The Walking Dead A/B/O Rewrite

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Negan was kind enough to push Daryl's wheelchair around the compound, the strong alpha male would carry Daryl and his wheelchair down flights of stairs until they reached solid ground. Daryl was shaking like a leaf as Negan took him room to room. He was introduced to many different saviors all who looked much more at peace then Daryl had expected them to look with a man like Negan as their alpha.

Daryl tried to keep his focus on the facility to figure out its weakest points, but their bond was making his brain fuzzy. He felt a need to make Negan happy. He wanted to make sure Negan was proud of him in a way. He hated the way he felt about Negan more than anything, but he knew in many ways it was due to their forced bond.

Daryl's leg twitched and he let out a whimpered cry. Negan froze as Daryl whined and looked down at him quickly with concern. "Daryl?"

"Just my leg.. Hurts.. Fuck.."

Negan bit his lip a bit, he knew he had gone too far by injuring his new mate but he had done it and couldn't go back no matter how hard he tried there was no taking back what he had done to his sweet omega. "I'm sorry," Negan finally said, unsure what to do for him otherwise. Daryl looked up in surprise at the apology. "Really little 'mega I'm sorry.. How about we get you something sweet to make up for it hmm? Time to show you where you can buy supplies and get meals. As my omega you and I share points, everyone earns points for working, as well as walker kills. Each kill you receive two points, different jobs earn you different points."

Daryl narrowed his eyes, he was surprised by the fact they were so 'sivilized' the points seemed to be like currency. "Ho..how are the points calculated? Who keeps track of them?"

"Simon and Dwight help me with the points, Dwight got a big promotion telling me about you Darlin'. There is a lot of damn paperwork I've got to sort through on top of leading. I've got a lot of responsibilities and you are going to help ease them."

"Am I supposed to help with the points?" Daryl asked narrowed his brows.

Negan bellowed, Daryl flinched a bit as he felt Negan's hand trace the back of his neck. "Oh no my sweet sweet omega, you're gonna be latched onto my cock while I work. Gonna fuck you senseless or have you suck my cock so I can ease the tention."

Daryl's blue eyes grew big, but he oddly wanted to do what he was told, he shook his head as he scolded himself mentally. He couldn't do this, he wasn't supposed to be giving into anything, he needed his alpha, his real alpha.

He needed Rick.

Daryl's mind soon was preoccupied with the smells of the compound's kitchen. Daryl could tell there were a lot of different options which confused him at first until he remembered their pickups. Chicken, turkey, pig, deer, and even cow was on the menu from what he could tell. Plenty of fruits and vegetables, and there was cake too.

Negan wheeled Daryl up to the front of the line, something he didn't even have to ask to do. Everyone waiting in line stopped and waited for their alpha to come to the front with his injured mate. Daryl felt all eyes on him as he was wheeled up to the front. He hadn't stopped to think it wasn't because he was Negan's now, but rather because he was the first omega many of them had seen in years. "Alpha..."

Negan smirked and patted his head before turning his attention to the cafeteria worker. "Two meals, and a chocolate cake for my 'mega."

The beta female nodded quickly grabbing the best meal on her table for each of them and a chocolate cake slice for Daryl. Daryl looked it over with hungry eyes, he couldn't remember the last time he had cake. He certainly was like all omegas in the case of enjoying sweets. He happily began to devour the meal as he was wheeled towards a table. Daryl ate his cake before being given an actual meal, it was a large turkey leg with fresh fruit and vegetables. Daryl licked his lips enjoying it happily. Negan watched him hungirly, "Daryl, I'm going to ask you this and I want you to be honest."