The next week comes around, and it's time to drop off more supplies at Negan's compound. As usual, many people help with packing everything onto the truck, and Rick and Daryl hop into the front. There's not much room in the front, but there's a little space behind the two seats where two other people can fit, and they do their best to pack in there. They feel better bringing more people when they go to Negan's compound, just in case things get hairy. Of course, Negan could still overpower them easily with his hundreds of minions. But they still feel better bringing as many people as they can along.
Rick drives, and Daryl takes the passenger seat. Abraham and Tara take the back, having volunteered to go along with the other two this week. They shift who comes along every week and sits in the back.
The ride there is quiet, only a few words passed between the four of them on the way there. There's no music since Rick doesn't want to waste the gas in the truck. So they sit there, trapped in their own suffocating thoughts.
Rick pulls up to the compound and parks, the back of the truck facing a big opening in the building. All four of them climb out of the car, Abraham and Tara stretching, feeling sore from having to crouch in the back.
"There you are." As expected, Negan is waiting for them. He's always waiting for them when they pull up, not one to waste his or anybody else's time. "Got all the shit for me?"
"We have all that we can give," Rick explains, pulling up the back of the truck to reveal stacks of supplies from canned food to medicine.
Daryl stands off to the side, gaze on the ground. He can feel Negan staring at him, and he can feel his face heating up.
"Go on, unpack all of it. I don't have all fucking day," He orders, leaning against the wall. He holds Lucille in his right hand, balancing her on his shoulder. No matter how many times Rick or any of his group sees the deadly bat, they can't shake the image of Glenn's brains splattered in the dirt.
They unload the supplies as fast as they can, but it still takes a good amount of time. They don't want to break anything. That's the last thing they need, Negan on their ass for damaging the goods and asking for even more the next time around.
Daryl hasn't looked at Negan once since they arrived. He focuses on moving boxes, but he can still feel the man staring a hole into him, watching his every move. He can feel him staring at the marks still marring his neck, how they're turning a sickly yellow and purple, the indents of teeth gone but blood still right under the skin.
He feels like Negan is going to corner him again. He doesn't know how he feels about it, mixed emotions making his head spin. On one hand, he wants to leave without looking at the sinister man, avoiding all contact with him. But on the other hand, he wants to be pulled aside so they're both alone together. He wants Negan to rip off his shirt again, wants him to further mark his skin and claim him; make him scream until his throat his hoarse and voice is worn out. The thought makes him excited, and he shifts awkwardly as they unload the last few boxes.
"That's all of it," Rick says as he puts down the last box, wiping his hands together to rid them of a layer of dust.
Negan looks over all of the supplies laid out on the floor, judging the amount of everything. The other four wait in fear as he observes them, tapping his foot.
"You're a little short this time," He finally speaks.
"This is half of what we have," Rick states honestly. "We're struggling. It's not easy to scavenge food, medicine...anything. We have a whole community to feed, to take care of."
Negan side eyes him, taking note of his desperate, truthful tone. Just like when he had Rick kneeling in line on the night he murdered Glenn, he sees fear in the man's eyes.
"Try to get more by next week." Negan swings Lucille down to balance the tip of the bat on the floor. There's no sympathy in his voice. "Or else I'll have to make a visit to Alexandria myself."
All four of them pause at that threat, but Rick nods.
"Please. We'll do our best." He looks around at the other three, seeing how nervous they are, just like himself.
"Now, go." Negan shoos them away, nodding in the opposite direction of them. "I have shit to do."
They all turn around and start to make their way back to the truck, and Daryl lets out a sigh of relief, thinking he's off the hook for now.
"You. Stay back," Negan says, loud enough for only Daryl to hear. Daryl stops dead in his tracks, freezing up. He turns around slowly, still unable to look the man in the eye, focusing on the space right above Negan's shoulder instead. He looks back to see Rick staring back at them as he walks away. Daryl shakes his head, motioning for Rick to keep on walking, and after a long, concerned stare, Rick turns back around and heads to the truck.
