Daryl Dixon Imagines

Deep Red

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I had now been in this room for about a week and judging by the few times I had stumbled across Daryl in the hallway he had it way worse than I did. He looked aweful and every time I had seen him he had looked even worse. The longing I felt in my heart was almost not bearable.

Who was I kidding?! It was tearing me apart and I had to fight down the urge to just run up to him, throw myself around his neck and kiss him until the end of time. I couldn’t think of anything else while I was in the room alone, with nothing but myself to keep me company. I had asked for a book but that person… Dwight… had told me that I should think of myself as lucky the way it was. I wasn’t. I would kill him, I would kill Dwight and Negan, and I would get us all out of here. I would be with Daryl again.

The thoughts were spinning around in my head like a mantra. The only thing that kept me sane during this time of… of what?! I had food, I was able to go outside every now and then. I knew I was luckier than most people living as a hostage under Negan.

I should stop wondering the day Negan returned from his week at Alexandria. The door to my room swung open and there he stood, a big wide grin on his face.

“Hello, my love”, he chirped taking a few steps into the room. Before the door closed behind him I could see a glimpse of Daryl. He looked terrified as he watched Negan close the door, locking us in together. I heard him scream, breaking away from the people who had been holding him. Before he reached the door they tackled him down. Daryl was still looking at me when he hit the ground, he didn’t turn his eyes away when the fist hit his cheek and even as they lifted him up and carried him away he was kicking and trying to get back to me.

Tears started to fill my eyes. We had sworn each other to not act up again, to endure and wait for our turn, but this now!?

“Oh boy, that was fucking stupid”, Negan said leaning back on his heels like he did way too often.

“What do you want?” I kept looking at him knowing that a strong fearless will was all that could impress a twisted mind like his. I had seen it before. It was my way to survival.

“What I want?” He laughed for a moment. “It’s not about what I fuckin’ want, it’s ‘bout what I gotta do.”

“And that would be?”

“Shove my huge dick down that fuckin’ redneck’s throat..”

“And make him thank you for it, yeah, I know.. old story.” I stared him down. I was afraid but he was following his own twisted rules, playing by them wasn’t rocket science. It was hard but not too difficult. “Anythin’ new?”

“Anythin’ new!?” He grinned and leaned back again. “Oh, you better be the best god damn wife I ever fuckin’ had, girl.”

“Wife?!”

“Thought you’re here ‘cause of your pretty nose?!

“I….” I hadn’t really thought about that at all.

“Aw, look at you now.” He took a step forward, Lucille on his shoulder, and grabbed my chin with his free hand.

“Fuck you”, I hissed back. I had to fight back as much as I could.

“Now… isn’t that fuckin’ sweet.” He forced me back until my knees hit the edge of the bed behind me. I started to tumble back losing my balance. Sitting on the bed I had to look up at him, forcing me into a position where I least wanted to be. I wouldn’t submit to him and if he was still playing by the rules he had set up himself he wouldn’t do anything to me until I willingly gave him permission. I wondered why all these other women had done it when suddenly it dawned to me.