No Exceptions

Three

Our protector fought against our nemesis, bellowing at Negan. "Yer killed Abe, the deals off! She comes with us!"

Negan chuckled before leaning down to him. "That was a no no! Not one bit of that shit flies here!"

I broke free of my captor's clutches and ran in front of Daryl, kneeling in front of Negan.

Dwight stamped on Daryl's back and re-directed his weapon to the back of my head. "Do you want me to do it? Right here?"

The leather clad leader grabbed my chin and forced me to look up, his pupils blown out. "No Dwight, you don't kill that!" He leaned into my ear, whispering it to me as much as he was to his minion, "not until you try a little." A wave of repulsion threw me under, feeling green at the gills.

My lover thrashed against Dwight, a practice in futility.

We're going to have to let each other go.

I pulled my head away from Negan's touch and whispered to Daryl, "please don't fight it! Let me go Daryl, and no one else has to die!"

"Ha ha!" The devil's loud exclamation causing me to whip my head back; his eyes widening in realization. "Oh my god! You guys are fucking aren't you? Holy mother fucking shit, doesn't that just still your beating heart?" I angled my head down, not wanting to give more away.

He grabbed my forearm and yanked me upright, "We're taking both of them with us Rick the Prick! Miss fine ass can sit in the front with me." Yanked from my family and swatted on the arse for good measure; a hint of what was to come.

Head down and legs dragging, I reluctantly headed towards my fate.

Rick will think of something!

Negan rushed into the RV, Simon following close behind him, slamming the door and taking a seat in the drivers seat and turning the ignition.

Negan lead me to the table I was sitting at mere hours ago with my family and shoved me into the nook, sitting opposite me.

I looked at the window, out into the dark night. I still kept him in my peripheral, trying not to notice the fact that he was leaning toward me.

He raised his bat, then bashed it down into the table. Although I knew that it was coming I still flinched. The snake grinned in victory.

"Sorry I startled ya!" He ran his hand through his already slicked hair and drummed his fingers on the table, like he was nervous.

It's all an act Rackel.

"So, what's your name blondie?"

I wiped at my nose, unable to stop my sniffling. "Rackel."

He winked at me. "Pretty name for a pretty lady." All that did was remind me of Daryl, the tears streaming once again. I knew he wouldn't have killed him out of sight, I had already learned that he liked to put on a show.

"Where's Daryl? Is he alright?"

He smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "He's gonna be just fine sweety, don't you go worrying your pretty little head about it." It didn't make me feel any better, nor did I think that was his desired outcome.

He grabbed my hand and tugged me out of my seat, twirling me around. As I edged myself to the back foot he took his strong hands and pulled me into him, pushing me against his chest to prevent me from falling over. He tugged at my pony tail, forcing me to look up.

"So how about we screw around on the way home? I think it'd be a fucking great way to pass the time!"

I gasped and lashed out at him, slapping him across his smug face. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed, causing me to wince and recede. Negan pressed his forehead against mine, immobilising me with his gaze.

"Do you know how fucking rock hard I am right now? Holy shit!"

I backed my head away as my cheeks flared up at his abrasiveness.

Was he serious?

"And modest too, baby? Hot diggity dog I'm gonna have fun with you!" He released my wrist and ran his cool fingers over my hot skin, the temperature difference making me shiver. "Now Rackel, I've made it pretty crystal fucking clear that I think you are hot stuff and I want to have a taste." He bit his lower lip playfully, holding my chin between his forefinger and thumb.

"I want you to become one of my wives baby."

Did he just say WIVES?

I questioned him. "Did you just say wives? With an S? As in plural?"

He furrowed his brows while his maniacal smile remained. "Don't get jealous, baby! You couldn't handle me all by yourself. It works best as a division of labor."

Jealous? Is he fucking crazy? I scoffed at his presumption as all jest left his eyes.

"How about you have a look around the place. Get processed and then we'll talk. I think you'll find we ain't so bad."

I looked out toward the window as the van carrying Daryl overtook us, I hadn't realised I whimpered until he wrenched my chin back towards him. "You best be forgetting about that fucking redneck, for both your sakes." I looked up at him to see the fire scorching just below the surface. "I'm a generous man, but I sure as shit don't share."

I gulped then nodded, as he let go of me and searched through the upper compartments, finding Carl's Uno cards.

"Well shit! I haven't played this game in donkeys." He tapped beside him, ordering me to sit beside him. So, I played a game of cards while everything else was falling apart, heading towards Sanctuary. It seemed so surreal watching the angel of death perform such a mundane activity.

How the fuck did this all happen?