All he heard was your scream in the forest… That all he needed to hear. He took one look at Beth and sprinted knowing she wasn’t far behind. You were close for the whole time he was running for you he heard you crying and whimpering. That’s when he came to the clearing and saw it, two walkers were lying on the ground, the one closet to you still had your knife sticking out of it’s eye socket. You were trying to get up, your hand over your bleeding arm, where the walker bit your skin clean off. You turned to see Beth and Daryl, shooting them a smile you whispered, “Hey guys."
”[Y/N] please tell me…“ Daryl started
"I’m afraid so, which means you have to do it."
"I can’t, I can’t kill you.” He whispered,
Tears were flooding out of Beth’s eyes, as you started to plead.
“Daryl if you don’t then I will become one of those things, and I don’t want it. It’s already spread so we can’t amputate and even if we could, I would bleed out by sundown, and still become one of them. I will not hurt you or any one else while possessed by the disease so just do it now."
"I love you….” Daryl trailed off
“And you love Merle, still killed him when the disease changed him."
"That was different."
Tears where coming to his eyes
"Baby, please.” You whispered, walking right you to him, due to the height difference you only came to his chest area, so looking up at him was easy.
“You are going to make it through this, just like we always said, I love you.” You whispered.
“I love you too.” He whispered back.
“Use the glock.” You slowly pulled out your gun with your good arm and slowly handed it to him.
"I love you so much.“ Tears where now falling from his eyes to your cheeks.
"I love you too, to Pluto and then some.” You tippy toed up and pressed your lips to his, and then you went black after hearing the bang, and feeling the cool metal meet the side of your head.
You weren’t entirely sure how it happened, you were just walking across the dirt road, towards the house you shared with a few members of the group, and then you felt it as you walked by, it wasn’t hard but it defiantly wasn’t a familiar feeling for your ass. When you turned you saw the smirking face of Spencer, who no doubt just slapped your ass, however the smirk didn’t last long, for as soon as you made eye contact with him, he was knocked over. When you looked down a second later you saw the fist of Daryl Dixon collide with his face and you heard the deep growl, “Don’t touch my woman.”
Before you could speak he grabbed your hand and pulled me towards the house and into his room. You looked at him as he slammed the door and stormed to the bed.
“Daryl…” You started
“He should not be slapping your ass!”
“Because i’m ‘Your Woman’?” You added the air quotes in confusion, since you clearly heard the man you were not dating claim you.
“I… I….” He started to blush as you smiled a bit at his confusion.
“That’s what you said not me.”
“Well I…. he shouldn’t have..”
“Daryl were you jealous?” You asked as you closed the distance between you both, he was still sitting on the bed, looking up at you.
“No.” he answered but you could see though the lie.
“Oh my, the badass Daryl Dixon got jealous because a man touched little old me?” You smiled down at him as his eyes shifted towards the wall.
“Hmmm” He grunted, a sudden annoyance in his voice.
You knelled before him, sensing the change in the room as he won’t meet your eyes… “What’s wrong Redneck?”
“Don’t redneck me, this is exactly why I never told you this shit.” He tried walking out, however you held him down, your hands pushing against his legs, and you knew he probably could have pushed past you still, but he stayed put.
“Tell me what?”
He never met your eyes, just kept looking at the wall, and then you pieced it all together, “Daryl Dixon, are you jealous when it comes to me?”
His eyes snapped towards you, his face read that he was about to do what he did to Spencer to you, but his eyes told a different story.
“I know it is silly, you could never like someone like me, when you are the way you are. You are smart, beautiful, you’re a hell of a shot, and can make a mean drink. You deserve someone like Spencer, who is more suitable for you then a fuck up of a redneck.”
His words stung as you looked at him, realizing that in the end the real jealousy was pointed at Spencer, who did harbor a crush on you, but you never felt that way towards him, for you always looked at another with lust in your eyes, and now he won’t even meet them.
