"Daryl, no!" You feverishly grip the back of his leather jacket, trying desperately to pull him back to you. You didn't blame him, after watching Negan brutally beat Abraham to death. But you couldn't lose him. Fear rises in you as Negan turns and looks back and forth between you Daryl, a small smirk playing on his lips and he chuckles, throwing his head back to laugh in the air, and adjusts his grip on Lucille. He turns his gaze to you and lets out a low, rough groan.
"Oh, man. That was stupid, Daryl." You glare up at Negan from your spot on your knees; you're snarling up at him, your hand still twisting into the back of Daryl's shirt, as he's forced back to his knees beside you. You fight not to let the angry tears fall down your cheeks, not to let Negan or his men see the helplessness you're all feeling.
You hear the crunch of gravel underneath Negan's boots as he walks over to you and kneels in front of you, using the bat to prop himself up as he squats. Beside you, you can feel Daryl tense up, though he doesn't move towards you - Dwight's gun presses into the back of his head, rendering him silent and still.
It's eerily, hauntingly quiet as your family in the semi-circle hold their breaths, waiting to see what Negan will do, feeling powerless as they wait to see if he will kill you next. Instead, Negan's eyes rake over your heaving chest, your shaking legs, as you stare him in the eyes. You will not show him how afraid you are.
Negan's steely, hard voice breaks the silence. "Yeah. you'll do just fine…."
All hell breaks loose when he grabs you by the hair and drags you towards the front of the small crowd. You're kicking your legs, trying to find some purchase as you're harshly pulled forward. Your hands frantically try to pry his grip from your hair, and you can't help but let out a surprised, pained yelp.
Daryl immediately starts spewing profanities and empty threats, as he tries to get to his feet, but is roughly subdued to the ground by Dwight and another of Negan's goons, Dwight's gun pressed hard to the back of his head, and the other goon's steel-toed boot pressed painfully on his back. Rick and Michonne instinctively tried reaching for their guns at their hips, but were also met with guns pressed to their temples.
Negan held you pressed against his front, with an arm across your chest, his hand wrapped around your throat from behind. You were sure that you were about to meet the same fate as Abraham had. Your eyes swept across the faces of your family, each of them sweaty and contorted in pain and anger. Negan's goons kept their weapons drawn, ready to snuff down any further attempts at a coup.
Negan's booming voice sent a fresh wave of fear vibrating through your body. He looked from Rick to Daryl and back again. "It seems to me, you folks just don't get it yet. I own you. I own your shit." He tore his eyes away from Daryl's to look down at you, as you began to struggle uncomfortably in his grip.
"I own your bodies. And now, I'm gonna make an example out of Daryl's girl", he sneered into your ear as he ground his hips into you from behind.
Daryl's angry yells echoed in the woods as you started fighting back against Negan's grip and the closeness of his body. You tried twisting and wrenching yourself away from his rough hands. You were absolutely terrified and humiliated. Not this, not in front of your family, in front of poor Carl, in front of Daryl.
Negan let go of Lucille with his other hand, letting the bat fall beside him, and wrestled you down to the cold, hard ground to trap you underneath him. His knees rested on either side of your legs, one of his hands on your forehead pushing you down and making it impossible to rise up and bite him. He used his other hand to grab your wrists in a bruising grip, holding your arms in front of you. He leaned in and looked you in the face, his breath hitting you in a wall of tobacco and gin. "Sweetheart, if you're good to me, I'll be gentle."
You summon everything you have inside of you, through the fear, anger, and humiliation, and you spit in his face.
You hear Negan's men suck in breaths, Dwight letting out a low chuckle, and Negan grabs your throat again. You're sure he's about to strangle you to death, but you let out a pained cry as he manhandles you to lay on your stomach beneath him. You begin to scramble to your hands and knees to make an escape, but his right knee gouges into your back, knocking the wind out of you and pinning you to the ground. He reaches to the side, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him pulling Lucille towards you. The bat is still dripping with Abraham's blood, and up close you can make out tiny bits of flesh mingled with feel bile rising up your throat. This is it. He's going to kill you. He simply lays the weapon beside you, out of your arm's reach but within your eyesight.
Negan's hand roughly tangles in your hair, forcing you to look at the bloody bat, and over the top of it, you can see your family, terrified and angry. Maggie looks like she's going to pass out from illness, Glenn wrapping a loose arm around her waist to steady her. Rosita looks absolutely broken as she kneels next to Abraham's bloody body. Michonne reaches out a hand to Carl's shaking shoulder. As your eyes meet Daryl's, you could see the fear trapped in his entire body as he struggled against the men's boots and the guns holding him down.
Seeing the fear in his eyes, you can't help it; your tough resolve crumbles and you let out a whimper, closing your eyes tight. Maybe if you close your eyes, you'll wake up safe back behind the walls of Alexandria, wrapped in Daryl's arms.
Negan sneers down at you and yanks your head back by your hair. "Nah, you keep those eyes open, bitch. Look at Lucille. Look at them. They're gonna watch you."
He raised his head to address your audience. "Now look, anybody tries anything else, I will bash her head in while I'm balls deep in her cunt." He punctuates his sentence by harshly grinding his clothed erection against your ass.
