A/N: okay so I'm doing the thing, because it's 4AM and I'm bored. So in this alternative universe, Daryl and Jaxx get into a fight about weather or not the prisoner near the end of season 2 lives or dies. and the fight grows so bad that Jaxx and Daryl split. Jaxx is actually so upset that he takes off in the middle of the night on the night of the last episode of season 2. For 4 seasons no one has heard a thing about Jaxx, until season 7.
Daryl shook in fear as Negan bludgeoned Abraham's head into a bloody pulp. A man Daryl respected, and even reminded Daryl heavily of Jaxx, now just a bloody pulp on the earthy ground. As he waved the bat around, Negan notices Rosita's reaction to the violence and grins.
"You look like you've took up on his "suck my nuts" offer before!" He jested, laughing as he Heald the bloody and flesh covered bat in front of her. Feeling his fear turn to rage, Daryl shot up and landed a hard punch on Negan. Just as soon as he had done it, he was back on the ground with his own crossbow against the back of his head.
"Now now boys, don't kill him. I know this one.. He needs to see the consequences of his actions." Negan chuckled, kneeling in front of Daryl. "Say, champ... Where's Jaxx?" Negan asked, Daryl looked up in surprise at the mention of his missing Husband. Negan grinned, his face curling into an evil smile that Daryl had never seen on the man.
Standing up, Negan strode over to the camper door. "Y'all think I'm bad.. Just you wait." Negan said, knocking on the door before stepping aside. The world seemed silent as the camper opened once again, Daryl gasped as a flash of bright red hair came from it. It was Jaxx.
Daryl began to cry as Jaxx smirked. "Oh wow.. Long time no see, huh guys?" Jaxx commented as he slammed the camper door. "And I guess for whoever this was, no time never see." He joked as he avoided stepping in the bloody remains of Abraham. "Let's see, Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, Carl.. That's all?" Jaxx asked as he walked over to Daryl. Grabbing a fist full of Daryl's hair, Jaxx forced his husband to look at him.
"Your little boy toy just punched me." Negan said, Jaxx looked at Negan and then back down at Daryl. "Oh really? And I'm guessing you'd like me to think of a punishment." Jaxx let go of Daryl's hair, letting his poor husbands head drop in disbelief. The others watched as Jaxx took the bat from Negan, looking at the lineup. "Well, can't kill people I don't know. Wouldn't be as impactful..." Jaxx said to himself as he walked towards Carl and crouched to his level. "Hey there Carl.. My have you grown." Jaxx smiled as Carl flinched at the sight of him.
Getting back up, Jaxx walked the line of his former group. "No Carol, no Lori, no Dale.. Not even Shane? I sure hoped he'd still be here..." Jaxx said, a tone if disappointment in his voice. As he passed Glenn, he stopped. Looking at his former husband, Jaxx sighed. "But, I suppose if I can't mash in Shane's head.. Yours will have to do."
Daryl shut his eyes, waiting for the pain of the bat. But it never came. Instead, Daryl heard the sound of bat connecting to skull, and Maggie's screams. Opening his eyes, Daryl watched in horror as Jaxx beat in Glenn's head. After two hits, Jaxx paused. "Jesus that's gross!" Negan commented, even with his eye half out and head nearly crushed in, Glenn attempted to speak to Maggie. "M-Maggie, I'll find you.." He choked out to his distraught partner. Jaxx showed a flash of remorse, stopping his heavy hits. "Im sorry it had to come to this." Jaxx apologized to Glenn before once again hitting his former friend with the bat. With every crack connecting with Glenn's skull, Daryl flinched. He couldn't believe the monster his clover had become in his absence.
The saviors watched as if they were watching a sport. Smirking, and even cheering Jaxx on. By the time he was done, pieces of Glenn were splattered all over Jaxx. Tossing the bat at Negans feet, Jaxx looked at his former group. "Dwight.. Could you be so kind as to take Daryl" Jaxx requested. Dwight, the blonde man with Daryl's crossbow, looked to Negan. "Well do what he says!" Negan ordered. As Daryl attempted to escape the two men dragging him towards the trunk of a car, Jaxx Heald his mother's rosary in his hands.
