"Daryl." Rick corners the man after they get back to Alexandria and park the truck. "What happened?"
Daryl was just about to walk away and go back to his home when Rick stopped him. He huffed and stared at the ground, pulling his button up closed so Rick can't see the bruises and hickies covering his skin. The marks on his neck are still visible, though, and he can feel Rick staring at them.
"I told you. Nothin'," he shakes his head and tries to walk away again. The sweat on his body has dried and he's still sticky between his legs. He just wants to shower and sleep for a while and not think.
But Rick stops him again, holding his arm.
"You're covered in bruises," Rick states bluntly. He doesn't let go of Daryl's arm. "Did he hurt you?" Anger wells up inside of the leader. The thought of the terrifying man throwing Daryl around and beating him makes his blood boil.
"No. He didn't hurt me." Daryl blushes, turning his head away. He can still feel Negan's hands on him, can still feel how he was pressed up against a wall and fucked until he was drooling like an idiot. He can still hear how Negan talked about Rick.
Rick huffs in frustration and let's go of Daryl's arm.
"If he's hurting you I'll do something about it. We all will do something about it. He's already killed one of our own, I don't want to lose you, too."
Daryl's heart races and drops all at one time when he hears the last part. He wants to tell the truth, but he doesn't want to admit how he was overpowered; how he gave in so easily, so willing. The last thing he wanted Rick to know was that he fucked the enemy.
"Rick," Daryl sighs, voice low. "'M fine. Really. Don' worry 'bout me."
He walks away, and this time, Rick lets him.
Daryl takes a long shower.
He washes all the dirt off his skin, all the sweat. It rolls down his body and colors the water by his feet as it goes down the drain. The bite marks on his skin sting when he washes himself, making him grit his teeth and wince. But he continues to wash anyway, wanting to get all the filth off of his body.
He dips two fingers near his entrance, and he can still feel Negan's cum inside of him. He pushes one finger inside and sucks in a breath when he pulls it back out, slick dripping down his thigh. He cleans around his hole the best he can, but even then, he still feels gross.
When he's done washing his hair, he just stands under the stream of water until the hot water runs out and goes cold. Turning off the shower, he steps out and towels off before wrapping the towel around his waist.
He lays back on his bed for a while, just staring at the ceiling.
He can't stop thinking about it. No matter how hard he tries, it just feels so surreal. The things Negan did to him, said to him.
Negan was his first time.
That part fucks him up the most.
He thought that his first time would be with someone he loved, or at least someone that would be more gentle and kind. Someone that would treat him right and whisper sweet nothings into his ear while they caressed him all over. That would take their time and worship him instead of going right into the act.
But no matter how much it fucks him up, he can't deny that he liked it.
He liked the way that Negan marked his skin and pulled his hair. How he wouldn't shut the fuck up and growl dirty, dirty things into his ear while he took him roughly. The way he gripped his hips so hard that he left bruises in the shape of his hands that hurt when Daryl pressed on them. And even if the aftermath is kinda gross, the feeling of Negan pushing so deep inside of him and letting loose makes him shiver at the memory.
He hates how his skin starts to warm and his heart starts to race. Hates how his body starts to react to the filthy thoughts that happened not even two hours before. Hates how he traces down his body and wraps his hand around himself, biting back a lewd moan as he strokes himself. His other hand pulls at the sheets, wet hair fanning out on the pillow as he turns.
He already wants to do more with the sinister man. He wants Negan to hold him down, to bind his hands and make him beg for it. He's never sucked cock before, and even if Negan is huge and intimidating, he wants to do it. He wants to feel Negan on his tongue and down his throat, wants the man to use him like a toy and nothing more, just a fuck hole. Wants to taste Negan's cum, wants the man to make him swallow it as he fills his mouth.
The thought of Negan fucking his mouth and coming down his throat is what gets him, and he comes over his fist with a choked off cry.
