No Way Out •Daryl/Negan•

The First Day of the Rest of Your Life (Epilouge)

The next six weeks have been nothing but progress for the duo. Daryl's knife wound is almost healed, though the scar still remained, and Negan is a lot more sincere towards Daryl, though he's still a hard ass outside the bedroom. Daryl still stays in Negan's room all day, for his protection more than anything according to Negan, but Daryl has no complaints. He finds it safe and comforting, especially when Negan spends his every free moment with the hunter in the bed. They still have sex, though rarely and a lot gentler due to Daryl's injury. However, the archer missed the wild and rough sex from time to time; he looked forward to it once he was healed properly.

At the moment, Daryl laid on the bed, waiting for Negan to get back from some "business". Propping himself on his elbows at the foot of the bed, he laid reading through a hunting magazine Negan had found for him. He was so intrigued by the butterfly knifes and survival tips, that he didn't even notice the next two hours fly by. He was looking at a picture of a 20-point buck when Negan walked in, Lucille in clutch.

Daryl didn't look away from his magazine as the Savior carefully laid his bat by the door and shucked off his jacket and boots before crawling into bed next to him.

"You like that magazine?" Negan asked causally, soaking up the eager look on his boy's face. Daryl briefly looked up from the pages to give an excited nod before turning back to them. A chuckle left Negan as he shook his head in amusement. "I'll have to have my men look for more then on the next supply run."

The hunter looked up again, longer this time and smiled widely at his leader. He liked that idea very much.

Negan laughed again before gently moving the magazine from Daryl's hands and pulling Daryl closer to him. They laid in the spooning position with Negan's arms around Daryl's waist and his face tucked into the back of the archer's neck. He inhaled heavily, smelling the unique scent of Daryl's skin. Daryl placed his hands on Negan's where they latched over his stomach and closed his eyes to soak in the closeness.

"I have something special planned for tonight. We can lay here for a few more minutes but then you need to take a shower. Alright?" Negan explained hotly into the shell of Daryl's ear. The younger man nodded, a small blush growing onto his cheeks as an idea popped into his head to what the "special" event was.

As promised, the two laid for a few more minutes together before Daryl was ushered to the bathroom. He made sure to wash every inch of himself twice before turning the water off and wrapping a towel around himself.

A clean outfit laid waiting for him on the bed when he came back, but Negan was gone. Daryl doesn't worry too much as he puts on the clothes: a nice pair of Khakis, long sleeve shirt and a pair of Negan's old boots. As soon as he finishes tying the laces, Negan comes in, already dressed and ready to go.

"Ready?" Negan asks, a smile on his face. He offers his hand which Daryl gladly takes before leading them out the door and into the hall. Daryl watches curiously as he's led down a way he's not familiar with. They reach a bunch of stairs which they climb up for four stories when lastly they reach a metal, locked door. Negan let's go of Daryl's hand to unlatch the rusted locks before opening it up.

Daryl's confused as he steps through. The first thing that hits him is that it's cold. The next is that it's dark. And thirdly, that their outside... and up high. Before the hunter can run back inside, Negan wraps his arm around his shoulders and leads him farther out onto the roof.

Daryl, a little less on guard, walks toward the edge of the building and looks over the ledge. He can hear Negan behind him, but he doesn't say anything, he just looks. He sees the trees first and notices how high up they were, maybe four-five stories up. Then he looked all the way down and saw the walkers. Dozens of them, just grouped at the gate. If Daryl listened closely, he could hear them snarling. There were Saviors there, of course, slowly taking them out one by one.