Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

64: Easy Street

Daryl's POV:

"I'm sorry, Mae. I'm so sorry." 

I cried as I held onto my bleeding wife. This is all my fault. If I hadn't run after Dwight, none of this would have happened. Mae would still have her arm if I hadn't left.

I still can't believe Rick actually cut it off. But as far as we all knew, he had to.

She closed her eyes and completely stopped moving. I felt her body go completely limp in my arms. My heart stopped for a moment. If she's dead, I will not be able to live knowing I'm the reason she's dead. 

I was trying to find her pulse to make sure she's still here, but the only thing I can feel is the many bumps the vehicle is hitting as we are driving to God knows where. Finally I was able to find a very weak pulse and breathed out a sigh of relief. 

She's still here.

I lightly patted her face. "Mae, wake up." I continued patting her face, and lightly shaking her. She needs to wake up. "Princess, please. I need ya to wake up."

When she still didn't wake, I realized that nothing I do right now will awaken her. I held onto her tighter and shoved my face in the crook if her neck, as I held her chest onto mine.

I have no idea what to expect when we get to wherever the hell Negan is bringing us. But clearly he's taken a liking to Mae, and maybe that's a good thing. Maybe if he likes her he'll make sure she lives. Maybe it means he won't hurt her. I don't care what happens to me, as long as she's safe.

The van stopped and a few seconds later, the doors to the back were ripped open. Several men came in and ripped Mae away from me. I swung a few punches at them while trying to get my wife back, but I was restrained as one of the men grabbed her and carried her away. I was then dragged out of the van.

I looked around the complex I was now being dragged into and watched as my wife was being carried in the opposite direction of me by one of Negan's men. Negan was right behind them, and he turned around for a second to give me a smug smile.

He better not hurt her.

I was shoved into a small dark room, which I can only assume they use as a cell. The door was shut behind me. 

I couldn't see or hear anything. I reached my hand out and stepped forward until I felt the wall. I turned around and sat down with my back pressed against the wall. My legs are bent and my arms are draped over my knees while I fiddle with my wedding ring.

Mae, doesn't have hers anymore. It's still on her severed limb, unless someone grabbed it. 

The door soon re-opened and both Dwight and Negan were standing there. I glared at them as they entered the cell. "Where is she?!"

"Relax, she'll be fine." Negan smirked at me.

"Where is she?" I repeated my question angirly. "Where the hell is my wife!?"

"Oh no." Negan laughed. "See, here's the thing. She's not your wife anymore. You have nothing, you deserve nothing. And since you deserve nothing, get undressed." I refused his request as I glared at both him and Dwight. Negan laughed when I refused to move a muscle. "She's alive. But I could change that real quick. I recommend doing what I tell you, unless you want her other arm brought in here to you?"

I scowled at him as I started removing my clothes. I will not let him hurt her. I handed each item of clothing over to Dwight as I took them off. When I took off my dirty boxers, I threw them at him. I almost laughed when they hit his face.