No Sanctuary For Old Men [18+] |Negan| ✔️ Complete

LX • Pieces

Daphne hopped on the back of the dirtbike, propping the butt of the rifle on her thigh and wrapping her free arm around Daryl's muscular torso.

"Don't fucking die before we get there," Arat warned, and the blonde raised an eyebrow.

"If you drag that fat ass fast enough, maybe you'll make it in time to help dismember Spencer," she retorted, and Simon snorted, earning a stern glare from his lover.

Letty shook her head reproachfully at the playful lieutenants. "This is why I'd rather be out instead of working with you children," she snapped, and then darted off into the trees.

Daryl got the bike started, and Daphne squeezed her thighs around his.

"You ever been on one of these before?" he called back to her.

"Negative, try not to kill me," she replied over the thrum of the engine.

"Hold on tight and don't fight the corners," he instructed. "You gotta lean with me or we'll wipe out."

"Great," she muttered, and pressed herself flush against his back, locking her arm as far as it would go around his midsection. He twisted the throttle wide open, and the bike responded immediately, leaping forward like a jackrabbit.

The pull of the acceleration caught her off guard, but the thrill that went through her wasn't entirely unwelcome. In the first corner, she realized that she didn't specifically have to lean, more just be sort of one with the vehicle. It was easier to imagine herself as just a spike attached to the seat as opposed to a fragile sack of flesh ready to fly off of the back at any moment.

But she could see the appeal, and under other circumstances, she would have been having fun. She decided that when this was over, she and Negan were going to go motorcycle hunting.

The thought of him made her lungs clench, and she gripped the gun tighter. He'd better be in one piece when they caught up to Spencer. She was glad that the idiot had taken Rick too, because Daryl had just as much urgency in him to get them there.

It felt like years before they reached familiar territory, and Daphne reached up to tap on Daryl's sternum to get his attention. She'd been doing that throughout the ride to signal which way he needed to turn. He slowed a little bit so that the wind wasn't so intense on their faces.

"We're getting close to the Sanctuary!" she yelled in his ear. "We should go in quietly!"

He nodded and slowed right down. "How close?" he asked.

"If we drive through the trees there we can ditch the bike at a place that's a minute or two running distance from the treeline at the front."

He immediately veered into where she was pointing, and she couldn't help but admire his quick response. He would be such an asset in the apocalypse if he would just join them. She knew it was a long shot, especially after everything that had happened to his people, but if he would just see what the Saviors were really about...

But no time to think about that now. Daphne tapped him again to signify stopping, and he squeezed the brake. She dismounted and started to jog, but jerked backwards as Daryl snatched the gun from her hand.

"If I ain't drivin', I'm shootin'," he said firmly.

She really needed to find a weapon. Hopefully Letty and the others wouldn't be too far behind them.

They reached the treeline, and there was something of a pow wow happening outside the fence. Regina stood tall, a regal amazon queen, in front of the entrance, chin high. She was flanked by quite the group of armed guards, Dwight and Sherry snapping at them hungrily from their chains on either side.

Spencer and his assholes had parked up the road a ways, and he had both Negan and Rick in the grass.

"Do you have a shot?" Daphne hissed as Daryl stared through his scope, but she didn't know how he could. It was dark, but even she could see that there were too many guys in the way.

"You let me the fuck in," Spencer demanded, voice petulant, holding the back of Negan's shirt in his fist. "Or I kill him. I'm in charge now."

The Savior King on the ground actually laughed through his gag, and Regina glanced down at him, exasperated. Spencer smacked him in the side of the head with his gun, and Negan lolled a bit.

"Idiot..." Daphne muttered, and started to creep from the trees. She was not happy about Spencer's gun, having hoped that he'd be threatening Negan with Lucille instead, for easier rescuing. But it was what it was, and she was going to have to be extremely careful. Daryl seemed to pick up on this too, as he hissed at her to stop.

She waved back at him flippantly. He'd wanted to be the gun man, so he could wait for a fucking shot and cover her while she tried to get around the other side.

"You think that holding a gun to Negan's head makes you the leader of the Saviors?" Regina cocked her head, a sly smile playing her lips. "We're all Negan, fucker. And your measly little army can't take all of us."

"Maybe it can't." Spencer shrugged with an exaggerated sigh. "But this one can." There was no time to register his words before what felt like a brick wall hit Daphne in the back, pinning her to the ground. Daryl grunted and a single shot rang out, but it went wild. The sound of guns cocking was immense, the echoes reverberating through the trees.

Daphne tried to reel back her head, unsure of who the hell was on top of her. It felt like a giant, and she attempted to thrash but it was no use. She was so fucking tired of being restrained.

People seemed to materialize from all directions, out of the tall grass, dropping out of trees, creeping from the shadows. Who the hell were these people?

Spencer grinned and squared his shoulders. "You ready to fuckin' let us in now?"