"I'm still keeping my eye on you," Negan leans in staring directly at Daryl. The hunter still doesn't look at him directly. "Bet your buddies noticed your neck, huh? Did they ask any questions? Hm?"
"Yes," Daryl mutters, hands in fists at his side. He can't help but get aroused being so close to the man, being singled out. "They have. They're worried."
"And what did you tell them?" Negan pushes, tappings his foot on the ground.
"Told 'em not to worry."
"But they'll still worry, of course," Negan laughs. "Probably planning to fucking kill me if I keep hurting you. Probably think I'm fucking you up, but in reality, I fucked you and you enjoyed every last minute of it. Didn't you?"
Negan's gaze burns Daryl's skin. He wants to turn around and run, but he feels glued to the spot.
"I did," Daryl admits, pale face as red as a tomato. Usually someone to stick up for himself, he feels so powerless around Negan. He feels so small, so useless. He knows that if he does anything wrong or fucks up in any way he'll be dead before he can say a word, either by being killed by Negan himself or one of his followers. Or both. He doesn't want to think about that, because the thought is genuinely terrifying.
"Oh, I could tell that you did. Moaning like a fucking bitch in heat, you were," Negan whistles. Daryl can feel himself getting excited again, pressing his thighs together like it'll change anything. His nails dig into his jeans, and he bites back a moan as Negan's free hand goes up to run its fingers through his hair.
"Excited already?" Daryl hates that he points it out, but at the same time, he wanted the man to notice. Wanted him to notice so he could touch him again, make him feel something again other than numbness and pain. "Just by being around me, you're ready to fuck again? Didn't know I had that strong of an impact. Good to know." He continues to pet Daryl's hair, the hunter leaning into the touch like a cat begging for attention. His eyes are lidded and mouth slightly open, mind already hazy and blurred.
"Come with me. Don't want your friends bothering us. I'm sure they'll wait for you." Negan starts to walk away, and Daryl follows close behind. The compound is full of twists and turns. It's a huge maze, but Daryl tries to make sense of it. Yes, he's following Negan just because he wants to be touched again, but at the same time, he tries to map out the place and try and remember little things about it just in case worse comes to worse and his group has to do something drastic. He hopes that it doesn't come to that, because Negan is a powerful man with many, many loyal followers that would kill anyone at a snap of the big man's fingers. He could kill all of them so easily. The thought makes Daryl shake, and he's aroused and terrified all at once, such conflicting emotions fighting against each other so hard it's making his head hurt.
After many twists and turns, Negan finally leads him into a room with a bed. It's not just a bed, it's a queen sized bed covered in what looks to be lavender silk sheets and pillows, not a wrinkle in sight. Loveseats are in the corners of the room, and multiple women are draped over the seats and bed doing their own thing. A few of them are reading, one of them is taking a nap, and another one just sits there and stares at nothing. All of them are pretty, hair cascading over their thin shoulders and even wearing makeup. How they even got a hold of makeup Daryl doesn't know, but they all look beautiful.
"Alright, ladies. Me and Daryl need some alone time, so go hang out in another room for a while, okay?" He talks to them softer, not in his usual booming voice. He obviously cares for these women, because as they file out, he gives each of them a kiss.
"Who are they?" Daryl asks, confused.
"My wives." Negan puts simply, closing the door behind them once all of the ladies are out and both men step inside. He props Lucille up against the bedside table before he sits down on the fancy bed. Daryl wants to question him further, but he can't find anything to ask. So he keeps his mouth shut. "Come on, I don't have all fucking day. Get over here."
Daryl walks over and then stops, just standing in front of Negan. He doesn't know what to do or what he's supposed to do, so he just stands there and waits for an order like an idiot.
"What are you just standing there for? Get on your fucking knees," Negan barks, and Daryl drops to his knees right away. He goes down too fast, because his knees hit the hard floor and he winces at the pain that shoots up his legs.
