Held in Holy Captivity [One-Shot]
“Come ‘ere.” Negan said, gesturing beside him at the altar.
The doors to the makeshift church closed behind Rick as he stepped onto the red carpet. He gulped, gritting his teeth as he started to make his way slowly up to the altar. The Saviors had set up the room according to Negan’s specifications, probably robbing the neighbouring surviving groups for materials. There were streamers up on the rafters and pews on either side of the red carpet, and one of those white arches behind Negan at the altar.
Negan stood at the altar in a trim full white tux, only a little dirty, which was remarkable considering the state of the world. Rick, too, had been forced into a bloodied white tux, matching his husband-to-be.
And in the second pew from the front, Rick’s boyfriend, Daryl, sat. The Saviors forced him into a straitjacket, tightly tied behind his back. They’d reinforced his bondage with cold steel chains wrapped around his body, forcing him to stay in the
Down in the Wine Cellar [Chapter 3/3]
Daryl moaned when he woke, his body going into a small shock when it realized everything was unusual. He moaned out in ecstasy, in need. It felt wonderful, the rope binding his body like it did. After two hours, Daryl hadn’t said the safe word, even though he knew Rick was watching him.
Rick tended to snore so when the noise stopped, Daryl knew the time limit had started. “Alright, it’s time to get you out of there. I’d leave you while I go pack everything into the car, but it’s just not safe. For you or me. Besides, I’m fairly sure it’s morning. If we don’t head back soon, we’ll worry the others.”
Although disappointed it was about to end, Daryl knew the situation. It was too dire to enjoy such things so freely.
Rick slowly untied Daryl from his bindings, quiet in concentration as he made to untie the knots instead of cut them. Rope was a something they needed whether it was for tying up someone or tying something to somethin
Down in the Wine Cellar [Chapter 1/3]
"I'm glad we finally found the time to go on a raid." Daryl smiled, holding his crossbow over his shoulder as he stepped out of the mini cooper and onto the gravel. It crunched underneath him and he couldn’t help but scan his eyes around in case it had alerted something. Such a small sound had brought about many disasters before, but after a minute or two, he relaxed.
They had found a town not too far from the prison and decided to raid it for supplies. It wasn't as though the prison had an unlimited surplus of food; although they were doing well for now considering everything that was happening. The farm was growing, the water still worked, and the people were healthy for the most part.
Rick held the gun at his side, looking around as if he were expecting something to come out at them the moment he let his guard down. "Yeah, it's been a while. Thanks for the suggestion. I'm surprised you didn't bring Michonne instead."
Daryl's eyes didn't meet Rick's, biting his lower lip and lo
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