Norman Reedus Imagines

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Daryl punched Negan, his patience had run thin with everyone crying. Maggie sobbed over Glenn's death, Rosita and Sasha could barely hold in their tears from Abraham. They held Daryls thrashing body to the ground, Dwight came to him, holding his crossbow over his head. I didn't dare move or make a sound, I couldn't.

"No! That, is a no no" Negan says crouching down in front of Daryl.

Daryl caught my eye and I looked back. I didn't want to look away, this could be the last time I saw him. I nodded my head and gave him a soft smile, weak, but it was something.

"That your girl?" Negan asked Daryl with a smile.

Daryl just grunted.

"Speak, when you're spoken to"

"Yeah" He said through a grunt.

Negan stared at me while running his tongue over his teeth. I tried to ignore him by looking at Daryl but he wouldn't look away.

"Load her the fuck up, Si" Negan says after a few minutes of silence.

Simon grabbed both my arms and held them behind my back. I kicked up gravel with my feet.

"Stop! Don't hurt her!" Daryl cried out.

"Should've thought about that before you punched me" Negan says stroking his beard before turning his back to me.

Simon threw my small frame into the back of a small van. It was cold. I was cold. Daryl had a blanket, I wish I did. My knees felt some relief from the gravel, but it still didn't feel good. I held my legs close to my chest and tried not to cry. It was dark and the cold metal sent chills down my spine. I wanted to know what would happen to Daryl, if Negan would kill him or not.

Two people got in the car, Negan and Simon. Simon drove while Negan sat passenger. I watched my group behind me through the small, dirty window.

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I was dragged out of the van by Dwight. He wore Daryls' vest and I wanted to punch him, but I knew not to, I had better control of my temper than Daryl. I was led down some dark halls and then thrown into a darker room. They closed the door and I was in darkness, the only light came from under the door.

A woman was sent in to collect my clothes. I wasn't allowed to keep anything, not even underwear. I sat in a dingy room, naked and cold. I held myself close in hopes of heating myself up. Days went by. Days of the same song, Easy street. Only one verse would play though.

we're on easy street
and it feels so sweet
and the world is but a dream
when you're on easy street

I didn't shower, I had to use the bathroom in the room, on the ground. A layer of dirt grew on my skin. I was given a one sandwich, everyday with the end pieces of bread on either side of a slab of canned dog food.

Like clockwork, easy street and then food. Then repeats the song, hour by hour. When it stops, I'll try to sleep but then it goes off and I'm woken up. I couldn't handle it.