"You ever suck cock before?" Negan asks, hands already going down to his fly.
"No," Daryl answers. But he knows he's going to now. "Thought about it. Never did it before."
"Well, there's a first time for everything," Negan grins as he takes himself out of his pants, holding himself in his hand. He's still huge, and now that Daryl is face to face with the man's cock, he can see how big he really is. The hunter's amazed that he could take that up the ass without getting hurt. "I'm sure you have an idea of what to do, so get fucking to it."
Daryl takes a deep breath, putting his hands on Negan's clothed thighs. He takes one hand and wraps it around Negan's dick, holding the girth in his hand. It's weird, because the only dick he's touched has only been his own, so feeling Negan's in his hand is different. But he likes it. Just beginning to slowly move his hand up and down, his heart races and he's completely hard in his jeans. But he doesn't focus on himself right now and puts all his concentration into the task at hand.
"You have any idea what to fucking do?" Negan spits, and Daryl flinches.
"Yeah," Daryl mutters. He knows what to do, he's seen enough porn. Obviously porn is different than real life, but at least he has something to go off of. In porn, they make it look so easy to deepthroat a cock, but he has a feeling that he's going to have a difficult time doing that. He has a gag reflex, of course, but he can control it if he tries hard enough. "I know what to do. Jus' never did it before. You're… huge."
"Well, thanks," Negan laughs at the compliment. "But get to fucking work."
Daryl takes another deep breath, still moving his hand up and down, but he takes a moment to spit on his palm before going back to it to ease the way. It slides across Negan's flesh much easier, and it must feel good for Negan, too, because he groans.
The hunter swallows, leaning forward to take the head of Negan's cock in his mouth. It's a musky taste, different but not totally unpleasant. He wasn't expecting anything sweet or nice tasting, but it's not terrible. He still has to get used to it.
He swirls his tongue around the head before trying to get more of Negan's cock in his mouth, his lips stretching around the girth. He gets nearly halfway down when he gags, pulling back suddenly.
"If you fucking vomit on me, you're gonna regret it," Negan warns, and Daryl shakes his head rapidly.
"I got it, I got it," Daryl reassures him, and goes right back to his job.
He once again seals his lips around the head, moving down slowly, taking his time as Negan goes further and further into his mouth and down his throat. He feels like he's going to gag, but he puts all his concentration on not doing that, feeling Negan go so far down his throat that he's surprised he's gotten that far. His nose is nearly pressing against Negan's crotch.
"Holy shit," Negan curses, letting out a shaky breath. "Look at you go." He runs his fingers through Daryl's hair, taking a hold of the sweaty strands. He doesn't pull or push just yet, just holding Daryl's head there. If the hunter was to pull back, Negan wouldn't stop him.
Daryl swallows around Negan's cock, his throat flexing. He still feels like he's going to gag, but he's still concentrating as hard as he can not to. It's working, because the way he's pulsing around Negan's member has Negan breathing heavily. He can hear the man nearly panting, his grip tightening in Daryl's hair.
The hunter pulls back, all the way off, and takes a gulp of air. Spit drips from Negan's dick and from the corners of Daryl's mouth, and Negan wants turn burn that image into his memory forever. Daryl is red faced, eyes watering, but he's definitely not upset. He's rock hard in his jeans, and he still wants to touch himself, but he's so light headed and focused on sucking off Negan that he doesn't care about himself right now. He just wants to get the powerful man off and feel him coming down his throat. Or, on his face, if that's what Negan wants. He has a feeling that this won't be the last time they do this sort of thing, or at least he hopes, because he's enjoying it too much so far. It's only his first time sucking cock, and he's already addicted to the whole experience.
He dives back in, swallowing down Negan's cock and bobbing his head, eyes closed as he does so. His hands rest on Negan's thick thighs, fingernails digging into the fabric of the man's jeans. Negan's hand in Daryl's hair begins to guide him back and forth, making Daryl moan around Negan's dick. The vibration from the moan makes Negan himself grunt, eyes closing and head tipping back as he gets lost in the pleasure.
