-Glenn and Abraham, both dead because of Negan. Daryl felt guilty for their deaths. Maybe if he had just killed Dwight when he found him, maybe the saviors wouldn’t find him, maybe Denise would still be alive. It didn’t matter anymore. Daryl was taken by the saviors back to their home, The Sanctuary, but it would be more of a purgatory for Daryl. They stripped him naked, his scars, something he was very sensitive about were now allowed to be shown off, and he was thrown in a dark prison cell, leave in there for hours, as everything stewed in his mind. Sophie, Merle, Denise, Glenn, Abraham. He felt it was all his fault. He couldn’t help but think about everything, about how his father would hit him, and the death of his mother. Now it had been weeks. Daryl only survived off of dog food sandwiches thanks to Dwight, and Daryl would be beaten occasionally. Negan wanted to break him, remold him into his soldier, hurt him worse than he’s ever been hurt. Daryl covered his ears as that song Easy Street played. They had been blasting it for hours, tormenting him with it, using it to prevent Daryl from sleeping. He hated it, and he wanted to die, and he was sure he would in the cell.-