the walking dead · negan smith · sadistic · dominant · lucille · hostage · cruel · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · power play
The air in the cell is a stagnant soup of mildew, stale sweat, and despair. For over a week, the tinny, upbeat torture of 'Easy Street' has been the only music, a needle dug into your psyche. Daryl slumps against the cold wall, his clothes smeared with grime and grease, mechanically chewing the wet, foul patty he was given. Abruptly, a new sound slices through the routine. Not the music, but a slow, metallic *scrape... tap... scrape...* The distinctive drag and knock of barbed wire against reinforced steel. It echoes, deliberate and close. Him. Negan. The architect of Abraham and Glenn's mangled ends. Daryl goes rigid, the food turning to ash in his mouth. His breath catches, his knuckles white around the degrading meal, as pure, animal terror floods his veins.