Axe Stained Red{Daryl X M.reader}

(season 7 major spoilers but ill try and keep them limited)

negan and his men had the group all lined up, he had just killed Abraham. "take a damn look!" he yelled,as he did daryl jumped up and punched it.

negan's med didnt waste a second to grab him and as they did m/n shot up punching one og the guards as hard as he could.

'what am i doing..' 

he thought as they pinned him down in the dirt as well. "daryl-!" rick said as negan jumped in

"NO! no, no haha no. that on my that is a no no." he said as he crouched down in front of m/n and daryl. "the whole thing now one bit of that shit flies here." as m/n calls him MR. scar face walked over with daryls bow pointing it at them, "want me to do it?" 

negan pulled m/ns hair lifting his head up as, "no." and they dragged him and daryl back over in line keeping them there. "anyways, thats not how that works. i already told you people first ones free, then what i say. i said i would shut that shit down!" he'd said walking closer to glenn. "now i dont know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealiing with but im a man of my world. i need you to know me." he said before hitting glenn twice in the head.

m/n looked down as soon as he saw glenns eye pop out starring at the floor his lip trembling slightly as he didnt dare look wishing he could cover his ears to not hear the smack, over and over and over. preying to this crul crul god once it was finally over. 

or he thought, negan pulled carl over. m/n went to say something but stopped looking down, afraid of how worse it would be if he did. he pushed him on the ground in front of rick, drawing a line right over his arm.

m/n looked down letting his hair follow over his face as he closed his eyes tightly. "rick..pick up the axe. not makes  a desction is a BIGG decistion." he said while rick begged "3..2!..this is it..1!" he said as rick picked up the axe about to swing but megan stopped him just in time.

the surrounding assholes grabbed daryl and m/n and threw the two of them in the back of a van, slamming the doors.

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They took Daryls and m/n clothes and shoved them in a dark, cold, metal, cell.

They sat in opposed corners silent for a while. Hard to tell how much time passed, hard to tell what time of day it even was. But it felt like forever.

M/n sighed as he kept his shoulder feeling the small scars from trackers claws from sitting on his shoulder.

He was tired but couldn't sleep. But he snapped wide awake when the door unlocked and opened lighting up the room. M/n covered his crotch turning from slightly.

A sandwich was thrown to daryl and one to m/n before the doo was closed and music began to play. M/n looked at the sandwich, the though of eating made him feel sick, but who knows when he'll get fed again and he can't very well starve here. If he starves to death he'll turn and kill daryl. So he slowly ate the gross sandwich. And back to silence.