DARYL
"Step in!"
Dwight pushed me through the red door into some living quarters that I'd briefly glimpsed before. Negan was sitting in a leather chair. Calm as all-fuck.
Time to pay the piper....
"Oh, Jeezus....you look awful! Are you thirsty? Oh, I forgot. Your mouth is all puffed up like a baboon's ass. D, what's wrong with you? Get him a straw!"
A glass of cold water was held out, and I took it automatically.
"See that guy? He hustles, and I like hustle. Believe it or not, things weren't always cool between us."
I didn't move a muscle as the prick went on to tell me about why Dwight did a runner. His sister-in-law, sick and needin the insulin. Negan was willing to do a trade, but only if she married him.
She didn't. Instead, they all managed to escape and I ended up finding them. But he didn't appear to know that fact? 🫨
After Tina died in the forest, they returned. With Dwight beggin for Sherry's life....and Sherry marryin Negan. In return for Dwight's life.
He still paid a price with his face, though.
"There are rules, and my Lucille is a stickler for the rules. He got the iron. Yet he still got back on board, and now he's one of my top guys. I think you're finally ready to be that guy, too."
"This room, Daryl....it can all be yours. And all you gotta do is answer one simple question."
He motioned for Dwight to remove the glass of water from my hand.
"Who are you?"
My answer is full of nuthin but dead silence.
"Cat got your tongue? Or are you just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of all this? I'm gonna ask you one more time."
He touched the barbed wire of the bat to my chin, getting up in my face.
"Who....are....you?"
Raised my eyes and looked that bastard right in his. If this is gonna end? Then it's right here and now.
"Daryl!"
"It's cool, D. The man's made his choice. Ain't my problem if it's a dumbass one."
*
"You're gonna wind up in that room or hanging on the fence. JUST KNEEL FOR FUCK'S SAKE! "
Dwight threw me back in the cell. Then screamed, almost in....frustration....and not fury.
Yet all I can feel is sheer relief.
He has the ways and means of gettin me to do exactly what Negan wants. Except he still isn't using the ammo.
And it's confusing the fuck out of me. Given that I ain't toein the line, no matter what he throws at me.
"I get why yer did it, why yer came back here. Yer were thinkin about someone else and had to make a choice" I weren't cowering no more....no more.
"Yer know that I am too. And that's why I can't. She's the reason why....I won't!"
*
An hour later, I was led through the compound and shoved into the back of a truck. We were just over half an hour into the drive when the scenery rolling by started to get familiar.
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