No Way Out •Daryl/Negan•

The Cell

Daryl suddenly couldn't breathe. Negan was gonna kill him, or worse, go to Alexandria in return for his lost man. This couldn't be happening. He didn't even hit him that hard- just knocked him out. Negan wasn't looking at Daryl, but rather at the man with a suspicious look. After some agonizing silence, the Savior leader looks down at Daryl.

"Is that true? You kill one of my men?"Negan asked, biting the inside of his cheek as he waited for an answer.

"No," Daryl lied. He couldn't help it. He was terrified- he knew very well what the tall brunette was capable of. Maybe, just maybe, if he bluffed just convincingly enough, he'd make it out of this unharmed.

The Savior at the door begins to argue before Negan silences him with a wave of a hand. The leader moves away from the bed and Daryl to grab a blanket from across the room to finally cover himself. Daryl doesn't move, however, too scared to even move.

"Well, looks like we have a problem here. One of you two is lying right through their fucking teeth..."Negan walks around the room at a leisurely pace before stopping in front of Lucille. He picks her up before continuing, swinging her in the process. "And I hate fucking liars!"

The hunter flinches at the sudden yelling, and he begins to shake. He's been faced with a hoard of walkers more times than he can count, but not once was he as afraid as he was right now. Just when he was starting to finally get used to his new life, he had to fuck it up.

Negan turns to Dwane who looked just as uneasy as Daryl was. Still swinging the bat, he asks, "How the hell do I know you're telling you the truth?"

Dwane swallows his nerves before answering, "One of your wives watched him leave, along with Sherry. When they came back, he was wearing Adam's clothes. Just about the same time, Adam must have died. He turned, Sir. Raymond got bit when he found him. We took care of it though."

"Huh," Negan pursed his lips in thought, "So two of my men are dead? Just fucking great."

Daryl could hardly focus on anything but his rapidly beating heart at this point. Blood flooded his ears as he just waited for Negan to kill him, just as he had to Glenn and Abraham. He was done for.

Negan turns to Daryl -who was still on the bed and as bare as a jaybird- and stepped slowly toward him. He doesn't say anything to the man, but rather just stared at him. Studying him.

Daryl didn't see it coming as the bat was abruptly bashed against the headboard of the bed, only inches from the archer's face. From a mixture of fear and shock, tears rolled down his face and his shoulder's hunched in a sob as he tried to make himself as small as possible. His head was immediately tugged upward so that he was forced to look at the furious male.

"Don't fucking lie to me!" Negan screamed. He turned to the Savior at the door and with the same angry tone said, "Get the hell out of here and bring me Sherry."

The man didn't hesitate before getting out of there as fast as he could. Daryl wished he could leave. The disappointment in Negan's face was almost as terrible as the anger.

"I thought you were starting to like it here," Negan says. The sound of his voice doesn't show any emotion causing something to twist Daryl's insides. He continues anyway, "You've killed my men- more times than I can count. I just can't trust you to roam around alone anymore, which means there will have to be a few changes. Now, one question still stands. Why were you sneaking around when you were clearly told stay in the room? Were you trying to find a way out of here?"

Daryl looks away from the man to the floor, making his answer obvious. Negan tuts, reaching his hand to wipe the wetness from the hunter's cheeks. Daryl flinches but doesn't pull away from the touch. He craved for it. For forgiveness.

"Shame Shame, Darling," Negan shakes his head, cooing at the naked man on the bed. He lightly grips the brunette's chin so he's looking at him again. The leader's tone turns jokingly as he says, "What am I going to do with you? Should I just tie you up in a cell again? Only come back to fuck that pretty mouth?"

Negan thumbs Daryl's bottom lip lovingly causing Daryl to briefly open his mouth. Negan takes the opportunity to push his thumb into the wet heat. Daryl, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be in trouble, moans at the salty taste of the finger. With a quiet demand to "suck" from Negan, Daryl hollows his cheeks around the digit, loving the feeling as Negan strokes his tongue with the pad of his thumb.

Suddenly the thumb is removed and replaced with a slap to his cheek. His head is flung to the side from the impact, and for moments, he refused to turn back to the man. He finally turns his head straight but didn't dare look back up. His cheek stung. Of course, he's had worse pain, but it seemed to hurt worse knowing that Negan was angry with him.

Negan stood straight from where he crouched by the bed and brushed the imaginary dust from the lone blanket around his waist. He simply says, "Bad boys sleep in the cell. You'll stay in there till I decide I can fucking trust you again."

A knock at the door startles Daryl but Negan doesn't seem to notice. It opens, revealing the Savior from before with a tight grip on Sherry's arm. She's thrown inside before the door is shut again. She takes a moment to gather herself before looking nervously between Daryl and Negan. Negan still doesn't show any indication of noticing the new company. It stays quiet for several minutes, nobody making efforts to break the silence.

"Sherry, Honey, do you mind fucking explaining what the hell is going on here?" Negan's voice sounds all too loud against the quiet atmosphere. He finally turns to Sherry who looks everywhere other than the tall brunette.

"I killed Adam. It was my fault. I didn't mean to kill him," Sherry lies. Negan raises a single eyebrow for her to continue. She glances at Daryl before resuming, "He was attacking Daryl, so I did what I could to stop him."

"Hmm..."Negan hums, rubbing his stubble with a large hand, "You could have at least fucking told me instead of sweeping it under the rug like I wouldn't fucking know. You're lucky your face is too pretty to iron, so instead, you will be working your way back into my forgiveness. You will also stay the fuck away from Daryl; you two start nothing but trouble when you are together. If I catch you, there will be even more hell to pay. Now get the hell out of my sight, I need a few more words with Daryl."

Sherry nods before exiting the room. Negan smirks when she's gone before stating, "I know she's lying. It's cute, honestly, that she's lying to save your ass. I'm not gonna tell her that I know, of course. If she wants to take your punishment then that's what she's gonna get. But don't think you'll be getting completely off that easily, either. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with you yet, but I'll find something."

Daryl stays quiet as the man talks. The man didn't seem like he was gonna kill him or even his friends. It was too early to feel relieved yet, however. There was no way of telling if the man would suddenly just take him out at any random second.

The hunter didn't like the idea of spending nights in the cell. It was cold, dark, hard, lonely, and most of all, it had too many bad memories from when he first arrived. That felt like forever ago, but in reality, it wasn't that long at all.

When Daryl gives no response to Negan's little speech, the man just scoffed, "I'm done talking to you for tonight. I'll get someone to take you to the cell. I hope you think about what the fuck you did wrong. When I come -whenever that will be- I'll expect a full apology."

The younger brunette couldn't explain the pain in his chest as he watched the man walk away. He held his head in his hands as sob after sob wracked his body. He hated this. All he wanted was for the man to take him into his arms and whisper to him that everything was okay and that he was forgiven.

Several minutes pass before there is a random Savior there to take the hunter to the all too familiar door. He crunches in on himself as he enters the horrible darkness. It's far colder and quieter than he remembered it last time.

The silence was unbearable after only half an hour. All Daryl was left to do was think- something he really didn't want to do.

Soon it becomes just another night where Daryl doesn't get a wink of sleep due to his overactive mind.