✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒: twd imagines

negan's wife; daryl dixon

( NEGANS WIFE. )
daryl x fem!reader.

summary:
the reader was forced into being one
of negan's many wives to keep your
husband from being killed. one night
after sherry finds you smoking in a
stairwell she gives you some good news.
soon after you plan your escape and are
finally reunited with the love of your life.

story setting:
the sanctuary
— season 8

warnings:
death, depression,
and angst.

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day after day of being stuck in this sanctuary, made you wonder if you would ever be able to be free again. you are one of negan's six wives, being put in this position to stop your husband from getting killed. you and the six others are here because negan has someone special to them. each one of them has someone they don't want to lose.

for you that person is daryl. you and daryl came to the sanctuary together after glenn and abraham got ruthlessly murdered in cold blood. it hurt seeing their skulls bashed in and their corpses laying limp. not a day went by that daryl didn't beat himself up about glenn's death. constantly torturing him on the inside.

they were planning on killing him, using his reanimated corpse as another pawn on their walker fence. but you begged them not to do it, and in return, you were offered a position as negan's wife. you agreed, of course you agreed. you didn't want to be stuck here without him by your side.

sherry was probably your best friend, she was always there when you needed to talk, and she was the one you hung out with the most. she was also the one who helped you slip little notes over into daryl's holding cell. one night while you were sitting alone in the stairwell she approached you.

"(y/n), you have a moment," she asked in a whisper. you could tell this was something important by the way her eyes focused on yours. you put out the end of your cigarette and nodded your head. she took a deep breath before she spoke as if this was hard for her to say.

"i'm leaving this place, and i'm getting daryl out of here so that you can escape when the times right." at first you thought she may have just been joking, but the look in her eye told you she was dead set on getting the hell out of here. you hugged her, wrapping your arms firmly around her torso.

"thank you," you whispered. you hated seeing what they've been doing to daryl, getting him out here would put your mind at ease. the way they tortured him, starved him and kept him under lock n key day in and day out made you feel guilty for leaving him alone in that cell.

the next day you heard the news being spread around like wildfire. sherry and the prisoner had escaped. there was nothing more satisfying than hearing those words, he was finally free again. and someday when the time was right you would be as well.

— time skip

a few weeks after daryl and sherry had made their escape, you've been questioned multiple times. but in the end, they had nothing against you, and no one to torture other than yourself. they couldn't get anything out of you, your lips were sealed.

now that the place was under attack from your survivor group, people have wanted to use you to get them to stand down. thats why you needed to get out now, not wanting to be used as a weapon against your family and friends. daryl was waiting.

you sprinted down the seemingly endless hallway wearing a black cloak that draped over your body to conceal who you were. everyone from the lower factories were ordered up the stairs making it hard to travel down the main staircase. the under levels of this place was swarming with the dead. and you were willingly heading straight toward them.

you memorize this place like the back of your hand. you knew of a way out, a side entrance that led right outside. so that's where you went, hoping it wasn't already swarming with walkers. your bare feet ran across the cold floors like your life depended on it. shoes weren't an option since the only pair they had given you were black heels.

when you reached the stairs they were unguarded and untouched. you swung open the door only to see an empty stairwell. "stop right there!" someone yelled at you from down the hall, you rushed inside before hearing bullets ring out behind you. having no time to waste, you ran as fast as you could down the stairs and into the swarm.

some attention was drawn to you. with no weapon on hand, you were forced to run and hope not to get bit. though it was a struggle. there were hundreds of them and only one of you. somehow you pushed past them, getting as far as the gate before getting overrun by them.

there cold lifeless fingers grabbed onto you. using your hand to block the blow before running as fast as you could. figuring if only you could make it to the forest then maybe you could find something to protect yourself and have a chance of survival. that was easier said than done.

you made your way through the swarm with your cloak blowing in the wind. just feet away from the edge of the forest you were overwhelmed with the thought of freedom. at last, you could return to daryl's side once more. feeling his arms wrapped around you as you reunited, promising to never leave his side again.

but your fantasies were cut short by a stringing pain radiating from your side. you collapsed in pain only inches away from entering past the first few trees. you screamed once before covering your mouth. the object stuck inside you like a spear. tears swelled in your eyes as you heard footsteps approach.

you're filled with regret in your last few moments alive, you would never get to see daryl and tell him how much you loved him. you whimpered in pain as the black hood was taken from your head. look at him, fear is instilled in your eyes. there he was, the man that shot you. with his blue ocean eyes and long dark brunette hair. it was daryl.

with no hesitation he hugs you, pulling you into his arms and whispering sweet words into your ear. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry." daryl said, his voice weakened by the water flowing into his eyes. you knew deep down it wasn't his fault, he saw someone escaping and did what he was ordered to do.

as he pulled back you cupped your hands around his face and made him look at you. "honey it's alright, i-i wasn't going to make it for much longer." you say, pulling your hand from his face and revealing the swollen red bite mark on your hand. you use your finger to wipe away the loose tears that streamed down his face.

he pulled you in and kissed you softly, wanting his last moments with you to be something he would remember. "don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." you say, feeling the blood rushing out of your opened wound. daryl held you in his arms, knowing there wasn't much he could do for you now.

"i-i want you to kill me," you ask as your final resting wish. you needed him to kill you, to set you free like you did to him. "i can't kill-" "please- please daryl, i don't want to become one of them." you say, knowing you didn't have much time left. he pulls out his knife from his back pocket. you could see the uncertainty in his eyes as he held the knife in front of your face.

you shut your eyes tightly and attempted to think of peaceful thoughts. you were able to find daryl for the last time, and that thought to put your mind at ease. his hesitation didn't make it much easier. instead of feeling the blade sinking into your skull, you felt his lips.

he kissed you passionately, making sure your final moments weren't instilled with fear or loneliness. there was a moment of peace, knowing you wouldn't live to see the next sunrise. you focused solely on his touch, the feeling of his lips on yours and his arms holding you close. in the end, you were finally free.

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