Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~71~

Weeks. Negan kept you in that fucking concrete cell for weeks. It was a test of your iron will really. That much you knew. He was trying to break you down even more so he could build you back up into his own personal guard dog or executioner or pet. Whatever he wanted from you. What he didn't count on was how un-godly fucking stubborn you were. Especially after the numbing shock of pure personal loss and defeat finally started to finally subside a little. Making way for the true blinding, all consuming, blood boiling rage and hate to set into your very bones. This type of torture was nothing compared to what you'd thought it would be like. It was pathetically easy. You'd fully expected something like what you'd went through over in Iraq. Daily beatings, getting truly tortured, being brutally raped. It surprised you nothing like that had happened... yet, anyway. All you really had to battle was mind boggling boredom and the annoying bite starvation. The starvation was another part of your sheer stubbornness, because you'd be damned if you'd eat the fucking dog food sandwich's that Dwight brought by every other day. Who'd you started mentally referring to as Two-Face. Your personal favorite was the sleep deprivation. Thanks to the this god damn song called 'Easy Street', they had play on loop from bright and early till late at fucking night. It had to be played for at least eleven or twelve hours a day. On a constant fucking loop. You'd lost count how many times you'd heard it by now. That was insanity all in itself. It was a smart torture tactic really, you had to give Negan that. A classic CIA mind shattering technique. You were already half bat shit insane anyway, so tuning it out became scarily easy after the first twenty times the loop started every. single. damn. day. The only issue now was how skinny you were. Not that you really cared. The hunger was shockingly easy to start to ignore, and you weren't as physically weak as you should be from it. Walker bite upgrade for the win you supposed. You were just glad they gave you one paper cup of water a day. Sometimes two when Negan came by. That was every other day though. He'd said the same thing every time. Telling you that the first step for you working for him was you kneeling to him. Something you refused to do. Had already been brought to your knees before himself once, and you'd fucking die before you ever did it again. Willingly at that. Negan knew that, as you'd told him it. Twice now. Other than that, you didn't speak at all. You did listen however. To the men and woman that walked by. Apparently, they had shit coming in from two different communities. Hilltop, and an another place called the Kingdom. There had been a third, but they'd apparently killed ever single male over the age of ten. Expecting the women and children left to do as the saviors said. What Negan and the Saviors hadn't seen coming was this community's survivors completely disappearing. All of them gone over night. Like some kinda magic trick, vanishing in a puff of smoke. You hadn't heard a single word about Alexandria other than the fact that most of the saviors were pissed they weren't giving them half of their shit too. From what you could tell though, Negan had upheld his end of the deal so far. Was standing firm in it. He was leaving them alone, and that was all that mattered to you.

Familiar boot steps sound. Two sets, and your eyes slide closed in pre-aggravation. Easy street pauses above you and you sigh in brief relief from that. Head absolutely throbbing from that incessant fucking song. Keys jingle and your doors lock is unlocked. The door swings open and you blink a few times from the stark lighting change. The sun light glaring in your eyes, and making your head split even worse. "Good morning." Negan muses down at you as you stand up and straighten. At perfect attention. Barefooted still, and in nothing but that fucking now sour ass sweatshirt. He sighs at your appearance. Able to tell how skinny you now were from beneath the fabric. Even if your cold glare told him you'd rip his throat out with your teeth if he got close enough. "You can come out, you know. All you have to do is kneel." Negan reminds you once again. Never. Your eyes narrow on him. Your much rather starve to death much, much slowly than you would have six months ago. Negan grins, "Ya know. I haven't had one as stubborn as you in a very, very long fuckin' time. Dwighty boy here cracked in barely two weeks. Was beeeging me to let him out." He informs you with an amused side glance over at Two-Face whose eyes slide down in defeat and surrender. "Two-Face ain't got shit on me." You bite back. Voice raspy and cold as ice. Two-Faces eyes snap up to you, his jaw tightening at that. He bites his tongue though, especially because his master is directly beside him. Smirking over at him. Waiting to see if he'd bite back at you. Negan just chuckles as his gaze slides back to you again. "What am I gonna do with you?" He asks rhetorically. The look Two-Face levels on you tells you he voted to put an end to you already. "Put me to work, or kill me. I already told you what you wanted to know 'bout Jess. Or is leavin' me in here to rot your version of pay back?" You ask flatly. Negan's smile darkens as he leans forward, "Maybe a little." He tells you before he shrugs. His bat falling to swing by his side before he raises it to be under your chin. "Who are you?" He asks once again, your jaw tightening when the barbed wire scrapes against the little fresh scar it had already given your chins skin. You knew what he wanted to hear. "I am Negan." The three words that would never come out of your mouth. No matter what they did to you. "Reaper." You growl instead. Just like you'd done every single time he'd asked you that.