Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~70~

No- No... Please, god don't take him today... Not him. Not after everything we've been through together- everything you'd survived before and after. He is one of the many people you knew you'd die for. Just like you'd happily die for all of them. Knowing instantly, in your heart, that he would just as quickly die for all of you. Gladly he would. His eyes meet your horrified, already tearing up and wide with shock, (e/c) ones. That content and ready look already glazing his blue eyes as an ever so slight, sly, half smile quirks at his mouth. "Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys other fuckin' eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start." Negan informs all of you coldly. Your head shakes rapidly at those words, in utter denial of his look of calm, ready acceptance. He fucking winks at you. His version of a final good bye to you. After everything you two had been through- after everything the both of you had survived before and after.. That was going to be his goodbye to you. His other hand subtly rises up to give a very subtle "peace out" to the woman he'd fallen so helplessly in love with. The woman who exhales in utter anguished horror at the realization that he knew what was coming. Realizing she'd only had him for a few weeks. The both of you realizing he wasn't going to even attempt to fight back, because he knew as well as you did. If he did? Negan would kill all of you along with him anyways.. His blue eyes slide from you and steeling with defiance as they look up at Negan in a final act of fearlessness. Once again staring death in the face with absolutely no fear what so ever. Because Aberham fucking Ford had never once been afraid to die. Death was as old a friend to him as it was to you, and once again, he was willing to welcome death with open arms. He'd been ready for it for a long time... just like you were. "You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry... Hell. You're all gonna be doing that." Negan smugly informs all of you as he raises that god damn baseball bat above his head. You suck in a breath of horror, and of denial. An instinctive breath of preparation. Then Negan brings that bat down with a gruesome force that has you exhaling out a whimper of pure rage filed despair and anguish.

The crack that sounds next has your eyes instantly squeezing shut. Your body flinching and curling into its self as the sound reverts through your very bones. You heard Aberham's body hit the gravel before him face first. Your hands gripping fist fulls of gravel so tightly your sure you've drawn blood by the painful bite against your palms and fingers. A pain that you welcomed. Your teeth grinding harshly as they bare tightly from the grunt of pain that leaves him. At him refusing to yell out in pain or fear. "Oh- look at that! Taking it like a fuckin' champ!" Negans voice states in an astonishingly amused tone, even as it starts to fade from your now ringing ears. You force your eyes back open to glance over at Aberham. Because you would see. You were going to watch. Abraham had somehow managed to forced himself back up into a kneeling position. Thick crimson drizzling down his face, now staining his fire engine red hair as it leaks from his head. "Suck... My... Nuts." Abraham growls up at Negan, though you could barely hear his low, gravely, unmistakably thick Texan drawl. Negan barres his teeth at Abraham, and brings that bat down upon him once again. The second crunch of his skull shattering to pieces beneath his scalp makes your ears hearing ping out. Your mind forcing the sounds away even if your eyes refuse to shut. Leaving a painful ringing in your wake as you stare wide eyed at Aberham falling forward again. Now in slow motion. This time, he did not get back up again. He couldn't. Or Negan didn't give him the opportunity too. That bat striking his head again, and again, and again, and again. Even if you couldn't hear it anymore, your body jerks every single time that bat lands on his head. Every single one of your muscles locking up over and over again with every single cruel swing down upon Abraham. Blood flying worse and worse after every swing. Thick red ropes of it slinging from the barbed wire when it's jerked back from Abraham's skull. Then pieces of flesh and red hair with it. Then full on brain matter and fragments of bone. Well until Aberham's body stops twitching. Until the only moment left of Aberham's body was a harsh jolting when the bat colliding with whatever was left of his head. Still. You refuse to look away. Or rather you were too locked up to move at all. Had completely forgotten how to blink or think or even breathe. Even knowing by the sixth swing that your old friend would be damn near unrecognizable. Twenty two. Negan brought that bat down on Abraham's head twenty fucking two times. Until there was nothing left of him. No fire engine red covered head. No smug grinning face. Nothing but a mutilated pile of bloody brain matter, bone, and flesh. Finally, Negan stops and takes a few steps back. He had to be panting from the sight of his heaving breath that puffs out into the cold night air. Or maybe he was laughing?