Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~74~

Negan didn't lead you both to a cell. Instead he took your nephew to his wives room of all places. The door was wide open, and he shooed fat Joey away. Then he grabs Carl's shoulder and pulls him up to himself to make your nephew walk in with him. "Ladies. Don't mind the kid." Negan greets his wives. All four of them glance up at him and then eye Carl. Negan side eyes Carl in turn, "I know. Every woman where you're from dresses like they do in the books at an auto shop. You're gonna wanna look at their titties." He states with smug pride. "It's cool. I won't mind. They won't mind. Knock yourself out." He teases Carl making him drop his gaze to the floor. Your brows threaten to knit at Carls innocence and genuine respect for woman. Still, you force your face to stay in that neutral, cold mask of nothing. "Can I talk to you for a minute, dear wife?" Negan snaps suddenly making your gaze wrench from Carl to the wife he was referring to. It was Sherry, and she was currently sitting with a very distraught and crying Amber. Trying to comfort the poor girl. Sherry stands and heads for the bar Negan had pointed over too. "Make yourself comfortable, kid." He tells Carl lowly before glancing over his shoulder at you. "Reaper. Stay." He commands. You do. Taking up perfect attention as you watch him pass you and head for the bar. Carl turns and his brows knit at you in disbelief. You heave a long sigh at him. Letting him subtly step up to be beside you. "...Seriously?" Carl whispers in dry sarcasm at you pointedly and then the room.

"Everything about this situation is very fuckin' serious. Ya have no idea what you've walked into, bud. So keep your mouth shut, and do whatever the hell he says." You tell him seriously only to snap your mouth shut when Negan glances over at you from across the room with a smug grin. When he looks back at Sherry, you glance back at Carl who was now staring at the ground, heart pounding a bit worse in fear now. Realizing how fucked he and you really could possibly be. "I ain't gonna let 'em hurt ya. I'll die before I let 'em hurt ya, Carl." You reassure him softly. His eye slides up at you, "..We thought you were already dead." He tells you in a mere whisper. You sigh a bit, "Not entirely.. not yet." You admit flatly. Carls bows furrow briefly at that. "Do you keel too?" He asks as he eyes you. Voice full of flat disgust. You breathe a short laugh through your nose, "No." you give him seriously. He actually breathes a breathe of relief at that. "Thank fuckin' god." He states seriously, making a slight smirk tug at the corner of your mouth. Negan saunters back up to Carl, beer in hand now. Having discussed with Sherry what had happened between Amber and her ex fiancé Mark. From the sound of it, they'd slept together. That was a huge no-no in Negan's book, and your stomach goes heavy already knowing what punishment was churning in Negan's twisted mind. Still, Negan grins as he puts the beer in Carls hand and makes him hold it. Carl side glances you as Negan proceeds to hand you a good double shot of bourbon. "So you can calm the fuck down." Negan informs you lowly with a knowing side eye and smug teasing grin. "..Thank you, Sir." You manage to get out flatly. He hums in amusement and pats Carl's shoulder before going over in front of Amber and sitting down in the coffee table in front of her. Carl side eyes you, and watches your eyes roll closed as you down it in one go. Genuinely needing it to prevent any more silently freaking the fuck out. Having not felt much emotion other than rage since the moment you got here. So the flood of panic, terror, and reluctance loathing for what may happen to Carl wouldn't keep you in ruthless knots. You sigh and place the glass down on the table directly behind you. Carl swallows hard and glances down at the beer, then back at you. You half shrug, as you didn't give a shit if he had some. He was gonna need it if Negan kept stewing on what exactly to do with him.

Carl hesitantly takes a couple sips, then downs a good half of it. Holding back a grimace of yuck from the strong taste of the hand made beer. "This, is shit." He whispers over at you. You huff a slight laugh at him. Having seen nothing but little baby Carl back at the CDC trying wine for the very first time. "Have to agree with ya there. Beer fuckin' sucks." You quietly agree. Carl looks down, side eyeing Negan before he looks back at you. "S' he gonna kill me?" He asks you barely above a whisper. You take in a deep breath and release it slowly. "He knows better." You reassure him, even though you genuinely had no idea. For all the evil Negan has done and you'd heard he'd done in the past, the one thing he had going for him was. He did not kill children. Usually anyway. But Carl was damn near sixteen now, and that ment he was a man in Negan's eyes. He'd killed boys over ten before. Had killed that sixteen year old at Hilltop. So that meant he very well may be planning to kill Carl, or worse, try to order you too. Good fucking luck with that. You'd rather walk out of this place half shot up and covered in savior blood before that happened. You'd rather die to get him back home. Warn Alexandria to be ready for a fight. You'd rather die than hurt Carl any more than you'd so obviously hurt him when you'd made this deal. He was slightly taller, but his eye held that residual glaze of grief and pure all consuming rage. He hadn't been sleeping well either. The dark shadow under his eye told you that. On the flip side. He was whole, well his new whole. He didn't look like he'd been refusing to eat, or being reckless with his life from what you could tell. Other than him being here now, which made you still half expected to wake up from this nightmare. Negan stands, and comes back over to you and Carl, curling his fingers at Sherry. She huffs, but comes over to Negan anyway. "Will you go get Dr. Carson for me?" He asks his wife softly, but the smugness was still there. She eyes him in utter annoyance, "Yeah." She tells him simply. "Did you see that? I wasn't hard on her, even though I am.. very hard in general." Negan teases her. She narrows her eyes on him, "You're an asshole." She tells him plainly. Exactly why she was his other favorite. She wasn't scared of him. Gave him the whole 'I hate you, but I love you' thing he obviously enjoyed. "I know." He states lowly with a grin. "But the messed-up thing is, you love me anyway. ...You know the truth, just like me." He whispers to her with a wicked grin. Then he leans down for a kiss, and despite her glare, she leans up to accept it.