Broken [Daryl Dixon X Reader]

12 » Mourning

You didn't say anything as you were thrown into the back of the truck.

Abraham and Glenn were gone. They were both good friends of yours. And now, they were dead. You watched them die. You watched as the barbed-wired bat struck down onto their skulls.

It was your fault Glenn died. You stood up. He was dead because of you. And now, you were being punished for it.

You didn't say anything as Negan spoke to you. Your eyes that were once bright, we're now dull.

There were no longer any tears left to cry as you stared blankly into your hands. The hands that got Glenn killed. You lost control and punched Negan in the jaw, now Glenn was punished for your selfishness.

The only thought that occurred in your head as your clothes were getting pulled off was that you deserved this.

You deserved it all.

--

You flinched and backed away as the door opened. You tried to cover your naked bruised body but failed as the unknown man's eyes stared at your chest.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. The man laughed as he dragged you up by the arm and pulled you into another room.

His hands trailed over your cold pale body. You felt like throwing up at his touch. He smirked as you backed up into the wall.

"Stop," Your voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

The tears were suddenly back and streaming down your cheeks as he unzipped his jeans. You tried pushing him away weakly, but he just pinned you to the wall and bit into your neck.

You felt him enter you swiftly and you cried out in pain. Each thrust felt like hell as you screamed in pain.

"Stop, please!" You sobbed as he moved quickly inside of you.

"Stop..."

"Stop..."

It felt like hours until he finished inside of you.

He pulled out and started fixing his jeans. He licked a stripe on your neck before he dragged you back into your cell.

You cried loudly into your arms. You felt disgusted and violated. There was a loud bang on your door and the same man walked in, throwing a shirt and pants onto the ground next to you.

He left the small room, slamming the door behind him.

--

You stared at the ground and followed behind Negan in silence. You felt people's eyes on you as you followed behind him. If you didn't follow what he said, then he'd let you get raped again. This was your only choice.

When you finally looked up you saw Rick staring at you in sadness. Daryl was nowhere to be seen. He was probably at the house with Alec. It was probably for the best, you wouldn't even be able to look at both of them if they were there.

"Now, why don't we go check up on your husband. I'm sure he misses you." You looked up at Negan. He must have read your mind as he smirked at you.

"Rick, take us to the house the archer lives in." He said.

You looked down as tears backed up in your eyes.

"Please don't." You whispered.

"Did I say you could speak?" Negan said angrily.

"I'm sorry." You followed behind him again as Rick took Negan to his house.

When the door opened you saw the back of Daryl's head as he held a sleeping Alec in his arms.

You cried silently and looked at the ground again.

"Shit, you didn't tell me you had a baby with this guy," Negan chuckled as Daryl looked back at you in surprise.

"(Y/N)?" Daryl stood up and was about to walk towards you, before Negan stopped him with his bat.

"No touching." He said.

You backed up and stared at your sleeping child. The baby stirred and looked up blinking in confusion.

When he saw you he reached over with his left hand as his right hand held onto Daryl's vest tightly.

He murmured happily as he tried grabbing you.

"This is the last time you'll be seeing mama for a while, so get a good look at her before we go." Negan said to the baby yanking your arm roughly and pulling you out of the house. There was the sound of a baby's cries as you walked slowly in regret.

--

You had a crowbar in your right hand as you ran and hid behind one of the motorcycles.

"What the hell?" You looked up and saw the same guy that brought Negan his bat. You didn't catch his name.

"Whoa. Whoa. It's cool, I swear. You can walk right out that back gate there, and I won't say anything to anybody. I'm supposed to be there now, but, listen, I'm- I'm just trying to get by, just like you. Please." You walked towards him and watched as he raised his hands in the air.

You hit him in the head with the crowbar. Blood poured out as you kept doing it, over, and over, and over again, until he was dead. Even then you keep hitting him until you got all the rage out.

"(Y/N)." You looked up breathing heavily. Jesus stood there looking surprised.

"Are you okay?" You ignored the question and got on the motorcycle in front of you.

"I got the key, let's go."

--

You felt the tears rolling down your face again, as Daryl pressed his lips against yours.

You wanted to push away. He deserved better. You were filthy. Handled by so many different men.

When Daryl tried to hand over your baby you shook your head. "I can't..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He looked angered at your comment.

You fell to the ground and stared up into the sky. "I can't."

"(Y/N)," He tried pulling you up but you pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch me," You put your head in your hands and sobbed.

"What happened?" He asked kneeling in front of you.

"J-just- just stay away..." You got up and walked through the Hilltop gates.

You needed to be alone for a while...