You feel a fresh wave of fear bubble up through your chest, and you whimper out, "No, please". You panic, struggling against him and trying to buck him off of you, but he doesn't budge. With your arms trapped underneath you and Negan straddling your hips and legs, you have little room for any movement.
He reaches down and begins to harshly tug at your jean shorts, and as he does, your mind blanks while your body still heaves and fights. You hear shouts and pleas from all around you - Sasha: "Hey, stop it!", Aaron: "You don't have to do this!", Carl: "No, don't!", and then you hear Daryl screaming, his voice hoarse and panicked. "No! Don't you fucking touch her! Let her go!"
Negan looks up from you, giving Daryl a wolfish grin. His hand tightens in your hair again, and he says nothing as he rips your shorts and baby blue panties down to your knees. You want to disappear. You're squirming under his touch as he turns his attention back to you, bringing his free hand to squeeze at your ass. He lets out a lewd whistle. You startle, whimpering, as you feel his fingers pry in between your legs and rub harshly.
You try to put yourself somewhere else, in a different universe, a different plane of consciousness. Somewhere safe. You can see your friends and family, your Daryl, held at gunpoint and forced to watch the scene in front of them. You don't know what to do; there is nothing you can do.
The sound of Negan's belt buckle coming undone brings you back and you hear more pleas and cries from your family as you struggle anew. He rustles on top of you, and you hear him pulling his jeans down. He keeps his grip steady and painful on the nape of your neck as he readies himself, spitting into his palm and rubbing his cock. You could hear him chuckle lowly. He used his knees to pry your legs open for him, as much as possible with your shorts around your knees, and gripped your hip with a heavy hand.
Agony rips through you as you feel his cock tear into your unprepared body. You let out a shrill, broken cry, and you can see Daryl shaking with rage in your peripheral. Before Daryl can react further, the barrel of Dwight's glock intrudes into his mouth, effectively shutting him up. Negan laughs above you, momentarily stilling to look up at Daryl. "Jesus fucking Christ! Now, that is some good pussy."
You whimper and give Daryl a slight shake of your head, silently willing him to read your mind: 'Daryl, please, don't get yourself killed. Don't move."
Far before you're ready, Negan begins to move in and out of you. You feel like you're being ripped open. At first, your body fights against the harsh intrusion, but soon, it tries to protect you from further harm by producing a slick between your thighs. Negan feels this and groans, draping himself over your back and using his left arm to steady himself, digging his elbow into the ground next to your head.
His right hand still presses your head harshly into the dirt, with a heavy hand around the nape of your neck. As he moves in and out of you, too quickly for you to catch your breath, your senses become absolutely overstimulated and overworked: you can hear him grunting, can feel his hot breath on your neck and cheek, his chest pressed against your back, his hips rutting into you violently. You can feel your walls involuntarily clenching painfully around his pistoning knees and thighs are being scraped raw by the movement on the gravel, as Negan uses the hand on the back of your neck to push and pull you on his cock. Your arms have gone numb underneath you.
Tears cloud your vision and run down your cheeks, but you can see the blurry, horrified faces of your family. Of Daryl. You open your mouth to take a gulping breath, but immediately taste copper and dirt as Negan presses you further into the ground with a tightening of his fist.
He's still fucking you too hard, too fast, but your body overcompensates, and you start to panic again as you feel a familiar, searing heat pooling in your lower stomach, your pussy tightening and putting his dick in a chokehold. You start squirming against him again, trying to get him off of you, out of you, humiliated with the prospect of everyone watching you fall apart against your will.
You barely recognize your own voice, strained and hysterical. "No! Please, please, stop!"
He doesn't stop; instead, he chuckles against your shoulder, panting and grunting. He makes sure he's loud enough for your audience. "Hmm? What'sa matter, baby? You gonna cum on this cock?", he sneers.
He harshly and unexpectedly bites down on your shoulder, sending you into a forceful orgasm. You cry out in pain and embarrassment. He throws his head back, groaning as he feels you squeezing him tighter, letting out a yell of, "Oh fucking hell, that's it!"
He continues pumping himself into you, his forehead scraping against your back, and it occurs to you that he's chasing his own release now. You cry out again as you feel his hot cum flooding you like lava. You can feel it seeping onto the ground beneath you. He continues to ride you throughout his orgasm, and your overworked body can't help but shake and pant beneath him. You can vaguely hear a high-pitched crying and whimpering, and then you realize the sounds are coming from you.
Negan pulls out of you, groaning and sighing, and rises up to his knees, stuffing himself back in his pants. He gropes your ass one last time and chuckles, then stands up.
He picks up Lucille from the ground beside you, and then, he spits on you.
"Now, let that be a lesson to the rest of you. You cross me, it doesn't end well for you. We expect half your shit, every month." He motions to the Saviors, and you can hear the click of their weapons as they move away from your family, then the whirr of their car engines as they load up and drive away through the dark woods.
Your eyes won't focus, and your body won't move. You feel like you're floating somewhere above your body. You slowly look up, and you see a panicked Daryl rushing over to you as your vision goes dark.