Despite what he said before, what he did before, what had happened before, Sam was never prepared for it. It came in different ways, the grief of losing someone, the pain of seeing death and it was never any easier. He would not lift his eyes. Negan taunted them all, waved the bloodied bat in Rosita's face but got no response from Sam. It seemed that he was trying too hard and this was scaring Sam. Why had Negan taken such an interest in him, he would not know the answer for a while. Daryl's only concern, as gruesome a sight as was next to him and as horrible as the warm blood on his cheeks was, he felt only remorse. He knew Sam could very well die and he regretted everything. he regretted not telling Sam he loved him enough times, he regretted the argument they had, he regretted the way he spoke to Sam. Now, seeing him on his knees, his chin lifted yet again by a bloodied baseball bat, Daryl needed to put aside his regrets and live, and keep on living, and save Sam. In a spurt of courage he lunged for Negan, landing a punch on his jaw and causing him to stumble away from Sam. Daryl struggled as he knelt in front of Sam, beaten, bloody, bruised but still surviving and still desperately seeking to save Sam from a gruesome fate.
Dwight trained the crossbow on Daryl, asking of he had permission to shoot Daryl. Negan flatly refused and took in the sight before him. Sam struggled against his captors and tried to inch towards Daryl who protectively knelt in front of him, face emotionless.
"Please! Just stop this!" Sasha screamed at Sam who only struggled harder.
"Now, As punishment for...that, Another one of you has to go. I warned you, the first one's free but after that no more chances, and i'm a man of my word so...let's get back to it!" He swung, brought back down the bat, yet another death, yet another horrific event. Screams filled the air as the victim continued living. His face was disfigured, his eye hanging down his face, he wouldn't come back from this.
"Awww, I think he's trying to say something!" Negan taunted as Sam buried his face in Daryl's back, refusing to let his tears fall but refusing to watch his friend die.
"M-m-maggie, I'll find you"
"Remember, no exceptions" Negan smiled sadistically before smashing the remains to pieces, ending yet another life.
"Lucille is thirsty! She's a vampire bat!" Negan laughed. "Was the joke that bad?" He asked, pulling Rick into the Rv and driving away with him.
Silence. Only silence. tears, no cries, pure hate, pure sadness. Even the saviours seemed baffled. In their lapse, Daryl enveloped Sam in his arms as he cried and the cruelty of the saviours didn't seem to stretch as far as to pull them apart. Daryl needed this embrace as much as Sam did, maybe even more. He cried too. Sam clung to him like his life depended on it, his head firmly against a warm chest, his face hidden from the horrors of the world as he mourned his friend. They did not count the time but eventually Negan came back again, with Rick and shoved him to the floor. His eyes moved to Sam and Daryl who knelt together and the saviours quickly pulled the two apart which was not too hard as neither of them had the energy anymore to fight.
"This whole journey, was to change the way you all see me but...you're still looking at me with that damn look!" He grew angrier and grabbed Carl, wrapping a belt around his arm after asking if he was left-handed or not, taking off his hat. He the drew a line on his arm and gave Rick an axe.
"You're going to cut off this boys arm...or they all die"
Rick began to cry, he didn't answer, Michonne pleaded, Carl gave up.
"Just do it, Dad, Just do it" He whispered, still held down by Negan. Rick raised the axe, got ready to mutilate his own son but Negan stopped him at the last second.
"Now that is the look I want to see! You answer to me, you belong to me and you provide for me, right?"
"Right"
Sam felt himself be tugged up but put up little resistance as he was thrown yet again into the back of a truck, harshly thrown against the metallic flooring of the vehicle. Another body followed him and he heaved in relief when he saw that it was Daryl.
"I'm taking these two because I like them. If you try anything then I will cut little pieces off of Sam and Daryl and send them to your doorstep! Or better yet, I'll get you to cut bits off of them!" I'll come back for the drop in one week, Ta-ta!" Joyfully the voice faded and the doors to the truck were closed. Sam scrunched his eyes shut in the darkness as Daryl held him, not speaking. Daryl was worse for wear and yet needed the comfort of an embrace just as much as Sam who now shed anguished tears, burying his face into the warm chest of the man who was his rock. Daryl found an odd sense of calm, the anger he felt was still there, bubbling beneath his skin but at this moment he felt...thankful? What was there to be thankful for? Glenn was dead, Abraham was dead, the group was split up and Sam and Daryl had no idea where they were going or what would happen yet as Daryl fought hard against his own tears and held the shaking male in his arms he thanked whatever god there was that Sam was still alive, that the rest were still alive. As he rocked Sam backwards and forwards, breathed deeply and tried to settle his own raging emotions he hummed a simple tune and Sam listened, sniffling with no way to stem his tears
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Hi guys author here, I implore you to listen to this song in a silent room with little disturbance to feel the raw emotion that the singer, David Draiman, communicates. I wanted to write down the lyrics but could bring myself to because I've made myself cry. This song means so much, enjoy and take my advice, listen to it and feel.
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RomanceHe had always been introverted, growing up in Georgia, his family was religious and hated him for being Gay. when the apocalypse occurs and the dead start walking the earth he learns that there is more to love than they once said, than procreation...
