Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Forty Three| Stowaway

🌱Kristina🌱

I sit with Amber, Sherry, Tanya, and Frankie. Negan's other wives, chatting with them makes me feel better about my situation. They're really nice. "So, I heard Negan and you "celebrated" last night. You okay?" Sherry asks me and I shake my head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I understand, sweetie. For the record I think what you did was right, you did it to protect him, that's what I did. Daryl's your husband right?" I nod my head, fiddling with the black dress Frankie gave me. "When Dwight and I met him in the woods, he talked about you."

"What?"

"Yeah. He said something along the lines of "I'm not screwing around. I don't know who you think I am, but I got a wife and newborn kid to get back too." His words seemed genuine and I trusted him but Dwight didn't."

"Seems it's the other way around now doesn't it? What're they doing to him?"

"Negan's mostly into psychological torture. I don't know much about it." I feel sick to my stomach as last night's events playback in my head. I miss Daryl so much, his low voice that makes me feel happy, his arms that make me feel safe, and his kind words that make me feel proud of who I am. I place my head in my hands and cry silently.

"Oh, honey," Sherry says softly and the girls scoot closer, rubbing my shoulders and whisper kind words that do nothing to evaporate my self-loathing and sadness. "Just try to remember that you're doing this for him." I pull my hands away from my face to look up at her.

She smiles sadly and brushes my tears away. "It'll get better. I'm sure of it." I nod my head and suddenly a voice calls, "Ladies." We all turn and see Negan, but my eyes settle on Carl. "Carl?" His eye fills with sadness as I'm sure Negan has filled him in that we're his wives. "Don't mind the kid. I know every woman where you're from dresses like they do the books at an auto shop."

He then says in a hushed voice, that we can all hear, "You're gonna want to look at their titties. It's cool. I won't mind. They won't mind. Knock yourself out." He then turns to Sherry. "Can I talk to you for a minute, dear wife? Make yourself comfortable, kid."

Sherry follows him out into the hall and Carl immediately makes a beeline for me. I accept his hug and wrap my arms around him. "What are you doing here? I assume Rick doesn't know." He pulls away and looks up at me.

"First answer me this. What the fuck is going on? Why are you one of Negan's wives?" I look down into his eye, filled with confusion and sadness. "It was the only way to save Daryl. I didn't want this, I feel more horrible than you can imagine."

"I'm so sorry. I wish there was a way to get you out of here and back home where you belong."

"I know Carl. But I can't find a way out without putting Daryl in danger. If I leave or try to and get caught then they'll kill Daryl."

"You'll find a way, I know you will." I nod sadly. "Amber," I look up as Negan comes back in with Sherry. "You know I don't want anybody here that don't want to be here. Right?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Oh. So, if you want to go run on back to Mark you can. But what can't you do?" Amber looks up at him fearfully. "Cheat on you," We all say and Carl looks at me.

"You can't cheat on me. There's plenty of other gals who would love to take your place, and there's a few job openings that I can think of. You want to go back to Mark and your mom? Hell, I'll put you all on the same job."

"No. I- I'll stay. I'm...I'm sorry."

"You know what that means right?" Negan asks stepping closer to her. Amber hesitates, tears in her eyes, and Negan repeats the question. "Ye-yes. I love you, Negan."