Daryl's Precious Gem (Daryl Dixon FanFiction)

52: New Home

The ride was bumpy as I sat in the rear of a vehicle with Negan's arm wrapped around my shoulder. The warmth of his body made me grow sleepy as I was blindfolded. The familiar scent of him brought me comfort despite what he had just done.

What was wrong with me? Glenn and Abraham were just gruesomely pummelled to death by Negan! Maggie was ill and needed medical attention, if she was still alive and could make it to Hilltop on time. Rick and the others probably hated my guts for what I had done. At this point I didn't care if they despised me, I just wanted them to be safe and to return to Alexandria.

Alexandria... My mind wandered to Carl and the others. Carl was supportive when I had explained to him that my ex was Negan. He managed to blow my mind with how well he had taken the news. Instead of continuing to hide the knowledge I had I should have shared it with Rick right away. But I didn't.. Why? Because I was a coward.

I ran from the truth when I first heard Negan's name. My mind refused to believe that he was still alive after all that time and that he was the fearsome leader of the Saviors—the enemy. Carol was right when she picked up on my disloyalty to Alexandria. I did know more than I led on. But I hid it due to fear of having to relive moments in my past. I also feared that I would be used as leverage or as a distraction. Of course I would do anything for my group but I did have my limits.

At the end of the day I knew I couldn't fight Negan because deep down a part of me still cared for the man I once knew. If Daryl weren't in the picture I probably would have never let another man touch me. Underneath the rough and tough redneck exterior Daryl was an absolute teddy bear. He was brave, honest, loyal and extremely caring. With me he was gentle and careful as if I were a fragile gem.

Negan, on the other hand, was the sweetest and most genuine person upfront when I first met him. Then slowly he showed his true colours and the darkness that he had buried deep beneath the surface slowly crept out. Sadly it took me too long to see. I was too in love with him that I accepted his treatment as love. Even though it wasn't..

I groaned as my head ached. Through my eyelids I could finally see red which indicated I no longer wore the blindfold. I winced as I sat up and squinted my eyes around the bright room.

"Where am I?" I whispered, shading my eyes with my hand as I took in the room. The room was brightly lit by LED lights that rays bounced off the white concrete walls. The floor was a grey hard wood and in the middle of the room was a black and grey rug. Around the room hung various paintings of scenery. Straight ahead of me was a little desk with a mirror above it. My other hand grabbed a handful of the soft comforter I sat on. My eyes widened as I realized I was sitting on a bed—queen sized. Was this Negan's room? Or more accurately—was this our room?!

I slid off the bed and checked the room. On the right side of the room was a door that led into an en-suite bathroom with a shower/tub. On the left side of the room was a door which I assumed was the only exit.

I cursed to myself. I must have passed out in the vehicle and then Negan carried me in here. Great! I released a deep breath as I paced the room.

The sound of keys jingling came from outside as the door knob to the room turned. I took a step back as Negan entered with Simon on his tail.

"You look like absolute shit darlin'!" Negan smirked as he stepped closer to me.

"What do you want?" I seethed.

"Did ya hear that Simon? Looks like someone finally put her big girl pants on!" Negan chuckled.

"I said, what do you want?!" I glared at the asshole.