His Savior || Negan

Chapter Ten

Daryl's POV

I didn't mind waitin for Jordyn, Rick had caught me before I went home after this run and asked me to wait for her. Said she was five out but it seemed to be forever. 

I heard a crashing sound and instantly panicked, Rick said she was alone. I called to Rick on the radio, "Get the fuck out here! I heard a crash and either she just wrecked or that prick got her!" 

I started my bike and sped down the road, a white van was smashed into the back of the car I'm assuming Jordyn was in and another parked next to it. I seen Simon wave with that stupid ass smirk plastered onto his face, he slammed the back door of the second van and they hauled ass away. I started chasing them. "Daryl where the hell are you?" Rick called. "Simon's bitch ass grabbed her, I'm on their ass driving down main. Get the fuck over here" I radioed back. 

I kept on them as good as I could, when I wasn't looking that bastard threw shit out at me causing me to swerve and drop my bike. "Fuck!" I shouted. "Rick they turned down Maple, bastard knocked me off my bike" I radioed. 

By the time Rick and the others had hit Maple, the van was nowhere in sight. "Negan is going to be pissed." Rick mumbled. "Shit" I whispered, I didn't fucking like the guy but I liked how much he cared for Jordyn. 

I sighed and switched my radio over to channel two, the one we used to talk to Negan's crew. "Negan, its Daryl" I said. "Ah, what can I do for you?" Negan replied. "You need to get your ass down to Maple Lane, now." I replied. 

"What for? I just got back home, I'm trying to go see my woman." Negan groaned. "Negan, shes not there" I spoke. "The fuck you mean shes not here? She should be, I told everyone I didn't want her out alone with Simon still being alive" He replied. "Look man I don't know the details, I just know she was on her way here" I stated,  getting annoyed. I could tell Rick noticed because he took the walkie from me. "Negan, Its Rick. Jordyn radioed earlier saying she was on her way, I had Daryl meet her five out and I guess Simon knew she was alone." Rick said.

"What in the fuck are you trying to say Rick?" Negan asked, anger written in his tone. Boy, he was not going to like the next three words out of Rick's mouth. 

"Simon grabbed Jordyn, Negan."

*Negan's POV* 

"SON OF A FUCKING CUNT!" I yelled, "That fucking cock sucking, piece of dog shit bastard!" 

"What the fuck?" Dwight asked. "Simon's pussy ass grabbed Jordyn, radio back home. This fucking guy is done!" I roared. I drove like a bat out of hell all the way to Maple Lane where Rick was. I was so fucking pissed off. 

"Where the fuck is she?" I yelled at Rick. "Calm the fuck down, yeah? We don't know, Simon knocked Daryl off his bike for chasing them and by the time we got here they disappeared off this road" Rick said. I tried calming down but it was not working. "Then lets fucking stop standing here with our dicks in our hands and get your asses out there looking for her" I said. 

This wasnt Jordyn's fault, or Rick, or Daryl. I wasnt pissed at anyone but Simon. "That fucking prick lays another hand on her and I swear to God I'll feed him limb by limb to the fucking walkers, alive." I spat. We split into groups of six, we hauled ass down Maple to find Jordyn. Nothing on this road went unsearched. 

We hit a four way and split off, we had a large ass group out searching. Two teams of six down each road. "Abso-fucking-lutley, NOTHING goes unsearched!" I shouted. I think I might have been scaring the shit out of people but I couldn't give two fucks right now. 

*Jordyn's  POV*

When I finally woke up I was locked in what looked like a bedroom in a cabin. "What in the actual fuck" I groaned. I couldn't hear shit outside so I checked the room for any sort of weapon, even if I could find a pillow I'd figure out how to use it. 

I found a tiny wood carving knife tucked away in the closet in the bedroom, I stuffed it under the pillows when I heard heavy, and I mean heavy footsteps coming close. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I whispered. I lied back on the bed and closed my eyes. 

The door creaked open. "I know you're not sleeping. I could hear you moving and saying "fuck"" Simon said, closing the bedroom door behind him. "Fuck off Simon" I said through gritted teeth, sitting up on the bed watching his every move.

"You should know by now, I'd rather fuck you. I know you just about cream when you see me, remembering how good I feel" He smirked, gripping his junk. "Oh, okay. So I'm supposed to remember how "good" you feel raping me?! Cause that's what the fuck that is, its rape. I didn't consent to any of the times you've touched me, bitch." I spat. 

Simon lunged towards me and pinned me to the bed in seconds. "The only bitch here, is you. You are MY bitch. Not even Negan can make you feel as good as I can, and you know that." Simon smirked. He shoved his hand down my shorts and started touching me. I started crying and screaming for help. "Someone help me!" I cried. 

"Come on babe. Keep screaming, nobody can hear you, nobody is coming for you. It is just you and me here" Simon smirked. His touches started getting more agressive and his grip on me started to hurt. I used what strength I had in me and pushed him off, he fell to the floor. I quickly grabbed the carving knife and tucked it in my hand. 

Simon rushed at me and managed to get me onto the floor, he started kicking my ribs. I knew he rebroke at least two. Simon gripped me by my throat and pinned me to the wall, he landed four hard smacks to my face, busting my lip in two spots. 

I struggled to open the carving knife but once I did I held it in my hand tightly. His grip on my throat tightened. "Any last words bitch?" He laughed, "Yeah. Ill see you in hell mother fucker" I spat, stabbing him in the jugular three times with the carving knife. 

Blood covered me, and air flooded into my lungs once he hit the floor. He laid there on the floor gasping for air and I knew I had won. I crouched over him and smirked. "How does it feel to be the helpless little bitch for once?" I asked, I brought the knife down into his stomach and chest so many times I lost count. I may have been drenched in his blood when I was done, but this was the last fuckin time he touched me. 

I leaned against the wall and started sobbing. So many different emotions hit me like a train all at once. I walked out of the cabin and onto the street.