The Wolf Tamer

These are the Rules.

"Bring him out" came a gruff voice from outside the van. The battered, black doors were swung open simultaneously, letting a wave of bright light flood in and two pairs of rough hands followed suit in an attempt to pull out Negan's new 'prisoner of war'.

Even though the light was blinding, Daryl had managed to duck and dive from the groping hands but he was swiftly pulled in front of the ring leader when a third pair of hands that belonged to Dwight clutched his shoulders harshly and yanked him out on to dusty ground.
"God, this one is feisty..." spoke one of the men that stood next to Negan.
"Yeah... that's why I chose him" agreed the bat wielder as he carelessly slung Lucille over his shoulder. "Also, I saw the way their leader was looking at him. Givin' him those soppy eyes as he was blubbin'." The statement drew a frustrated growl out of the hunter which only made the crowd chuckle.
"What are you? A fucking animal?" Spoke Negan as he stepped forward. Daryl didn't answer which only frustrated his captor and resulted in him crouching down to grab the brunette's jaws. "Didn't you listen back there when smashed you friend's brains in? Speak when you're spoken to" commanded Negan as the hold on Daryl's jaw got tighter. No answer, again. "Is that how we're gonna have it hmm? Fine then. You act like an animal, you get treated like one. Spencer! Get some rope!"

With that command, Daryl heard a set of footsteps on the dry dirt walking away from the huddle. Negan's strong, gloved hand stayed in place on the archers jaw and his signature cocky grin plastered over his face. The footsteps started to come closer to the group then the men around them parted in one area to let Simon through. He handed Negan the rope that was tide in a way that looks like the noise at the end could be adjusted. The pair of hands that belonged to Dwight returned to Daryl's shoulders to stop him protesting whilst Negan slipped the rope around the brunette's neck and pulled so that it was hard to take large breaths. "Now... lets go over the rules..." the older man sneered and tested how much tighter the make-shift lead could go. "Rule number one!" The man boomed unexpectedly making Daryl flinch slightly. "Speak when you're spoken to. Rule number two!" Negan pulled harder on the rope when the man bellow him looked down and hid behind his sweaty, unkempt locks. "Do as my men and I command. And lastly! Do NOT take this lead off. The only time you do that is when I tell you to. Got it?" Daryl nodded, not wanting to break the first rule. "Darlin' use your words. I know you can speak"
"Yes sir..." Daryl grumbled, a light blush of embarrassment crossed his face because he was taking orders from someone he hated which made him look weak.
"Good." Was the only thing Negan said before he handed the rope to Dwight and walked towards the grey building.