When the dead roam - (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 75 - That is a no-no!

Fear took over her body and her hand flew to her mouth as the bat was peeled away from Abraham's bleeding skull. Crimson liquid poured from the gaping wound, trickling down his face from the partition down the middle of his scalp but he never once looked away from his attacker.

"Oh! Look at that!" Negan yelled, stepping backwards. "Takin' it like a champ!"

"Suck...my...knuts" Abraham croaked out.

The Saviours' leader laughed before Lucille was connected with his head again...and again.

Negan smashed the bat down repeatedly, laughing as Abraham's blood splattered across the concrete. Strands of flesh hung from the barbed wire. Over and over again, he connected the bat with his organs until there was nothing left but a headless body and a pile of ground muscle.

"Did you hear that?" he laughed, breathing heavily. He took a step back and pointed his bat at the remains of their friend. "He said 'suck my knuts'"

Louise grimaced and closed her eyes tightly but the nightmare was still real when she re-opened them.

"Oh my goodness, you guys, look at this!" he gasped, swing his bat and coated the side of Lou's face with Abraham's warm blood. "Look at my dirty girl. Sweetheart...look at this"

When she didn't turn her head, a hand grasped her from behind and forced her eyeline in the direction of Negan.

"You should know, there was a reason for this" he said, walking towards her. "Red...hell, he was, is, and will ever be red! He just took one, or six, or seven for the team so, when I say take a look...you take a damn look!"

"You psychotic piece of shit" she snapped, glaring up at him.

He chuckled and bit his lip.

"Which one of you losers does this bitch belong too?" he asked, scanning the group of kneeling survivors.

Pain shot through her as he body was dragged across the floor by an unknown Savior. Her hair had been balled into his fist and she yelped out, kicking back as she moved. The fabric of her jeans tore upon impact as bricks sliced through her skin, small amounts of blood dripping onto the gravel. The more she struggled, the more she was manipulated and hurt so, as they pushed her to her knees again, she stayed as still as possible - they didn't need to know how scared she really was.

She sat opposite her friends, with Negan less than four inches behind her.

"I said...which one of you sorry sons of bitches is involved with this woman?" he snarled, raising his voice. "Now, I don't make a habit out of killin' women but I will if I have too. Now, I know it's one'a ya!"

Daryl locked eyes with her and she willed him not to move as he swayed slightly. He looked frantically between the bat and Louise, desperately wishing she would allow him to intervene but she pressed her lips together, offering him any sort of smile she could muster before closing her eyes.

"Nobody?" Negan laughed. "Well...it's a damn shame but alright"

The second Lucille was raised, Daryl dived forwards and connected his fist with Negan's jaw. The leader flew backwards, dropped the bat and clutched at his face as three Saviors grabbed the hunter from behind. They forced his body to the ground and knelt on his ribcage, cutting off circulation whilst Dwight held the crossbow against the back of his head, more than happy to shoot.

"Daryl!" Rick yelled.

"No! Oh, that is a no-no! That shit? That whole thing - that shit does not fly here!" Negan shouted in a fury, his anger rising with every second. He retrieved Lucille from the dirt and stalked towards Daryl.