He lays there for a few minutes just breathing. It takes him a while to come back to reality, but once he's back, the cum on his hand is cooling and he feels disgusted. Disgusted with the drying cum and disgusted with how he just got off to the memory of their group's enemy holding him down and having their way with him.
He takes another long shower. He scrubs himself under the cold water, having used up all the hot. No matter how much he cleans himself, he can't get rid of the shame.
After Rick tries to pry what happened with Negan out of Daryl and failed, he goes back to his house. He wants to pry more, wants to find out what really happened between the two of them, but he knows that Daryl isn't one to tell things to people, even if he's so close with Rick. After Rick got with Michonne, Daryl's been more distant, only interacting with Rick when he really needed to. If he was secretive before, he's even moreso now that he's jealous of Michonne.
Rick goes inside and plops down on the couch, letting out a long sigh.
Just when things were starting to get better, everything goes to shit. With the walker invasion, with Carl losing his eye, and with Negan capturing his group and killing Glenn brutally in front of them for all to see. This always happens, he thinks. Everything always goes back to hell and there's nothing he can do to stop it. With Negan now taking half of their supplies every week, it's getting harder to feed and arm everyone. People have to skip meals and live on measly, stale granola bars. Most of the canned food goes over to Negan. Guns and bullets, half over to Negan. Their ammo is dwindling fast since it isn't so easy to find, and Rick is slowly wearing down.
And now, Daryl comes back with bruises all over his body after spending one on one time with the big man himself; Negan. Rick tries to think of what the hell could have happened between them.
Dary's shirt was torn, all the buttons gone. Bruises and bite marks covered his shoulders and neck. Rick still doesn't believe he saw bite marks. He doesn't want to believe he saw them. The hunter's eyes were red and puffy, cheeks still burning red from embarrassment; his hair a huge tangle.
An idea pops into his head, but he pushes it away and denies it.
There's no way Daryl would have slept with the enemy. Rick knows Daryl, knows he'd never do such a thing. At least he hoped Daryl would never do such a thing.
He never saw Daryl as a sexual being, if he was honest with himself. Of course, he thought the man was attractive sometimes, but he never saw Daryl express anything sexual. That, or he kept it very secretive.
"You okay?" Michonne interrupts Rick's thoughts, snapping him back to reality.
"Daryl is hurt," Is all he can say, fidgeting with his hands.
"What happened?" She sits down next to him, placing her hand on his thigh for comfort.
"Back at Negan's, we were unloading all the supplies. When we went back to the truck, he stayed behind. Saw him talkin' to Negan. Went to the truck with everyone else, so I didn't see what else happened." He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. "When he came back to the truck, his shirt was torn open, bruises all over the top half of his body. I swear I saw teeth marks."
Michonne thinks it over for a second, taking all the information in. She takes Rick's hand in her's, squeezing it try and calm Rick down. She can see the beginnings of panic in his bright blue eyes.
"Jesus," She cursed under her breath. "This happen at all before?"
"Nah. He looked fine the first few times we dropped things off," Rick explained, trying his hardest to think about the few other times they've traveled to Negan's compound. "Always seemed a little on edge, though."
"Are you going to do anything about this?" She asks. She's concerned herself, but she knows that Rick isn't very smart when it comes to making thought out decisions. He's the leader, yes, but he can act on impulse and make things spin even more out of control. In the past it's happened too many times, and only once did Michonne shut him down before he could do something drastic.
"Negan is dangerous," Rick sucks in a breath. "We can't just attack him. He has hundreds of people backing him up. They'd kill us easily."
He pauses for a minute, both of them thinking the situation over.
"Daryl can handle himself," Rick says, mostly to himself. He knows the man can crumble at times, but he wants to believe that the hunter can handle himself on his own when faced with a rough situation. But to a powerful man like Negan, it's not an easy decision to make if they want to make a move against the man. "He'd come to me if he really needed help."
Michonne nods in agreement, placing a kiss on Rick's cheek before cuddling up to him in silence.