WARNINGS!

This story will contain strong language, graphic violence, references and or scenes of child abuse.

"Dammit Dwight hold the fuck and stop being such a pussy!" Negan's booming voice echoed when it bounced off the walls of the stone walls in the dark room, as he watched his henchman struggle to drag their wounded captive through the doorway.

Daryl was twisting and writhing trying to break the younger man's hold underneath his armpits while he dragged him across the floor.

"Lemme go you sick sonuvabitch!"

The younger man shot Negan a heated glare but one sharp look reminded Dwight what would happen if he tried to argue with anything his leader said.

Negan had to admit he was impressed with this man… well that was obvious when he decided to take take him hostage.

He rolled his eyes and let out an irritated huff as he waited beside the door ready to close it behind the two.

Finally Dwight was close enough to the door that he was able to shove the redneck forward into the room causing him to stumble on his feet.

The Savior leader let out a scoff and stuck forward a long leg that sent Daryl crashing to the floor when he tripped over it and a string of slurred curses and angry yells erupted when the redneck crashed face first onto the cold unforgiving stone surface.

Dwight rushed into the room and Negan slammed the heavy door behind him turning to their hostage that the blond was already trying trying to pin the man to the ground to fasten a pair of zip ties around his wrists.

Negan made his way over to them boots thudding against the stone with each step til he stopped in front of where Daryl's head lay snarling and spitting out profanities.

The blond finally got the man's hands secured behind him and leaned backwards for a moment on the back of the redneck's legs to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand still panting hard from the struggle.

Daryl's eyes were darting around the room clearly looking for an exit causing Negan's eyes to darken despite the devious smile that played upon his lips.

His henchman rose to his feet and spat a wad of blood onto the ground turning back to his leader who gave him a dismissive wave.

"I think me and this ballsy little fuck need to have some one on one time."

Dwight didn't even wait to be called back or ask if Negan wanted anything before he left, he hated the man that much was very clear and the one thing he wanted was to get away from the colossal douchebag.

Once the blond had disappeared slamming the door on the way out Negan let out a low whistle under his breath.

"Ya know… I think me and that little shit are gonna have a talk about manners later." the man spoke kneeling down beside his unwilling and obviously agitated guest.

Daryl glared up at him letting out a small huff with the rush of air that exhaled through his nostrils.

Negan's smirk disappeared as he reached down to tangle his fist into the redneck's dark hair pulling upwards until he'd forced the man to his knees.

"Now, Daryl wasn't it? I suppose the million-dollar question is what the fuck do I do with you?"

Blue eyes continued to glare him defiantly and watched the man's jaw tighten as he tried to contain all that anger that was simmering just under the skin.

He cocked his head slightly to the side with an eyebrow lifted in question. "Fuck son, you sure were biting and snarling at anything that came within a few inches earlier."

"Ain't got nothing to say." Daryl snarled through grit teeth.

The loud booming laugh that rumbled deep from the back Negan's throat actually startled the younger man at first if the flinch was anything to go by.

Once the man composed himself he flashed that charming smile that masked something so sinister.

"Sure you do, but if not me certainly to Lucille. Oh my, did you see the way my dirty girl bashed your friends' heads in!? Prick looked like he was bout to add shit into those piss-filled pants of his, cryin' like a little bitch because I broke his little family. Took your shit and gave it to Blondie out there."

When Daryl continued to remain quiet Negan frowned in disapproval, he hated being ignored and that was something that was not going to fly with him.

Just when he was about to confront the matter the redneck started to speak, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

Irritated and impatient he rolled his eyes, "What? I didn't hear you, speak up for me."

"Yeah, got somethin' to say."

Negan knelt down again letting his hand slip from Daryl's hair to hold him upright with one large hand pressing against his chest and leaned a little closer looking at him expectantly waiting for him to speak.

With two swift movements Daryl landed a successful violent headbutt to the fucker's face, striking him directly in the nose which gave a sickening crack as the cartilage gave way and painted Negan's face in crimson rivets.

The man let out a grunt biting down the initial shout of pain that had tried to escape, he fell backwards landing on his ass with a loud 'oof'.

Daryl threw his weight backwards so he could use his legs as leverage to put as much distance as he could between the man and himself.

It didn't take long for the man to be on his feet again advancing towards Daryl who was still trying to back up and was now shouting at him angrily as he continued to advance on him.

"You little brat, I'm gonna make you wish you hadn't done that." he snarled bitterly.

"Y'all messin' with the wrong people ya stupid sac of shit! Y'aint ever gonna break us! Not Rick, not them, and you sure as hell ain't gonna break me you sick sonuvabitch! Sure ya took Glenn and Abraham but we ain't broken, I grew up around men like you mo'fucker! If I still had that grenade launcher I'd blow you and all y'all into pieces!"

Negan's approach halted at the last part and stood there and stared at the Survivor who sat there panting from his hollering with his face flushed a light pink with anger despite all the blood loss.

Daryl's angry eyes locked on his as he stared up at his shocked expression.

As he registered what the redneck just hinted at his bewilderment morphed to a fierce rage.

He was pleased to see Daryl's eyes strike up a mix of horror when he was immediately zoning in on him.

Once he was able he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled hard hurling the man hick onto his belly facedown on the floor.

The younger man could sense that he'd set him off now, he'd think him stupid if he didn't and boy did he start to try to put up a fight.

Kicking, twisting, jerking, heaving all his weight against him when he grabbed hold of the back of his sleeveless shirt to yank him to his feet.

He pulled on the scruff of his collar trying to hoist him onto his feet but instead a loud 'shrrrriiiip' filled the room as the fabric gave way after Daryl tried to throw all his weight forward.

All at once the fighting stopped and Negan could see the smaller body visibly tense as his skin was exposed to the cold air of the room.

It didn't take Negan long to see why.

"Oh.. oh my look at these..."

Daryl didn't miss the mischievous playful tone to the man's voice that sent a bolt of dread sparking through his entire being.

'Oh shit!'

He felt the man run a cold hand over one of the larger scars on his lower back making him shiver.

"I know what these are… looks like you did grow up around men like me."

"Ge'off me!"

The last thing Daryl saw before his eyes went black was Negan's boot flying directly at his face.

Stay tuned!