Daryl's mouth starts to get tired already, but it doesn't stop him. He wants to make the man moan again, because whenever Negan groans, Daryl can feel his cock twitch.
He has to come up for air here and there, and more spit hangs off his lips every time. It slicks Negan's cock and makes it shiny, and Daryl wishes that he could have it in his ass again. But right now, he wants to feel Negan in his mouth.
"Fucking hell," Negan groans as Daryl goes back down again, slowly bobbing his head. He uses his tongue to lick up the underside and swirl around the head when he pulls back, and the sensations make Negan's heart beat faster and faster. He can feel himself reaching his climax, and as he gets closer, his grip on Daryl's hair gets tighter.
"When I cum, I want you to fucking swallow it," Negan grunts, pulling Daryl's head back and fourth a bit roughly now. Daryl gags a little bit, but he takes it well, letting Negan use his mouth as he pleases. He moans in response, finally reaching down and pulling himself out of his pants and beginning to stroke himself. He's not going to last long.
After a few moments, Negan pulls Daryl so close that his nose is against his crotch, and he comes down his throat. Daryl whimpers, frantically swallowing around Negan's length to keep from gagging. He strokes himself quickly, and a few seconds later, he's coming on the floor, moaning around Negan's cock.
Negan pulls Daryl off of him, and Daryl's breathing in big gulps of air. He did swallow most of the cum, but some of it leaks down his chin mixed with spit, and he looks utterly debauched. Eyes lidded, cum leaking from his mouth and down his lips and chin, hair an absolute mess and tears streaking down his red cheeks. Now that's an image Negan wants to remember. He wishes he had a camera to take an actual picture, making a mental note to see if he can find a camera anywhere if it's even possible to use one anymore.
"Holy shit," Negan chuckles. "You're better than I thought you'd be. You deepthroat like a pro." He pulls his hand away from Daryl's hair and stuffs himself back into his pants like nothing ever happened. Besides from the sweat making his hair a little shiny, he still looks presentable. Daryl, on the other hand, looks like a mess.
"Did you cum on the floor?" Negan snaps, seeing that Daryl is still holding himself in his hand. "Fuck. Clean it up." He orders, and Daryl wonders how he could. But then he realizes how, and he gets a rush of embarrassment mixed with lust.
He whimpers and leans down to lick up his cum on the carpet. It's gross, and it's probably dirty as hell, but he can't help the way his heart beats like a hummingbird's and he's turned on even if he just came.
When he's finished, he sits back up. Negan looks satisfied, smirking in his spot on the edge of the bed.
"Good job. Now fucking get yourself together." He gets up, grabbing Lucille from the nightstand and walking over to the door. Daryl puts himself back in his pants with shaky hands, running his fingers through his knotted hair and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up and his legs feel like jelly.
"I'll lead you back. You'll probably get lost in your own." Negan opens the door and leaves, and Daryl follows close behind. Even in his delirious state, he still tries to map out the place and remember the twists and turns of the halls. It's not easy, but he tries his best.
They make it back to where they unloaded the supplies, and Daryl goes to leave.
"See you next week," Negan grins, waving goodbye. He looks so smug, and Daryl wants to slap the cocky look off his face but at the same time he can't stop staring at the man, attracted to him so bad it's unhealthy.
"Next week," Daryl repeats, finally walking away. He dreads going back to the truck and seeing all of them stare at him and wonder where he was, no doubt worrying about him the entire time.
When he hops back into the truck, everyone is quiet. He can feel Rick staring at him with a concerned expression, can feel how uneasy everyone feels.
"Let's go," Daryl breaks the silence, unable to look any of them in the eye. "We gotta get back."
Rick sighs and turns to the wheel, carefully backing up the truck to leave.
The ride back is mostly quiet, save Tara and Abraham having an irrelevant conversation in the back, no doubt to break the awkward silence.
