No Way Out •Daryl/Negan•

Four Walls and a Roof

Daryl noticed the pain in his head first as he came too, and as he moved to rub the ache away, he realized he couldn't move. His hands were tied to something. Opening his eyes, he's faced with Negan holding his stupid fucking bat.

"Well good morning sunshine," Negan smirks. Daryl only glares at him, but he continues anyway with a far more serious face. "I do not appreciate what you did back there. If you thought for even a moment you could escape, you have another thing coming. Man, if I wasn't as reasonable as I am, I would have made straight way to Rick's and killed every living fucking soul there right in front of you. You're lucky I'm in a good fucking mood."

It didn't seem like he was in a good mood to Daryl, but of course he doesn't say anything. He was still concerned that he was tied to a chair, so he began to pull at the restraints, testing them. Negan tuts at the man, shaking his head as he settles Lucille on the floor and pulls out a knife. Daryl stills. Was this how he would die? Tied down and defenseless? He didn't dare cower though; wouldn't die pathetic. Sucking in a breath and raising his chin, he glared at the man as the knife got closer. But, instead of it lodging inside the hunter like he expected, Negan lowers it to the rope and cuts through it with ease.

"You expect so less of me," Negan pouts with fake sadness. Daryl brings his roped burned wrists to his chest, rubbing the soreness away, but he doesn't let go of his stare with the larger brunette. Negan's face contorts into a look that the hunter can't read as he grabs the baseball bat again. "Don't make this hard on yourself. Do as I say, when I say, and everything will be hunky dory. Understand?"

Daryl doesn't answer, but he looks down as if it said it all. If Negan wanted him to play pathetic prisoner, he could do that. Just until his chance came to kill the son of a bitch. The man above him hums in approval before leaning back into his own seat. "You're probably wandering why you're here. Well, as you know, the apocalypse has made finding suitable men almost impossible; much less someone I'd be interested in. It's a tough job being in charge of a bunch of useless fucks, so I need someone who can ease me from the stress. And I do think you'd be the guy for it. Following me?"

The archer huffs in answer. He didn't understand one bit what the lunatic was talking about, but he wasn't about to let him know that.

"Huh, I expected you to fight me on this," Negan claps his hands together suddenly, standing from his chair in the process, "Now get off your ass and follow me. We got some people for you to meet."

He doesn't touch Daryl but he makes it obvious for him to follow him. Hesitantly, he does, giving the man a cautious look as he follows him from a couple paces behind. The hall they walked down seemed busy, random faces scurrying into different rooms. Maybe Daryl could slip into the chaos and Negan would never noti...

"Don't even think about it. You'd get maybe five feet before you'd be shot down. I have my people everywhere, just keep that in mind," The taller of the two warns. He continues to swing his bat around. Turning down into a less busier walkway and up a set of steel steps, Negan doesn't even bothering to look back to ensure the hunter was still behind him. He gets to a door and stops immediately, hand hovering over the knob as he smirks to Daryl. The younger feels a sweat break down his back at the look.

"This is where you will be held for the most of time."

As the door opens, Daryl can't help but feel a bit shocked at what's inside. Elegant furniture littered the poorly lit room from a bed in the corner to three sofas against every wall. Yet, it wasn't the items that shocked him but the women sitting in them. Each wore a thin lingerie, stockings, and hair down; looking like the kind of women Merle would bring home when Daryl was young. There were five of them. The hunter swallows thickly as he adverts his eyes away from the women, blushing slightly. He was confused to why Negan wanted him to stay here.

"These are my wives," Negan explains with boredom as if having more than one wife wasn't abnormal. He waves his hand to each as he introduces them, "The blonde one is Amber, brunette is Sherry, Ann is the short one, Lizzy is the dark one, and the redheaded is Cami." He notices Daryl's embarrassed look and teases, "You can look, just don't touch. I don't share nicely."

"Why am I here?" Daryl blurts. He didn't mean to be so blunt but he just didn't understand.

"Because, you damn insolent fool! You're now mine, just like all of them. Here for my needs only. You see, women get quite boring after a damn long while, and one glance at you and I knew I could make you useful," the brunette explains, swinging his bat in the process. When Daryl still didn't seem to fully understand, Negan sighs and continues, "Your job is easy; just do as I say. I tell you to suck my dick, you suck it. If I want to fuck the living hell out of you, you raise your fucking ass up like an offering to the devil himself."

Negan watches as the man's eyes light up and then dim again as it finally clicks. Shock fills his face, then disgust, then finally anger. He growls as he glares at the leader.

"Never, you fucking sick asshole," Daryl curses. His eyes immediately searching for the closest exit just in case this went south.

"Now what did I say about fighting me? Or do you want me to go and kill your group? Wouldn't that be a shame? Death to all of those people just because you were too stubborn..." Negan smirks. Daryl couldn't look at him anymore. He was screwed. Of course he didn't wanna be Negan's play thing like these women, but he wouldn't dream of putting his group in trouble.

"I'm not a fag..."Daryl tries as a last attempt. As soon as he said it, he knew Negan knew more than he thought.

"Don't lie to me. I'm not blind. I seen you batten lashes at that Asian kid before I bashed his brains in. Quite sad if you ask me, but as my mother used to say 'what's done is done now move the fuck on.'" Negan muses.

Daryl closes his eyes at the memory of Glenn, but he couldn't think of that. Not now; not ever. What they had was over long before that night.

"So, that 'I'm not a faggot' lie will not go pass me," he concluded, leaning against Lucille as he talked. He continuous when Daryl is unresponsive, "Before I leave you here to get acquainted, I'll go over some of the rules we have around here. Break any of these rules and you will most definitely not like the consequences, so listen up. Number one rule I don't tolerate of my wives, or husband if it'll help you sleep at night, is that you do not cheat. Touch one of them without my permission and I will fuck you up. Second is you do not lie to me. The first time I may let it slide because you're still new at this, but don't expect it. And lastly, for the love of god, don't fight me. You will not win. Now, if you have questions, I'm sure one of these young ladies could answer. Behave!"

Then he's gone... just like that. Daryl is speechless at first, but he turns angry quickly. How the hell did this happen to him? All because he wasn't a pussy and drove the supplies? Seething in rage, he momentarily forgets he wasn't alone. A small, timid voice brings him back to reality.

"He's not that bad..." The blonde, Amber, states softly; almost too soft for Daryl to hear it himself. "Just do as he says and he will make it pleasurable for you too."

"So what? Be a good little whore and he doesn't beat the shit out of ya?" Daryl huffs, pissed at just what he is hearing. He wasn't gonna have sex with the guy and that was final.

"He never hits us," Lizzy chimes in to support the other girl. The hunter wanted to roll his eyes at the duo but he thought of it as useless. They were already brainwashed and there was nothing he could do.

He doesn't answer, instead tries at the door, only finding it locked. He continues to beat at it in efforts of breaking it.

"No hope in that. Only way to get out is by Negan," one of them points out; Cami maybe.

Finding that she was right, Daryl sighs and slides to the floor. This was going to be a long day.