor's Diary of the Apocalypse (TWD/Daryl Dixon)

S7Pt8 - Against the Rules

It's been a day I've been at the compound, and I already feel like I've lost. I just worried about my kids constantly, and fought the urge to go find Daryl.
Negan made it very clear. Daryl would be safe, alive, as long as I remained loyal to Negan. And he saw loyalty in a twisted way, that's for sure. I was scared that one look in Daryl's direction would result in a broken bone, or worse.
This is absolute hell.... but I don't have any other choice.

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Negan gave me a room to myself next to his four other wives. We were supposed to stay in our rooms unless Negan or one of his men ordered us around.
Negan ordered one of his men to take me to the doctor to stitch up my face. Luckily, the doctor was nice to me and stitched me up good, and told me it should barely leave a scar. I didn't thank him though, and we walked silently back to my room.
Minutes seemed to go by like hours and I found myself counting along with the hands of a clock on the wall.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard grunting coming from the other room. I listened carefully and then heard moans.
"You have got to be kidding me?" I muttered.
The noise stopped after several more minutes and I sighed with relief.
"Finally." I whispered.
My curiosity got the best of me when I heard the door in the hallway open, then close.
I quietly opened my door and peeked down the hallway, only to see Negan walking away and whistling to himself.
I just shook my head and walked over to the door, and gently knocked. I got no answer, so I decided to open the door.
Inside I saw a woman, blonde and petite, trying to zip up her dress and struggling to do so. She gasped when she saw me and turned around.
"You shouldn't be in here." She said softly.
I nodded and walked forwards, waving my hand at her to turn around. She hesitantly did and I zipped up her dress.
"I thought Negan said they don't rape here." I said to her.
She just sighed and shook her head. "The men can't.. but Negan made the rule, so he's the only one who can break it."
"How'd you end up becoming one of his wives?" I asked curiously.
"He found me and my sick parents alone out there. Said if I stay with him, he'd make sure my parents would get the medicine they need."
"And did they? Are they safe?" I asked.
"Yes, they get their medicine dropped off to them once a week and they have been fine so far. It's been a year now." She explained.
I just nodded and I heard the sadness in her voice.
"I didn't have a choice." She said.
I nodded in agreement with her. "I guess none of us do."
She turned around and looked at me, and noticed something that I didn't.
"Has he.. you know, done it with you yet?" She asked.
I shook my head. "No." I said.
I noticed that she bit the inside of her cheek, which hinted that she was thinking of something.
"Why? Is that a bad thing?" I asked curiously.
"It's just that Negan normally sleeps with his new wives on their first day..." She said and looked at me. "I wonder what makes you so different."
I just shook my head and sighed. "I don't know."
She then looked behind me and nodded towards the door. "You should leave. I don't want either of us to get in trouble."
I nodded and slowly walked to the door. I then looked back on last time to see her sitting at a table all alone, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
This just wasn't right.
But still, I closed the door and went back to my room, all without another word.

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The next day, I heard a knock on my door early in the morning. I was hesitant to open it, but I did anyways. In the hallway I saw Negan standing in front of me with a plain black dress and a pair of heels in his hand.
"I got something for you." He said. "Time for you to look the part."
I shook my head and looked at the dress and heels. "I'm fine with what I have on now."
He just shook his head and held out the dress.
"Please, don't make this more difficult." He said.
I sighed and wasn't able to move. "I haven't worn a dress in years and.. I-I just can't."
Negan sighed and looked away from me. He then swiftly faced me and grabbed my hair. I yelled in pain and he gripped the back of my neck and pushed me forwards.
"I guess you just have to learn shit the hard way." He growled at me.
He was pushing me down the hallway so fast that I almost tripped over my own feet. He led us down the catwalk and into the center of the main floor, where everyond saw us.
The people made a circle around us and watched what Negan was planning. He then threw me down on the ground and I grunted as I hit the floor.
"There are rules here!" He began to yell. "I tell you what to do. You do it. No if, and's, or but's about it!"
I looked around and noticed that Daryl was once again next to Dwight, who was forced to watch this happen.
"If you don't follow the rules, bad shit happens. I don't know how that is so hard to understand!" He shouted at everyone. "So Kell, I will give you one last chance." He said and looked at me, and I stood up.
"Put. Them. On." He ordered.
I reached out my only hand, which I noticed was shaking. I shook it off and took the dress and heels out of Negan's hand.
"Here?" I asked quietly.
"Yes." He bluntly said.
I sighed as I put the stuff on the floor and began unlacing my boots. I kicked them off and paused. I hesitated as I moved my hand to my pants zipper, because I didn't want to do this. I sighed as I unzipped my pants and slowly pushed them down my legs, eventually taking them off.
Everyone was watching me in silence, and I could feel Daryl watching me intently. I could only imagine what was going on in his head right now.
I then took off my shirt quite easily, since I learned how to do it quickly with only one arm. I tossed it to the ground, and felt a sudden rush of embarrassment. I finally accepted the fact that I was partially naked infront of hundreds of people. I then slipped on the dress, which luckily had no zipper, and Negan nodded in approval.
The dress was black and tight fitting, showing off all my curves and barely reached the middle of my thighs. I slipped on the heels and was now a couple inches taller, almost to Negan's height. 
"Now, was that so hard?" Negan asked and just shook his head. "You could've saved yourself from this embarrassment, you realize that right?"
I slowly nodded and looked down at the ground. I refused to look at Negan, or Daryl, or myself. I just closed my eyes again, and felt a single tear fall down my cheek.