Thank you for checking out my new fanfiction. I hope to write something interesting and new that you all enjoy as much as my others.

Saving Valentine is based in TWD world but with possible non canon characters, timeline and plot. AU storylines and characters.

Daryl/OC fic with filthy language, possible trigger situations, extreme Negan violence and smut but slow burn. I will post a warning for trigger situations and adult content.

I don't own the walking dead, its characters or story lines etc. OC and non canon storylines are mine.

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Valentine knelt in an abandoned warehouse converted into a so-called Sanctuary. Jeering men and women surrounded her, the large space was lit with torches and barrels filled with fire. The shadows jumped across the vaulted walls and dirty floors. Valentine watched the blood coming from her husband's shattered head trail along the cracks in the stained concrete. The deep crimson followed the seam right towards her. His lifeblood pointing at the reason for his demise. Paul gave his life trying to protect her and look where it got them. They were all going to die now. Valentine's eyes were blurry and unfocused as the sight of Paul's disfigured face burned into her mind. The broken bones and viscera sprayed across the floor, sticky fluid speckling her face, chest and arms.

The leader of the Sanctuary, who introduced himself as Negan, was strolling around her in a hostile circle. His flippant attitude towards killing the love of her life lit a fire in Valentine's chest. She prayed to live long enough for revenge.

"This didn't have to fucking happen you know." He remarked with a frown, pointing his bloodied weapon at her as chunks of hair and tissue hung from the end. "I gave you both the choice to live but he had to be a fuckity fucking selfish asshole."

She swallowed thickly at the thought of the outrageous choice Negan gave Paul. Relinquish Valentine and keep himself and his son safe. Her choice was to become the monster's wife willingly to save her family. She was going to do it but Paul rejected the proposition. He refused to allow his wife to become a glorified whore. There was no rape in the Sanctuary but there seemed to be manipulated consent. Deals brokered with threats to loved ones. Now Paul was dead and Negan was too infuriated to let the offer stand. It was too late and now they were going to end up just like Paul. Broken and bloodied.

Blinking through the tears, she saw the men holding her son, his cries and screams echoed in the giant room filled with long abandoned factory equipment. She stared at Michael and mouthed 'I love you' as she prepared to be murdered also. Negan was warming up his swing arm, the barbwire wrapped baseball bat rounding widely. His large frame was menacing but his eyes and maniacal smile were even more disconcerting. She could tell he was a dangerous predator, the top of the food chain. The evidence of his lethality lay in front of her.

Valentine understood she was about to die and all she could hope for was that her son wouldn't meet the same fate. Not that she wanted him to grow up in a place like the one they were in but she hoped he wasn't beaten to death like his father.

"Any last words?" Negan taunted, his eyes dark with a sadistic gleam. She didn't respond to him, only glanced at her son hoping he could see in her eyes how much she loved him. Tears streaked his red splotchy face, his gangly frame being held back by two rough looking men.

Negan brought his bat back, his wide shoulders flexing as the blunt object swung out and around. Valentine clenched her eyes shut waiting for the deathblow but only heard the bat crack against something. Her face was sprayed with warm fluid and she smelled the already oppression scent of blood intensify. Valentine heard a gurgled whimper and shocked gasps from around the room. When she opened her eyes she was met with the crushed face of her son Michael. Negan paused a moment looking at what he had just done. The boy had pulled away from the guards to protect his mother. The swing meant for Valentine had landed against his wide-eyed innocent face.

Valentine's screams pierced the air causing Negan to sneer and bring his bat down angrily again and again until nothing remained of her son's face. She couldn't stop herself from lunging forward, spreading her body on top of the dead boy. The blows stopped and all that could be heard were her anguished cries and desperate sobs. Hands grabbed Valentine, pulling her away from her son's body. She saw Negan shouting and pointing at the men to take her away but she couldn't just go. Fury filled her chest and she reached out grabbing the machete from one of the men's belts. She swung it out disemboweling one man and stabbing another before anyone could stop her. Valentine charged at Negan screaming at the top of her lungs. Before she could reach him she was tackled and then pistol whipped. Her eyes went dark and head splintered in pain. Her last sight was Negan crouched next to her, his mouth curling up and eyes amused.

Valentine was in a holding cell waiting for Negan to visit. After he killed her husband and son she lost it. Negan found her fury amusing and decided he'd keep her around a little longer. He'd been orchestrating the fights as entertainment and punishment for the Sanctuary for months now. The 'fight to the death' spectacles had been a hit with the Saviors and other Sanctuary residents. Until now it had only been male fighters but the display of Valentine's rage gave Negan inspiration. She was to start fighting to earn her keep. Everyone in the Sanctuary had to earn rations and living space by working different jobs throughout the complex and beyond the walls. Without working people lived in squalor in the common room or they starved.

