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

S7Pt1 - No Exceptions

"Wow!" Negan said and laughed. "Look at my dirty girl!"
He twirled hit bat, which flung more blood on my face, making me flinch again. I stared at the ground, trying not to look at Negan, or Abe who didn't even look like him anymore.
"Oh, sweetheart." Negan said, watching me. "You got a little something." He said and touched his own cheek.
I started shaking, but managed to look up at him, and he smiled. He just scratched his chin and then looked at Dwight.
"Who was the one you told me about?" Negan asked.
Dwight pointed at me. "Her. Had both arms when I first saw her though." He said.
Negan looked at me, then my metal cast, and knelt down in front of me. I looked in his eyes, then quickly looked away and back at the ground.
"What happen to your arm?" He asked.
I didn't respond and kept my head down. I knew everyone was watching and I began to panic.
"Speak when you are spoken to!" He yelled in my face, making me quickly look up and back away.
"I-I got bit." I said shakily. "I cut it off."
"Holy shit!" He then said and laughed at me. "You're one tough cookie, I'll give you that. Hell, I don't know if I'd even do that shit."
Negan then stood up, but was still talking to me. "Dwight told me your name, but it's escaping me at the moment." He said.
He began thinking, trying to remember, and snapped his fingers.
"It was.. uhh." He began.
"Kell." Dwight said, and looked at Daryl.
"That's right." Negan said and smiled at me. "Kell... Kell. Kell. Kell."
I could tell Daryl was getting pissed off because he was shaking with anger, trying to control himself. I was watching Daryl until Negan walked closer to me.
"Why'd you get bit Kell?" He said and tilted his head. "Hmm? You survived this long, you can't be stupid, and yet you go and get yourself bit by one of those dead freaks.. So, how'd it happen?"
I took a deep breath and tried to control my shaking before I spoke to him.
"I-" I said, and then choked on my words.
I really didn't want to tell him, I didn't want him to find out about Lee, but at the same time I didn't know if I could prevent it.
"Hmm." Negan said and I just sighed.
"I was protecting my son..." I hesitantly said. "I didn't notice a walker and he bit me.."
Negan smiled at me and couldn't help but laugh. "A son! Damn! How-How old is he?" He asked, seeming to find this entertaining.
"Only a few months old.." I quietly said.
"Shit..." Negan said and took a deep breath. "Is the father in the picture or..." He said, and I slowly nodded my head.
Negan just nodded, and then smacked his lips and cleared his throat. He walked forwards and looked down at me, only leaving a few inches of space between us.
"What is his name?" He then asked, his tone becoming low.
I just shook my head slowly and tried to avoid his stare, but then he fiercely grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head back.
I cried in pain, which made him pull harder.
"What is your son's name!?" He yelled.
I refused to say anything and he was getting mad at me. I closed my eyes and felt the tears run down my face, and my neck was aching.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just find out anyways. Once I do, you'll have the front row seat to his tiny little baby funeral!"
I just cried in pain, and was about to give in when Daryl jumped up and grabbed Negan. He quickly threw a punch and hit him in the jaw, and Negan stumbled backwards. Dwight and three other men jumped Daryl, pinning him down. Daryl was still reaching for Negan and Dwight held his crossbow in Daryl's face.
"Daryl!" I cried.
"No!" Negan then yelled and pointed his bat at Daryl.
"No!" I begged. "No, please nooo." I cried, but no one cared. 
"Oh no." Negan said seriously, but then started chuckling.
He rubbed his jaw and turned around and started pacing, then walked towards Daryl.
"That? Oh, my. That... is a no-no." He said and squatted in front of Daryl and his men, having a tight grip on his bat.
I couldn't force myself to look away. I was petrified and afraid to even blink. I just looked at Daryl, with tears blurring my vision, and I saw him looking back at me.
"The whole thing. Not one bit of that shit flies here!" Negan yelled, holding the bloody bat in front of Daryl's face.
"You want me to do it?" Dwight asked. "Right here."
Negan just looked down at Daryl, and grabbed his hair and pulled his head back a little. Daryl grunted and Negan just smiled and let go.
"No. You don't kill that. Not until you try a little." Negan said to Dwight.
Dwight hesitantly lowered the crossbow and him and a few guys pulled Daryl back in line. He was breathing heavy and looked at me, and I was still crying.
"Is that him?" Negan asked as he stood up, and pointed to me. "He your baby daddy?"
I didn't dare to speak and just wiped my tears with my hand, trying to pull myself together. Negan just laughed and nodded his head.
"Yup. That's definitely him." Negan said. "We'll change that."
