Gravel digs into your knees through your blue jeans as you kneel along with your companions in front of a monster. The monster has midnight hair that is slicked back away from his face. He wears a black leather jacket with a red scarf. He has just killed your friend, Abraham. Tears stream down your cheeks as you watch him place one last blow to what remained of Abrahams head. He laughs as he looks at his barbwire covered baseball bat that is now dripping with Abrahams blood.
"Did you hear that? He said 'suck my nuts'!" he says with a boisterous laugh and a crude impression of Abraham.
He continues to laugh as he walks down the line, gravel crunching under his boots. He begins to whistle a made up tune as he passes you and your husband, Daryl Dixon. Your stomach lurches in your stomach when his steps and whistling suddenly stop. You close your eyes at the sound of him turning in his heels. His steps come back your way, stopping right in front of you and Daryl. You could feel his gaze on you. Daryl takes your hand in his and gives a reassuring squeeze.
"Hi, I'm Negan. Whats your name my dear? My god you are fucking beautiful." Negan says taking you in.
His eyes roaming over your figure only pausing to stare at you hand in Daryl's. You look up at him with a glare and spit in his direction.
"What a spit fire. I like 'em sassy." He says biting his bottom lip.
Negan kneels down until he's at eye level with you and Daryl. Your stomach churns when his eyes land on Daryl.
"What's your name?" Negan asks pointing at Daryl.
Daryl's only response is an ice cold glare.
"I think his name is Daryl." one of Negan's men says.
"Is that your girl Daryl?" Negan asks nodding in your direction.
You feel Daryl grasp your hand tightly. Knowing your husband and how protective is of you, you know what he's about to do. You grasp his hand back and lean in to whisper to him.
"Daryl don't." You plead but he doesn't listen.
It all happens so quickly. Daryl's balled up fist connects with the side of Negan's face making him drop his bat. Within a split second Negan's men swarm him like vultures pining him to the ground. Another one of Negan's men grabs Daryl's crossbow and points it at his head.
"Daryl!" You scream as tears continue to spill down your cheeks.
Negan laughs and wipes the blood that is flowing from his bottom lip away. He stands up bringing his beloved baseball bat with him and storming towards Daryl.
"No! Oh, my. That is a no-no. The whole thing. Not one bit of that shit flies here." He says pointing the tip of the bat Daryl's face.
"No!" You say as you stand up in protest.
Your best friend Maggie grabs your hand to keep you from walking over and punching the man yourself.
Negan looks at you with a big toothy grin and sends a wink in your direction while very obviously enjoying what he is seeing.
"Do you want me to do it?" says the man with the crossbow, grabbing Negan's attention.
"No, you don't kill that. Not until you try a little." Negan says with a twisted grin.
Almost immediately the men who were pinning the man you love to the ground were now dragging him away. Before you could once again object Negan points at you.
"Bring the girl too." He says.
Large hands grasp your shoulders a bit to tight and begin to drag you backwards. You try to fight back, kicking and screaming, but you are just met with more hands to hold your struggling limbs. The men pick you up and toss you into the back of a vehicle. You assume it's a van based on the size. The heavy metals doors slam shut. In an attempt to see what is going on you peer through the space between the doors. You immediately regret your decision. Yet another horror scene begins to unfold. Negan's bat meets yet another one of your companions. This time it is Glenn. You scramble backwards as tears stream down your face again.
"No, Glenn!" You scream.
"Y/N" You hear Daryl's deep voice say.
"Daryl, he killed Glenn." You say with a sob.
Daryl gets to his feet and rams his shoulder into the doors again and again. The metal doors do not budge. You know that trying to stop him right now would be futile so you just scoot yourself backwards until your back hits the wall of the van and pull your knees to your chest. Daryl continues to kick and slam into the doors.
"Daryl. It's no use." You say quietly.
"Let us out you son of a bitch!" Daryl yells as he continues his assault on the doors.
He continues until he can no longer. His body slumps back down to the floor and you can hear him begin to cry. You crawl over to him and he pulls you on to his lap, placing his head on your shoulder. You cry along with him as the engine of the van rumbles to life.
The trip isn't as long as you expected. Yet you aren't sure what you expected. You sit in Daryl's arms as the metal doors open suddenly, letting bright light from head lights flood into the van. Daryl wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. A single black figure holding a bat stands at the entrance of the van and a line of figures are on either side of him.
"Welcome to the sanctuary." Says Negan placing his bat on his shoulder.
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The Stolen Bride
Fanfiction"There are others? How many other women has he taken? You don't know but there is one thing that you do know. You have to get out of here." Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be one of Negan's wives? Y/N certainly didn't expect to find...
