My BadAss Angel (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

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I woke up, hearing the music of Easy Street. God I hate that fucking song! It plays every.single.DAY! I saw Daryl eating. "A dog food sandwich?" I thought.

"You don't have to eat that, I mean, when Dwight gives me a pickle or something, I could give you it" I said. "I have to eat this, it's better than starving" He said. "Point taken" I thought.

"Besides, I have eaten some grosser shit then this" He said. "But, are you sure your stomach can handle that?" I asked. "It might" He said.

He finally got done with his sandwich. Just then, the cell door unlocked. Standing there was the blonde headed dick. He looked at me and Daryl.

He had a crossbow in his left hand. Without saying a word, he grabbed Daryl by his collar. "You, get up" He said. I stood up and went out of the cell.

He slammed the door behind me. "You shouldn't hold him like that" I said to Dwight. "Like I take orders from a lady" he said. "Don't kick him in the throat" I told myself in my head.

He lead us to Doctor Carson's. Dwight pushed Daryl in there. "Carson" Dwight called out. Doctor Carson and one of Negan's wives were in there. "We were just finishing up" He said.

Wait, isn't she sherry maybe, i don't give a damn. She got up. "Chop-Chop" Dwight said.

"Hi D" She said. "D stands for dick" I thought. "Hey" He replied. She looked at Daryl. "(Y/N) and Daryl, right?" She said. "Don't talk to them!" He said.

He pushed Daryl towards Doctor Carson. "Harsh" she murmured. "I know, he's like that" I said. She nodded in agreement.

Dwight looked at sherry. "It's negative" She said. "Well, maybe next time" Dwight said. "Sorry, Still getting use to being my assistant" Doctor Carson said.

She looked at both me and Daryl. "Whatever they say, just do it" Sherry said. "I said, don't talk to them" he said. They both stayed silent for a little bit.

"Okay, lets take a look" Doctor Carson said. "Did something happen to Daryl?" I thought. I looked over and saw Sherry going out. "It'll get better— if you let it" Doctor Carson said.

"Negan will take care of you, trust me" He said. "Negan will take care of you, blah blah" I whispered to myself, Mocking him. Daryl got up.

It was my turn. I had a bleeding scar on my neck. It was from Michelle a few days back. "Well, it's getting better, just don't pick at it or mess with it" I said. I nodded.

He then grabbed Daryl by the collar. I followed them. We went out of Doctor Carson's office. When we were walking, Negan came out of the corner. Dwight made me and Daryl bow down.

"Dwighty boy" Negan called out. He looked up at him. "I need to talk to my associate for a minute" he said. I looked at him and gave him a questioned look.

"Go about your business" Negan said. He looked at the fat bastard, joey. "Except for you, you stand right there" Negan said directing fat joey. He lifted Daryl by his collar, again. I stood up and walked with them.

There was 2 red chairs on the corner. "Sit, both of you" he directed. We both sat down in the chairs. Joey pulled out a gun out of his pocket. He pointed it at Daryl's head.

I gave him a harsh look. "Don't do it...." I said. Joey looked at me with a smirk. "Try to act tough all you want, you both are not gonna last" He said. "Try me fatty..." I thought.

I could tell Daryl was looking at something. He was looking at one of the saviors rooms. There is a HUGE difference between the cells and their rooms.

Just at the corner of my eye, I saw dwight. He noticed Daryl looking at the room. He fiercely grabbed his collar. I followed them. We went outside, where the other prisoners were defending themselves from the walkers.

Dwight shot the crossbow at one of the walkers. Daryl looked at him and back at the prisoners. "You know, I'm getting the hang of this thing" Dwight said.

It then hit me, was it Daryl's crossbow? He would always try to get his attention. Or maybe he was just being a showoff.

Dwight then looked at Daryl and I and grabbed our collars. He shoved us against the fence. "That's both of you, assholes" he said. I kept on trying to restrain from his grip.

"Unless your smart, your choice" he said. "I'm smart, we don't have to join" I said. He pulled my hair. "You could either be them, or me" He said. "Or them" He said

I finally donkey kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. "Fuck!" He yelled out. I started to do a smirk. "Your gonna be that way, darlin?" He said. "Yes, maybe we don't wanna be treated like shit, darlin" I replied.

I could see Daryl smirking. This time, he grabbed my collar, and pointed the crossbow to Daryl's head. "Follow" He directed him.

He lead us to our cells. He put down the crossbow, pushed us in the cell, and stared talking. "Make it easy on yourselves" Dwight said. "I aint ever gonna kneel" Daryl replied. I looked at him, he's tough.

"Yeah, I said that, too" Dwight said. We both looked up at him. "Yeah, we know" Daryl said. "See.....(sighs) that's the thing, man. You don't. But you both are gonna have to" Dwight said.

"So, he's having a full on conversation with us?" I thought. Just right after that, he closed the cell door and locked it. "So, that crossbow" I said. He looked over at me.

"Is that yours?" I asked him. "Yeah, that's mine" he replied. "The crossbow looks cool as shit!" I said. "Heh, yeah, it's a good one" He said.

"Besides, how did you kick him from behind?" He asked. "My brother taught me, he use to do it in school a lot" I explained. "Heh, must be talented" he said. "He......was" I said quietly.

After that, the song, Easy Street, started to play. We both groaned. Daryl grunted and covered his ears.

Man, today was a long day.....

Wow! (Y/N) is caring about Daryl! (Wiggles eyebrows)

- A person with No Life 😃