(This time skip is brought to you by even I'm terrified of my own characters actions)
It had been weeks since Jaxx's reunion with the group, Daryl still hasn't broken and accepted Negans offers. "Honestly if I didn't know the guy I would have made him a barrier geek by now." Negan commented as Dwight, for third time that week, dragged Daryl back to his cell. "And I would be extremely upset with you if you did so." Jaxx replied, sipping a glass of some sort of liquor the scavengers had found for him.
Jaxx couldn't understand, Negan offered Daryl housing, food, and even power amongst lower class members of the community. Yet every time, Daryl refused. They turned off the lights and heating to Daryl's cell, fed him cat food on wet bread, yet he still would not break. "Maybe you should let me try.. Alone." Jaxx suggested, Negan turned to face him. "After all, who knows how to make him break better than his own husband? I mean he'll never pledge allegiance to you, but I'm sure he'll crack for me." Jaxx inquired, Crossing his legs and sitting back in his chair.
Negan smirked at the idea, his friend did have a point. "Alright.. We'll try next week though. Let 'em brew." Negan agreed, slamming back his glass of whiskey and leaving Jaxx's room.
The week had passed by, and Jaxx accompanied Dwight to fetch Daryl. The cells were just concrete rooms with one source of light and heated floors, both easily taken away if prisoners misbehaved. As Dwight opened the door, Jaxx looked at the state of his husband. He was surrounded in darkness, shivering, naked, and filthy. "Ugh, why did you take off his clothes?" Jaxx asked, Dwight shrugged. "Negans orders. I'll put him in the jumps and bring him up." Dwight offered, Jaxx nodded and turned on his heels.
"Hose him down first. He reeks." Jaxx requested before heading back to his room. Once he was alone, and was sure he was alone, Jaxx raked a hand through his own hair with a shakey breath. Had they really done that much to Daryl? Daryl, the man that climbed out of a creek with an arrow with his side. Jaxx has done some terrible things since then, but never to his own wonder boy. The tattoos still in his skin, the ring still on his finger.. Jaxx never moved on for a reason.
Hearing the shuffling of feet coming near his door, Jaxx pulled himself together and made a beeline to his liquor cabinet to make himself seem busy. Dwight burst in the room with Daryl in tow, in that God awful prisoner jumpsuit. "Leave em here." Jaxx ordered, pouring himself a strong whiskey. Hearing a thud and then his room door closing, Jaxx turned around to look down upon his husband on the floor.
Daryl slowly lifted himself from the floor, hands still cuffed and shackled to his ankles by a longer chain. "You don't drink.." Daryl murmured as Jaxx sauntered over, glass in hand. "Didn't used to. But then I had to bash Luci's undead skull in." Jaxx answered. He didn't bother pretending to have the upper hand, he knew it would only make Daryl shut down and not listen to him. Sitting on his leather sofa, Jaxx took a sip of his drink.
"Why." Daryl demanded in a voice barely above a whisper. Jaxx knew what he meant. "Because I knew you cared for him the most. Even back at the farm, you cared for Glenn." Jaxx answered, a Polaroid picture of Glenn's corpse fell from Daryl's hand. Jaxx pulled the keys to Daryl's handcuffs from his pockets. "I'm gonna unlock those cuffs.. Don't make me regret it." Jaxx said, setting his glass down and walking over to Daryl. As he took the cuffs off, Jaxx noticed Daryl reach for something behind him.
In less than a moment, Jaxx had Daryl pinned against a wall with Dwight's knife against his throat and Daryls own hunting knife against his. They stood completely still, eyes locked onto each other. Daryl studied Jaxx's face, scars peppered his pale features. "Daryl, we both know you won't hurt me." Jaxx spoke, breaking through silence between them. Daryl's hand shook, knowing Jaxx was right.
Jaxx tightened his grip, and pushed his knife against Daryl's throat more. Feeling blood trickle down his neck, Daryl dropped the weapon. "Good boy.." Jaxx praised, putting his knife away. He watched blood come from the small cut, keeping Daryl pinned to the wall. Daryl flinched as Jaxx got closer, and watched as his husband licked the blood coming from the cut. Daryl had been through the worst few weeks of his life, most of it caused by the man before him.
