Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~75~

   You were in fact punished for Carls surprise kamikaze mission, and Rosita's attempted murder. Though, not as harshly as you'd anticipated you would have been. Definitely not as harshly as Porn Stashe REALLY pushed for. Instead, Negan had kept you in the cement cell for a whole week. A day for every life Carl had taken because apparently the ones who'd been "grazed" eventually scummed to their wounds and died as well. It was Negan's favorite punishment. Apparently, he really thought that cell would solve most of the internal problems knocking around within his men. It worked for most. Not for you. All it did was piss you off more than anything else. Once again, you didn't eat. Even if Dwight tried to sneak you actual food on the third day. You refused it. Simply because you didn't want him in there with you if he got caught. He didn't need any more heat on him from Negan than he already had. Apparently when Negan, you, and a quarter the saviors left for Alexandria, Sherry took that opportunity to run for the hills. She'd taken food, cloths, and a whole ass truck. She had completely disappeared from what you gathered before you were flung into your cell. Negan had wanted you to hunt her down and kill her, but Dwight had managed to beg for that "honor". He wasn't as torn up over her "death", when he got back either. That much was obvious. All he was doing was spouting this well crafted lie that he'd found her and she'd ran from him. Ran straight into a pack of walkers. Dwight told Negan in gruesome detail how he'd shot her before the walkers could fully rip her apart. He told you that just before she died, she'd apologized for being with Negan. Yet at the same time, he'd also told Negan that she had been cheating on Negan with Dr. Carson. He even added the fact that she'd tried to leave because she was pregnant by Dr. Carson and was afraid of what Negan would do to her. It was complete, utter bullshit and you knew it. Nobody would have the time to confess that much while being literally torn apart. That, and though Dwight was depressed, he wasn't exactly grieving. Not like he should have been after loving Sherry so deeply for so long. Not if he'd actually seen her getting ripped apart and being forced to mercy kill her. Negan however ate that shit right the fuck up. Believing Dwight without so much as a single lingering doubt. The fucking idiot.

By the time you were released, you barely had enough time to bathe off and down a sandwich before a code orange had you right back to work. When you came back you were annoyed to find out that Dr. Carson had been literally burned to death. Thrown head first into the forge by Negan because of "what happened" between him and Sherry. So you stitched up your own calves minor cut from the knife of the runner you'd slaughtered. There was an all time high in code oranges that next month. Probably because someone was back biting Negan and the rest of the inner circle to the workers. That was something else Negan tasked you with. Figuring out just who was back biting him, riling up the workers who out numbered the saviors, and was causing complete chaos. You knew who it was. Yet for whatever reason, every time you found yourself fixing to scream at Negan he was as blind as a fucking bat for not seeing Dwight for who he'd always been, you stopped yourself. Knowing that without that skinny, scar faced asshole, you'd of been dead already. So you let it slide. Intentionally let him fly under Negan's radar and cause chaos. Waiting for him to make his next move. Waiting for your perfect opportunity to help him or simply just kill the whole inner circle and Negan as well when a big enough revolt finally came to a head. You had no choice but to wait. Simply because Porn Stache kept pointing his finger at you. Blaming you every single chance he got. Even if Negan obviously knew it wasn't you. Especially since you'd torture and eventually kill whoever he'd been suspecting just to keep their eyes off you and Dwight as well. It still did little to stop Porn Stache and half of the inner circle from keeping eyes on you at all times. It was entertaining to watch the saviors struggle to control the rising tension to say the least. But it absolutely was killing you to slaughter men you knew were innocent. So much so that every man or woman you tortured to death, became a tally you'd started on your other arm. Simply because you couldn't deal with the guy out and inner hatred any other way. Even if you knew it was a horrific habit to have started, you didn't ever want to forget the now thirty eight workers you'd killed.