More than words ~Sequel to My Guardian

Offer

The door opened and two men grabbed onto each of us. Negan grabbed onto me and nipped at my neck. Pushing him roughly back Michonne and I tackled the men on April and Hunter. Grabbing one of their guns I shot some men and Negan tackled me to the ground. He hit me with the back of his shotgun and my sight became blurry. “Wynter!” Michonne exclaimed and Hunter and April screamed. I couldn’t keep my eyes open so once again I slipped into darkness.

I awoke abruptly in a cold dark room. There were no voices that could be heard and I started to panic. Where was everyone? Where was I? Was the group alright? Those words lingered in my mind as I got up from the hard floor. Scanning the room I managed to find a bowie knife. Underneath the bed I found a bloodied crossbow. Daryl’s crossbow and his vest! My hand cupped over my mouth and I slumped against the wall. I held my head in my hands and I noticed my ring was still on. Taking it off I threw it as I cried. He was gone, and it was all my fault. I was ripped out of my thoughts by strong arms wrapping around me. Looking up I saw a beaten and bruised Daryl. My heart raced and I cried harder but this time tears of joy. “I thought you were dead!” he stroked my hair and pulled me closer to him. “I ain’t dead. What did they do to you?” he asked checking all over me. He cupped my face and scanned over me. Putting my hands on top of his I smiled weakly. “They didn’t do anything except Negan hit me-“he tensed and saw the bruise. He looked down and his hands formed into fists. “Daryl we need to get the hell out of here, they are using the woman for pleasure they’re raping them!” I whisper shouted and he turned his attention back to me. “Did they-“I cut him off. “No.” I rushed, and he relaxed only a Little BIT. “What the hell did they do to you!” I exclaimed as I examined his face. There was blood stains on the sleeve he tied on his wound, and he had a black eye with a busted lip and dried blood on his face. “They take each of us individually and spill things about the others like what’s our relationship with each other. We ain’t giving up anything so they beat the hell out of us. They asked what relationships ya had with me.” He explained. Slowly I nodded and shook my head. “This is a bloody nightmare.” I whispered resting my head on his shoulder. He reached for his crossbow and his arrow. “They ain’t taking you again. I’ll do whatever it takes for you and the group to be safe again.” He told me and although it might be crazy I believed him.

    Even though Daryl was beside me I couldn’t sleep; it didn’t help that he was pacing back and forth and he had his guard raised sky high. I rested my hand on his shoulder and he turned to me. “You should get some rest, ya need it.” He told me. “Yeah and you need it too.” I responded crossing my arms over my chest. I kissed him despite the fact that he had a busted lip. He had his hands firmly on my waist and kissed back. We pulled away and I laid down on the bed. “I promise you will be here when ya wake up and not some damn room.” He said kissing the top of my head and watching the door again. After a while I finally managed to fall asleep.

  

   Daryl’s P.O.V.

     I was gagged and bound and I looked up at the bastard Negan. His hands were bloodied and he continued to swing his fists. My head turned with the impact of his fist and I turned coldly at the man. “Who the hell is Wynter?! Who is she to the group?! Is she the leader?” He cut the rope off and I was able to speak, but I remained silent. “She means something to you doesn’t she? Interesting well wouldn’t be a shame if my men had their hands all over her? Or that they were going to kill her after they were done using her?” I was shaking with anger and I was beyond pissed images of him dying flooded my mind and I wish they were fucking reality. He chuckled darkly and stepped back. “I know she loves you Daryl. I know that you care about her and the group. You’ll do anything for them. She means the world to you and you will do anything to keep her safe.” He continued. “You don’t know nothing!” I spat and he chuckled. “I’ll let her and the group go IF you get what I want.” He responded. “Ya and what’s that?” I questioned even though he was lying through his damn teeth.

            Daryl's P.O.V.

      

          Negan was pacing back and forth. “The thing I want is all of your supplies and a girl.” My eyes flickered with rage and I scoffed. “Hell no ya ain’t getting our weapons and you sure as hell ain’t getting no girl.” He smirked and swung his fist again. Spitting out blood I looked up at him again. “If you don’t make an agreement by the end of the night with the group more people will die. I will bring Wynter in here and put a bullet in her skull.” Instinctively I tried to move only to realize that I was tied. “If ya touch her I will-“he cut me off. “You can’t do a damn thing about that. Besides I’ve already had my share. She was so scared, and fought back. Feisty isn’t she?” he chuckled at my reaction. I wanted to kill him right then and there but I couldn’t. “Yer lucky I’m fucking tied up.” I growled, as I tried to get out of the rope. My hands were bloodied from trying and a man threw Wynter into the room where I was getting beat. Her face fell and a tear fell down her face.

      

         A man brought her over to Negan and I tensed. “You’re going to tell me who the leader of this group is.” He told her but she shook her head and glared. “I’m not telling you anything.” She spat and he shrugged, swinging his fist as it collided with my jaw. She winced and she tried to get him to stop, but a man grabbed her. “Get your hands off her ya son of a bitch!” I hissed and he held her tighter. “Stop!” She pleaded as they continued to hit me. She balled her hand into a fist and she swung. Her fist collided with the man’s jaw and she rushed over to me. Tears fell from her face and I felt even more pissed, that is was because of Negan. A gun cocked behind her and Negan had his gun raised on her. “Tell me bitch or he dies.” I growled and she shook with fear. “My f-father. R-Rick G-Grimes. He’s with…. Carl m-my brother.” He snapped his fingers and men walked out of the room. “W-What are you doing she questioned. “Bringing ‘em in here.” I responded and she embraced me and cupped my face. “What did they do to you? This is all my fault I’m sorry I’m sorry.” She repeated a countless amount of times as Negan pulled her off me. “Don’t. Touch. Her.” I firmly spoke he smirked but for once obeyed and stood near the door.

    Wynter’s P.O.V.

   We waited for what felt like forever until they pushed Rick and Carl, and Michonne into the room. “You have till nightfall to take up my offer. Just so you know I’m serious-“He pointed his gun and shot Carl in the chest! “Carl!” My father and I screamed. Carl groaned and he fell on the cemented floor and Negan slammed the door shut. “Oh my god Carl!” I grasped onto my hand and tears streamed down my father’s and I’s face. “Carl!” I cried. Michonne held her knife and cut the rope off Daryl and he rushed over kneeling beside Carl. I held Daryl close and I cried into his chest. He let go of me and put pressure on the wound with his hands. “We got to do the offer.” Michonne spoke up. “We just need to get the hell out of here and get Carl and the rest of the group safe.” She continued. My father glanced at Daryl who looked at me. “Let’s do it.” He replied.