The creaking of the door opening brought Valentine back from her tangled mind and her eyes up from the floor. She watched Negan stroll in, his bat sitting gracefully on his broad leather clad shoulder. His gloved hands stroked it almost graphically while his eyes roamed over Valentine.

"Hey there Love. How's solitary treating you?" He inquired jovially his tall frame crowding the small broom closet of a room. Valentine stood with her arms crossed, her eyes cold and jaw set. The man made her sick. Negan was a disgusting sadist and Valentine would do anything to kill him. Anything.

"Not talking huh? Kinda fucking childish don't you think Valentine?" he jeered, his teeth bared and her name spoken like a curse word.

Growing frustrated with her Negan grabbed her throat, slamming her into the corner of the tiny room, his face looming into hers. She snarled, her teeth shining in the bare bulb light like a wild animal. Negan smirked and squeezed her throat tighter making her struggle against his towering frame.

"Now now. Just talk and I won't fucking strangle you."

Valentine's mouth opened, her lungs burning and head buzzing for air. Negan let up and allowed her to suck deep breathes and then asked, "Gonna speak to me?"

Valentine gasped and looked away, her burning eyes focusing on the wall behind the man. She wasn't giving him anything. If she had to fight so be it but she would rather die than give him what he wanted. She could control very few things in her life now, speaking to him was one of them, consequences be damned. What more could she lose?

Negan became irate his frame rising up, chest puffing out and shoulders rolling forward, "Gonna fucking regret being so difficult Love."

Tossing her to the floor Negan hollered over his shoulder, "Conner gather the Saviors and take her to the common room, she needs a reminder of who she's fucking with."

Valentine was being held by two of Negan's men in front of the people of Sanctuary. She didn't know what was happening other than she was being punished for giving Negan the silent treatment. Fear trickled down her spine and she involuntarily shivered. He strolled in with Lucille, the new barbwire shining under the torchlight, his hands stroking it affectionately. Valentine's blood ran cold at the sight of his darkened eyes and large maniacal grin.

"You ready?" Negan asked rhetorically before ordering, "Conner cut her shirt off."

His eyes gleamed at the fear in her face and the shudders running through her body. Valentine struggled against the biting grip of the two men by her sides as Conner approached. He seemed remorseful but still did as Negan ordered. She felt him cut up the back of her shirt and bra. The fabric fell apart and exposed her bare back to the spectators. The crowd hooted, jeers and catcalls echoing off the walls. Negan whistled lowly and sauntered over whispering next to her ear, "Got sexy skin Love. Fucking pale and smooth. Bet you wanna keep it that way yeah?"

Valentine ground her teeth harshly, the enamel crunching under the pressure. She didn't know what he planned to do but she wasn't giving in.

'Survive Val, Survive.' She heard her dead husband's last words.

Negan growled deeply and sneered, "Hold her steady boys. Valentine prepare for Lucille. Pretty fuckin' sure you're gonna regret being such a cunt to me."

Valentine braced herself for pain but wasn't expecting just how horrific it was going to be. Negan dug Lucille into her shoulder and slowly stroked the weapon down her back, curving along and dipping at her waist. The sharp barbwire was carving into her flesh, tearing the skin and meat of her back. Blood rolled down her spine and soaked the waist of her pants. She screamed out as her nerve endings sparked like lightening across her body. Sharp pain was spreading like wildfire down her limbs, curling her toes and clenching her fists. Snarling at the sensation Valentine struggled against the grip of his men weakly. Her ears were ringing and vision spotting as the vicious tool was finally pulled away.

She could hear Negan laughing and speaking but nothing made any sense. The garbled sound of the crowd and the loud hum in her head drowned out his words. Tears streamed down her face as she gasped in painful lungfuls, choking on violent sobs. Her body was screaming for oxygen and relief from the agony but it didn't wane.

Negan appeared in front of her, his head dipping to catch her eyes with his blown pupils. Valentine saw his curved mouth moving but she couldn't understand him. Suddenly she was being dragged away, her feet trying to walk but tripping over invisible obstacles.

They entered a small room lined with medical equipment and she was dropped on a gurney. Another man came in and spoke to the guards before they left. He crouched down next to her making Valentine flinch backwards violently, the stinging from her back intensifying. His hands came up to calm her and his mouth moved but she still couldn't hear. The pain emanating from her back took all other senses away from Valentine. All she could think of or feel was the excruciating pain smothering her. Every nerve ending was screaming out for relief. She watched as the man prepared a table of tools and syringe of liquid.

When he went to give her the shot Valentine whimpered and tried to crawl away but he held her shoulder firmly.

"Pain medication." He spoke loudly, his mouth moving slowly, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a Dr."

Feeling out of options she laid still as he stuck her arm with syringe of clear liquid. Soon Valentine's head lulled, her breathing deepened and eyes became heavy. She felt him cleaning her wound and wiping away blood but eventually her mind gave up, shutting down as she blacked out.