He then looked at all of us and sighed. "Anyways. That's not how it works. Now I already told you people. 'First one's free'. Then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!" Negan shouted. "No exceptions."
He walked back towards Daryl's side and shrugged.
"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." Negan said calmly, facing Rick. "So.." He said and raised his bat.
"No!" I cried.
"Back to it." Negan yelled, turning around and striking the first person who was behind him.
Glenn.
Maggie sobbed and screamed. "No!" She cried weakly.
I saw Daryl watching in shock and he began to cry, along with everyone else. Negan didn't stop and hit him a couple more times.
"Ggi--" Glenn tried to say, choking on his own blood. "Ma--"
Glenn raised his head up and we all saw that his skull was cracked open and his eyeball was popped out of his socket. Maggie couldn't look away and she just cried.
"Mm--m-mma--" He struggled to say.
I began sobbing and watched him, and shook my head, trying to get the image out.
"Buddy? You still there?" Negan asked, looking at Glenn. "I just don't know, it seems like you're trying to speak."
Glenn was having trouble breathing and couldn't speak anymore.
"You just took a hell of a hit!" Negan laughed loudly. "I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out! And it is gross as shit!"
Maggie was still crying and took a second to look away from the gruesome sight, but Glenn was still staring at her.
"Maggie I..- I will find you..." He said.
She looked back and tilted her head and sobbed.
"Oh hell..." Negan said, and looked at Maggie then Rick. "I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry, I truly am. But I did say it..." He said and grinned. "No exceptions."
He swiftly turned back around and hit Glenn again, making him fall on the ground. There was a puddle of blood now in the gravel and Negan hit Glenn again. And again. And again. And Glenn was now dead, just like Abraham.
We all cried, and Negan finally stopped.
"You bunch of pussies..." He said, and splattered Glenn's brain one more time. "I'm just getting started."
He took a couple more hits on Glenn, and finally stopped once and for all.
"Lucille is thirsty!" He said and held up his bat. "She's a vampire bat."
We didn't dare to talk. We are all still in shock of what Negan just did. Negan smiled to himself and looked at us, then walked over to Rick.
"What?" He said. "Was the joke that bad?"
Rick took a shaky breath, and then looked up at Negan with cold eyes.
"I'm gonna kill you." He said.
He looked around at us as Negan walked up to him. I just shook my head and closed my eyes as Negan bent down in front of Rick, and casually held the now bloodly bat. 
"What?" Negan said, now at eye level with Rick. "I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up."
Rick was silent for a few seconds, then sniffled and tilted his head to lean closer to Negan's face.
"Not today. Not tomorrow. But I'm gonna kill you." He said clearly.
Negan just looked at him and clicked his tongue. "Jesus." He said and scoffed. "Simon. What'd he have, a knife?" Negan then asked a man.
"Ah, he had a hatchet." Simon said, and Negan smiled.
"A hatchet?" Negan repeated, now talking to Simon.
"An axe." Simon said and nodded.
Negan grinned and looked back at Rick, who was still facing him. "Simon's my right hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without em? A whole lot of work." He said. "You have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing?"
Rick just looked away at nothing, and Negan opened his mouth.
"Oh.. or did I?" He said and held up the bat. "Clonk." He clicked his tongue and acted like he hit Rick's head.
I could see Rick biting his tongue and he wiggled his nose and squinted his eyes, clearly pissed off. They just stared at each other for a moment, and Negan was finding it funny.
"Sure. Yeah." He said, finally breaking the silence. "Give me his axe."
Simon grabbed Rick's axe from someone and walked over to Negan, who took it and held it in Rick's face. He then calmly got up and slid the handle of the hatchet in his belt. Rick looked up at his and that's when Negan quickly grabbed Rick's shoulder and began pulling him away.
"Be right back." Negan said, dragging Rick who was fighting to stay put. "Maybe Rick will be with me."
"No..." I whimpered and leaned forwards, bracing on my cast.
"If not, well we can just turn these people inside out, won't we?" Negan said.
Rick was grabbing Negan's hands, trying to get free and stop himself from moving, but he was getting dragged through the gravel. Negan was strong because nothing was stopping him from getting inside that RV with Rick.
"I mean, the ones who are left!" Negan said and slammed the door to the RV shut behind him.
"Oh god, please... no..." I thought.
I looked over at Carl, who was trying not to show his worry, but I knew he was scared for his dad. Carl's tough, hell we all are, but we are all still human, and it is human to be scared right about now.
A few minutes passed, and then the engine to the RV started, and they drove off.
They left the clearing and who knows when, or if, they'd come back.