No Way Out •Daryl/Negan•

The Distance

Daryl hummed around Negan's cock as he blew him. The Savior was still asleep but Darl really wanted to make the man happy when he woke; almost as a thank you for everything Negan has done for him. He continued sucking till his jaw ached and even then he didn't stop. He was hoping Negan would wake soon. He could feel him getting close so he bobbed his head faster.

From above him, Negan made a soft groan that made Daryl freeze momentarily. He couldn't tell if it was a good or bad sound. For a second he wondered if Negan would get angry with him like he did with Lizzy when she blew him in his sleep. He begins to pull off only to have his head shoved forward and back on Negan's dick.

"What the fuck you stopping for? You started this so now you're finishing it," Negan grunts sleepily, his hand planted firmly in Daryl's hair. Daryl relaxes under the touch, a solid sign that this was all okay. He began where he left off, sucking and bobbing around the thick member till his throat felt sore and raw. Fortunately, it doesn't take long for Negan to finish off in Daryl's mouth, the younger of the two swallowing happily.

"Thank you..." Daryl whispered hoarsely, resting his head on Negan's stomach. He couldn't see the proud smile that crept on the Savior's face as a strong hand trailed soft fingers up and down his bare body. Negan thought quietly to himself as they laid there. He was starting to reconsider the 'no outside' rule. He had to do a quick run with his crew today and he had the perfect job for his boy.

"How would you like going out on a supply run with me, boy?" Negan asked, looking down at the smaller man cuddled against his large frame. Two crystal blue eyes look up at him in confusion.

"Outside? What about the walkers?" Daryl asked hesitantly. He could still picture all the decaying bodies surrounding him that one day.

"What, you don't think I'll protect my fucking boy from those flesh-eating, bags of shit?" Negan asks in warning tone before continuing, "Well Darling, I'll tell you something, you're not useful to me if you're fucking dead, are you?"

"No..."

"Good, that's what I wanted to fucking hear," Negan gets up from the bed and starts to get dressed. When Daryl doesn't follow suit, Negan snaps, "What are you waiting for, fucking Christmas? Get your ass moving or I may just leave you here."

Daryl springs into action at that, scared to miss an opportunity to be with Negan. He stands up, noticing he's covered in both his and Negan's cum. Negan notices too, nodding toward the bathroom, "Hurry up and clean up. The clock is fucking ticking."

Daryl hurries, rushing through his shower within five minutes. When he comes out, Negan is already dressed and ready, a pile of neatly folded clothes on the bed. Right on top of the clothes sat a black plug. Daryl bit his lip as he steps closer to the older of the two.

"Bend over the bed," Negan states calmly and firmly. Daryl does so in an instant even though he knew what was happening. He watched as Negan grabbed the dreaded plug and a small bottle of lube from the nightstand. As much as Daryl hated the plug, he hated the feeling of being empty even more. With no hassle, the plug was slipped in and Daryl was pulled up into a standing position. From there, Negan began helping his boy get dressed into a pair of too long jeans and a baggy white tee. He was also given socks and shoes which felt foreign after so long without them.

"Okay, let's get this fucking show on the road," Negan smirks, sliding his hand around Daryl's waist as he leads them to the door. He grabs Lucille before heading out into the hall. Daryl felt wrong as he walked alongside the Savior. Every person they passed either stared from a distance or kneeled at Negan's presence. Negan paid little attention to the audience as he moved his hand farther down to Daryl's ass, giving the muscle a soft squeeze every few steps.

"Don't worry about them, boy. If they even dare to try something, I'll knock their fucking teeth out," Negan whispers causing Daryl to smirk. He continues to follow wordlessly as they make it toward an exit of the compound.

Daryl is taken back at first by the brightness; it had been days, weeks even, of no sign of the sun. Negan nudges him forward as he leads him somewhere. The hunter's eyes adjust and he is able to see that they are moving toward a large moving truck where several Saviors stood. All of them had guns and knives on them, some even had arrows. For a moment Daryl missed his crossbow but it didn't last too long. He didn't need it anymore because he had Negan instead.

"What the fuck are you cocksuckers doing sitting on your asses when there is fucking work to be done? Get a move on!" Negan yelled loudly, causing all the men to jump to their feet and move frantically across each other.

Once everyone had cleared the area, Negan halts, stopping Daryl as well. He turns to face the hunter, reaching his hand behind him in the process. He pulls out a silver hunting knife, the blade glinting dangerously in the morning sun. Daryl stares at it in confusion, his blue eyes flashing to Negan's. Negan reaches for Daryl's hand, placing the handle of the knife firmly in his hand.

"This is yours now. You can try to use it, take me out even, but considering I have Lucille right here..." Negan motions to his bat, "and over a hundred of my men within earshot, that wouldn't seem real smart. Or..." he licks his lips for a brief moment, " you can use it for when you have a sticky situation while we are out there. There are a lot of those dead fucks running around and as much as I'd like to give myself credit, I can't kill every single one. Understood?"

Daryl nods numbly, just admiring the weapon in his hand. After a few moments, he puts it between his belt and pants for safe keeping, smiling at the simple gift.

Before long, the Saviors begin piling up in different loading trucks. The tall brunette ushers the hunter to the nearest box truck, forcing him into the middle seat. Within seconds, the door of the driver's side opens and someone climbs in. Daryl grunts when he sees it's Dwight. The blonde wasn't thrilled either as he glanced Daryl up and down before starting the truck.

Daryl stayed quiet, watching through the window as they passed several walkers and abandoned buildings.

"Where are we going?" Daryl asked out loud. They were passing all the potential buildings for supplies.

Silence.

"Where are we going?" he repeated, his patience thinning.

"None of your fucking concern." Dwight finally snaps. Daryl glares at him for a while before turning to Negan. He hoped the brunette would yell at Dwight but instead, he continued staring out the window as if nothing happened. Fed up, Daryl crossed his arms, huffed, and leaned back into his seat.

He stares silently out the window for a while, eventually closing his eyes briefly and just letting the movement of the truck wash over him. He's almost asleep when he feels the truck come to a halt. Opening his eyes, Daryl is met with a large, all too familiar sign.

"Welcome to the Alexandria Safe Zone"