(SMUT WARNING OMG I'M DOING IT)
But at the moment, with Jaxx's body against his own, that's all he could think about. "Daryl, my love.. Who are you." Jaxx's voice seemed demanding, but soft. Daryl shook his head. Jaxx growled in frustration, his one hand Heald Daryl's above his head while the other hand trailed down Daryl's body. "Please, wonder boy.. who are you." Jaxx asked, his tone softer as his hand came back up and slightly pushed down on Daryl shoulder, instructing him to kneel.
Daryl did so, his hands dropping to his sides after Jaxx had let them go. Daryl still shook his head in refusal. Jaxx frowned and noticed Daryl's attention wasn't on Jaxx, but on his belt. "What, you still want me after all this?" Jaxx chuckled, Daryl's hands desperately began to unbuckle the leather belt. Jaxx didn't stop his husband as the belt was unbuckled and jeans unzipped. "Go ahead, Wonderboy." As Jaxx gave his consent, he shivered. It had been so long since he and Daryl were in such a position.. Secretly he had wished it was under better circumstances.
As Jaxx's already hard dick sprang from his boxers, Daryl Heald it by the base. He attempted to hide his excitement as he took the cock in his mouth, but failed as Jaxx noticed and smirked. Wordlessly, Jaxx placed his hand on Daryl's head and gripped his hair. As Daryl began his work, Jaxx groaned. The feeling of Daryls mouth around his dick was a feeling Jaxx missed dearly, even with hundreds of men at his disposal, Jaxx refused to let anyone handle him the way Daryl does.
Daryl whimpered as Jaxx pulled his hair, ordering him to stop moving. With his dick half way in Daryl's mouth, Jaxx smirked. "You look so tired, Wonderboy.. Let me help." Jaxx said, thrusting his dick further down Daryl's throat. Daryl moaned as Jaxx used him, he could never resist a face fuck. Daryl didn't care that his throat was burning from the friction, or that drool fell from his lips. "You're so good to me Daryl.." Jaxx Praised, Daryl looked up at him with love and lust in his eyes. Just before Jaxx felt that familiar heat in his abdomen release, Jaxx stopped and pulled his dick out of Daryl's mouth with a slight pop.
Daryl whined, his hands on Jaxx's thighs. He wanted more cock, he needed more.
"Patience, pet.. Come here." Jaxx ordered, helping Daryl up from the ground. Leading Daryl to his bed, Jaxx stripped his husband of the rest of his shackles and the ugly jumpsuit. Dwight at least let Daryl clean himself up, thankfully. Daryl laid himself out for Jaxx, laying on his stomach, he thought about the possibility of joining the saviours. He'd be betraying Rick and the other Alexandria survivors, but he would also be with his husband again.
As jaxx stripped himself of the rest of his clothing, he noticed Daryl deep in thought. "Daryl, roll over for me.." Jaxx requested, waiting until Daryl was on his back before joining him in bed. Jaxx lifted Daryl up, pinning his back against the headboard of the full size bed. With Daryl's legs wrapped around Jaxx's waist, Jaxx slowly entered Daryl. As Daryl whimpered, Jaxx gave him time to adjust, peppering his face with kisses and praising him.
Once Daryl was ready, Jaxx began to move. Slowly, he thrusted into Daryl. "F-Fuck.." Daryl cursed, his face in the crook of Jaxx's neck. "that's it, Wonderboy... You're doing so good." Jaxx praised as he quickened his pace, sweat glistened his body as his free hand began to jerk Daryl's aching cock. Daryl cried out, and Jaxx was very thankful that his room was one of the only rooms without camera's in it.
As Jaxx felt himself on the edge of release, he stopped moving so Daryl could look at him. "Daryl.. Who are you?" Jaxx asked once again, picking up the pace and slamming his cock into his husband. Daryl gasped as he came, his sperm covering both his and Jaxx's stomachs.
As he felt Jaxx's cum fill him, Daryl looked into his husbands eyes with a defeated look. "Who are you, my love?" Jaxx asked one more time, his, forehead resting against Daryl's.
"Jaxx.."
A/N: I really hope that didn't suck. Well, figuratively. It's now 1:30 in the afternoon, and I am TIRED. goodnight.