No Way Out •Daryl/Negan•

Dead Weight

Another few days go by and Daryl's ass is almost completely healed. He's been good for the main part, only slipping up a few times over small things, which made Negan fucking over the world with pride. The man was learning his way into Negan's trust again, and quickly. Negan needed -craved- the power Daryl gave him, making him feel like he had a purpose in this deadbeat world. He needed Daryl as much as Daryl needed him.

The progression doesn't fall unnoticed as Negan slowly allows Daryl 'rewards' such as sleeping in bed with him, chocolate, or allowing him to cum. Daryl loves these rewards, praising them as if they were gifts from God. He enjoys sleeping with the Savior the most, basking in the soft touches and kisses the taller brunette gives him in the middle of the night.

It was one of the mornings that Daryl was allowed to sleep in the soft, cozy bed of Negans, enjoying every second. He earned it by kneeling at Negan's feet for five hours straight as the man did his work; he then gave him a blow job, deep throating his dick without Negan's help. Negan was asleep now, his one arm wrapped around Daryl's waist and the other under his head. His mouth pressed warmly against the hunter's neck where he had fallen asleep.

Unfortunately, the moment ended as Negan wakes, stretching out his long legs as he yawns. Daryl moves to face the Savior, his cuffs clanking against the headboard in the process. He only stares, soaking in Negan's sleepy face and bed headed hair.

"Aren't ya gonna tell me good morning rather than staring; I ain't a fucking zoo, boy," Negan grumbles, obviously expecting an answer.

"Goodmornin'... sir," Daryl whispered, forcing his gruff voice to work. Negan nods and groans as he swings his legs off the side of the bed and gets up.

"That's what I thought," is all he says before disappearing into the bathroom. Daryl sighs, knowing this routine all too well. Negan was in a bad mood and hopefully, it wouldn't last just too long.

Waiting patiently, Daryl sat on the bed as Negan took a quick shower. Negan comes out from the bathroom, rubbing the wetness from his hair onto a towel as he walked to his dresser. He pulled out his usual t-shirt, boxers, and khakis and quickly threw them on. He continues to act as if Daryl wasn't there as he heads back into the bathroom and combs his hair. It's only when he comes out for the second time that he pays any attention to his captive.

"Have to piss?" Negan asks gruffly. Daryl shakes his head no. Negan continues, "I have to take care of some shit, so I'll be busy for a few hours. Behave while I'm fucking gone, okay boy?"

"Yes, sir..." Daryl replies quietly as he watched Negan grabbed Lucille and threw her over his shoulder to rest. The Savior then walks up to the bed and firmly lifts Daryl's chin to kiss his lips. It's quick but it's enough to make Daryl smile.

"Bye, Darling," Negan whispers under his breath as he lets go of Daryl and walks toward the door. Daryl is then left to entertain himself for the next few hours. There wasn't much he could do other than think, so he thought. He mainly thought of Negan. His lips still tingled from the kiss and he couldn't help but close his eyes and replay it through his mind. He liked everything about Negan. His looks, his touches, his kisses, his compliments, his voice, his control... his cock.

The sound of the door interrupted the hunter's thoughts. He got excited at the thought of it being Negan, but as the door opened, he soon realized it wasn't Negan. It was his wives; or at least four of them, Sherry was missing. Daryl frowned at the unexpected company. Didn't they know that Negan's room was off limits? They didn't seem to care as they stomped inside, slamming the door behind them. They looked angry for some reason. As they grew closer, Daryl became more anxious, feeling as if he was being cornered as they surrounded the bed. He pulled tightly at the cuff around his wrist, a bad feeling washing over him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Amber finally snaps, breaking the silence. Daryl was immediately taken back. What was he doing? He wasn't the one barging into rooms. He remains quiet, just staring at the women. Amber continues when he doesn't say anything, "Negan is ours."

"That's right, so back off," Ann adds, flipping her dirty blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Ain't doin' nothin'," Daryl finally growled, baring his teeth. His instincts to fight were kicking in as he felt more and more threatened.

"You have to be doing something for him to fancy you so much. He's always here. With you," Cami explains, crossing her pale arms over her chest.

"Ever since you came along, he's been getting rid of us, one by one. First, it was Lizzy, then Ann, then Cami. I'm surely next unless he gets rid of Sherry first," Amber says, her voice a little dejected. Daryl bit his lip as he processed the new information. He then furrows his eyebrows. It wasn't his fault Negan liked him more. There was no way he was gonna give up what little compassion he had.

"Fuck you," he snarls. Lizzy stared at him in silence before taking a step forward and striking Daryl's cheek. The end of her nails scratches the side of his face, little blood drops forming and falling down to his face. He growls at the contact, thrashing around in an attempt to escape the cuffs and attack the bitch. Unfortunately, the cuffs were too strong so he stared menacingly at them instead.

The other girls look shocked at Lizzy, unsure what to do. Lizzy then realized her mistake and cursed. As soon as Negan comes back and questions the marks, the girls would be in serious trouble.

Ann thinks quickly and pulls Lizzy and Amber toward the door in order to get back to their room as soon as possible.

Lizzy points a finger in Daryl's face and threatens, "Don't tell Negan shit about this and stop stealing him away from us."

They all then disappear out the door. Daryl leans his head back and closes his eyes, a headache forming. Blood traveled slowly down his face and he clutched the bleeding wound tightly, willing it to stop bleeding. He made sure not to make a mess, knowing Negan wouldn't be happy with blood all over his bed. The scratches stung but he ignored it.

Negan would come back shortly and see the marks and ask where they came from and Daryl was unsure what to say. Part of him wanted to spill everything out of revenge but the other half knew very well what Negan was capable of and he feared for the women. What if Negan killed them? Or ironed them like he did to Dwight? Daryl wasn't that cruel to send them to their deaths. Maybe in return for keeping their secret, they would let Daryl have Negan? He doubted it but he still hoped.

By the time Negan came back, the blood on Daryl's face was dried but left two ugly scratches across his cheek. Negan seemed to notice it almost right away as he set down Lucille down and rushed to grip Daryl's chin. He moved his face around, examining the marks at every angle.

"What the fucking hell did you do, boy?" Negan yelled, clearly pissed. Daryl shrugged. "Don't fucking lie to me, Daryl. Where did these come from?"

Daryl looked down at the sound of his name. The look Negan was giving him along with the strong, forceful grip on his chin made it almost impossible to keep silence. He didn't want to rat out the girls but he was more scared of Negan than of them.

"Your wives..." Daryl mumbled, his voice almost completely inconspicuous. Negan hears it perfectly and stares at the brunette for a minute.

"Fucking cocksucking whores!" Negan growls, pushing Daryl's head back as he let go to stand up. He grabbed a key from his pocket and unlocked Daryl's cuffs and motioned to the bathroom, he then headed to the door, grabbing Lucille on his way. Daryl's stomach dropped as he silently watched. Negan opened the door and looked back at Daryl, "Don't leave this fucking room or you're in deep shit. I'll be right back."

Then Negan is gone leaving Daryl alone. Daryl put his head in his hands as he groaned. God, he felt like the worst person in the world. What was Negan gonna do to the girls? All his fault.

Daryl finally pulled himself together as he realized he was free from the cuffs. It was the first time Negan had left him alone while uncuffed. Slowly, Daryl made it to the bathroom where he did his business and then cleaned the blood from his face. It stung but once again he ignored it. He then headed back to the bed where he waited for Negan to come back. He didn't think he could handle another death on his conscious.