Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~72~

It was another solid two weeks of playing glorified body guard for Negan's wives. You'd learned a lot from them, and about them. Sherry was a cunt, but only when drunk really. Sober she was actually soft spoken and kind hearted. Probably because she'd made a deal with Negan. Let Two-Face, her ex-husband live, and she'd marry him. Frankie was a flirty drunk. Had tried to get you to have sneaky sex with her on the fifth day of standing guard. You heavily suspected she was the one who had been at the center of the "incident" with the last guard. You were smarter than that though. Not that she wasn't trying to be temping, or being very persuasive. You were definitely smarter than that, and honestly did not really feel her at all. Tanya was a quiet drunk. Was quiet in general. Reminded you of Daryl in a way, as she was always watching. Apparently she'd been alone for a long while before Negan's Saviors had found here. He liked her immediately. Thought her exotic because she was from London originally. So she married him after two months of being here to prevent having to continue scraping by and work for points. She was protective over Amber in particular. Both Tanya and Frankie were protective over Amber. Motherly almost. They remained you of Carol in that sense. Poor Amber. She was the newest wife, the youngest. Barely twenty years old and previously engaged to a different savior named Mark. She had left Mark, married Negan after scrounging and working her ass off for points for over a year. Working for medication for her currently dying mother. She'd lost her father, and older brother here already. Her severally diabetic mother, was all she had left. So Negan offered her a marriage arrangement. Amber and her mother would no longer work for points. Her mother would get free medical attention and treatment for her disease, and Amber would get a husband. She took the deal. And now, she loathed herself for it.

They talked about any and everything once they got enough alcohol in themselves. Like they literally forgot you were standing there on guard. Not that you'd tell Neagn anything they spoke of unless he specifically asked about a specific thing. After all, if he specifically asked, it was because he already knew, and was testing your "loyalty". You'd been doing well with his constant "loyalty" tests. Recently, they'd slowed to an almost complete stop. You hadn't had a question or anything from Negan directly in three days now. Which was good. It meant he wasn't watching you as hard anymore. Which was fine by you. If he was gonna lay off the eyes on you at all times, it meant you could start sabotaging this place. Because you were determined to bring this place down from the inside first. You'd just gotten back from the garden. Not the outside garden that had vegetables and some chicken coops beside it. The inside one. Your personal favorite one that grew the potent green here. Tucking the small sandwich bag into your leather jacket pocket you headed back to your room. It'd already been a long fucking day. As you had been standing guard over Negan's wives for today for twelve hours already. Had started at O-five hundred this morning when Negan left to go check on an outpost that's as having "issues" as he'd said very cryptically. They got back at roughly seventeen hundred, and Negan immediately took all of his wives to their bed, that turns out was in fact the wives bed room, for an orgy. He made them all share the California king every night, because he thought, "The idea of my naked wives cuddled up like four bugs in a rug is sexy as fuck". You were dismissed, thank god. Sometimes he made you stand and listen. Other times he was nice and let you go. Either way, you planned on getting stoned and going the fuck to sleep.

As soon as you set down your sandwich bag that was half full of the sucky ass weed on your sink. A knock sounds at your door and your eyes slide closed. "What." You bark, immediately annoyed. "It's me." Dwight calls through the door. "Fuck off, Two-Face." You growl lowly. Knowing he'd ask at least two more times if you wanted to come down to play the various arcade games Negan had set up for his top guys. They all played every night to unwind. On Friday's they gambled over cards. He'd started coming by every night two weeks ago. Trying to get you in good with the other Saviors. Trying his damned best to befriend you for reasons beyond your understanding other than sheer loneliness. Even Negan had said you were scarily stand offish to the others. "You make my top guys fuckin' sweat when you walk into the room." He'd told you a bit exasperated but equally impressed. Good. You wanted them to be scared of you. That way they'd leave you the fuck alone. You pick up the second double shot of vodka you'd just pored, hearing Dwight take a deep, calming breathe. "Come on, Reaper... Open the damn door." He states, his tone lower. He wasn't asking like usual. You walk over to the door and rip it open. "What." You growl with a cold glare at him. "He wants you." Dwight states softly. Obviously exhausted from driving earlier and having to deal with Negan all day. "Why?" You ask flatly. He gives you and exasperated look, stepping back so you could come out into the hall with him. You roll your eyes, downing your double shot and then slam down the glass onto the table by your door way. Then you follow Dwight down the hall. He leads you past the room where most of his top saviors were fucking off as they play various video, arcade, and card games. Down another hall before he stops and opens one door of two. You side glance at Dwight and walk past him into the room, only for Dwight to close the door behind you both. You take up perfect attention at the sight of Negan's whole entire inner circle. There Negan sat, at the end of a long rectangle table. His bat sitting leaned against the table by him. He looked pissed off. His inner circle taking up the rest of the table just staring at you now. Laura and Arat on opposite ends of the table at the end. The other two of Negan's lieutenants that stayed here. The same title Dwight held, who sits at the other end of the table facing Negan. Regina was by Arat on the left side of the table. She was the head of the plaza here. Was in charge of making sure the workers stayed in line for the most part. Gavin, across the table from her. Negan's head of the small chemical outpost that was a good drive North from here. Gary, who was head of the "new" satellite outpost. The same one that your group had taken out. He'd swiftly restocked it with saviors and even more shit. D.J. was across from Gary, and was the main search run coordinator. He was to scope out possible hit spots for them as well as forcefully bringing in survivors if he found them. Simone, aka Porn Stache, was on Negan's right. He was the former head of the satellite post, but was now Negan's right hand of god. Man, did he not let anyone forget that title either. He was in charge of running the sanctuary when Negan leaves.