Behind These Bars
Daryl Dixon Imagine
based on a request. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this done. I had most of it done a month ago but for some reason didn’t know how to end the story.
Sorry for that.
Negan takes Daryl “on a walk” to show him a secret. Daryl is suprised when Negan shows him a girl he’s holding captive in a large cage calling her his secret-weapon (harley-style, as requested. :D)
Word count: 1802
approximated reading time: 7 minutes
Daryl was walking behind Negan, his eyes shifting from left to right looking for ways to escape this hell rather sooner than later. Negan had taken him out of his cell to ‘go for a walk’ today and no matter how hard Daryl tried to find one, there was no logical reason for Negan to have him out here. They walked through dark corridors and multiple locked doors, it looked like he was leading Daryl through the maximun security wing of a prison. Was he going to kill him? No, he wouldn’t go through all this if he wanted to kill Daryl. Negan would do it somewhere for everyone to see. For Rick to see.
“I wanna show ya somethin’”, Negan said opening one more door. “The apple of my fuckin’ eye.” He did this little leaning back he did on almost every word he stressed. He was a strange man, overexaggerating everything he did. Playing a role. Daryl was sure that in the end this was Negan’s weak point: he was playing a character, every little crack in this role would lead to his downfall in the end. And whatever was behind this door, Daryl was sure it would play a big part in overthrowing Negan. He must have been aware of that as well, so why on earth would he lead Daryl down here?!
“Ya brought your bucket and mop!?” Negan looked him all over and Daryl nodded quickly. He had lived his whole life trying to be invisible, obeying to an abusive father and drinking brother, he knew how to make this kind of people happy. Negan was no different than them, a little bit more to the crazy side but overall, he was as easy to please.
“Good.” Negan laughed. “Fuckin’ great.” That little leaning-back thing again and with a big grin on his face he swung the door open.
The room that lay behind was dominated by a big cage. No, not dominated. The cage was pretty much all there was to the room. There was a bed in there and a small bundle of white clothes lying in the other corner.