“And what if I don’t want the stuck up rich boy type of person, what if I want the redneck who can shot just about anything, will drink the drinks I like, and punch a prick just because he slapped my ass?” he looked at you finally as your words sunk in. He didn’t waste anytime pressing his chapped lips against yours, he was the one to pull away though, and just stare at you in silence, a look of wonder now replacing the sad one.
“Like you said earlier Dixon, I’m your woman.” you whispered
You sat there and watched as the clock ticked by, for this morning he asked for a simple list and you provided, asking Rick to secretly find you the one thing you needed, for without it you were losing your mind. You heard the car, and saw the headlights from your seat on the porch, and after they turned off you didn’t move. Normally you would have went running towards the car and collided with the passenger, however here you were watching him help his best friend carry someone to Denise. After a few seconds though you saw his friend emerge again and slowly start towards you, you rose as he approached the steps, “Tough day?”
“Yup.” His hand went towards his back pocket
“Gonna do it again tomorrow?”
“Yup.” He placed the box in your hand, and you weakly smiled at him.
“He didn’t see me take it, he is staying over with Denise for a while, just until we get this asshole patched up.”
“Thank you.” You smiled weakly before wrapping him into a hug, which he returned.
However neither of you saw that Daryl was standing on the porch, cigarette lit, and watching you hug him and not him, and then watched as you ran into the house.
After half an hour you finally gained enough courage to walk into the tiny bathroom and look your fate in the eye.And there it was, looking at you with it’s evil pink eyes. You couldn’t help the tears that slowly started to drip from your eyes, this was fucking idiotic. You may have had Denise, but this was the zombie apocalypse, not ideal baby producing circumstances. Lori was the perfect example of that, and here you were, the third person in the group to get knocked up.
You heard the door open and close, and knowing you would alarm him if you came out a crying wreck, you wiped your eyes, and thought to yourself, ‘I hope the crazy redneck wants a kid.’
“[Y/N]!” He yelled as you opened the door and walked out, test still on the counter as you looked at him, his dark eyes, and hair, which you prayed your child would have one day if they even made it, he looked gruff in that moment, no doubt from the rough day they had had. He dropped the backpack on the ground and grunted at you, “What are we doing here?”
“What?” You looked at him confused, however his voice never changed.
“You and me…. What are we doing?”
“Well I just took a leak, and you just got home. So now we will….”
“We won’t be doing nothing, you don’t think I can’t see what is going on here, with you and the Sheriff there?”
“Daryl…. nothing is…”
“You know somethin’, why am I even wasting my time right now, get out.” He growled as he stormed towards you and pushed past you to get to the kitchen.
“So that’s it, no talking, no discussion, you just are kicking me out without a second thought?”
“I said leave.” He growled.
“No there is no way in hell I am….”
“Just go!” He raised his voice, and looked at you as though he would slit your throat. He never yelled at you, or looked at you this way, tears once again forming in your eyes as you ran from the house, and to the only house where someone knew what you feared.
Michonne opened the door, her eyes filling with concern when she saw the tears running down your face. Her arms springing around you as you shook and then you whimpered through the tears, “he hates me, the father of my child hates me.”
Before the out break happened you were just this innocent little cinnabun. You never drank, smoked, had outstanding grades in college and no tattoos. You were set to graduate and do great things with your degree, and then the outbreak happened.
You and your best friend Glenn found yourself in a safe group, you got along with everyone, but no one fascinated you more then Daryl Dixon. It was at night when Merle was out doing coke he found in abandoned drug houses or from his stash, or getting drunk before bringing the remaining liquor back to cam for Daryl. You would see him seated on a log or in the grass and as you pulled your sweater closer to you, you would walk over and sit next to him as he sent smoke puffs from his cigarette into the air. At first you both would be quite, you looking up at the sky and Daryl looked towards the woods waiting for Merle’s return, which wouldn’t come until midday. Then one day you heard him speak, which was something that only happened to Merle.
“What are ya doin’ out here?”
“What do you mean Mr. Dixon?” You looked at his profile, which was barely illuminated by the cherry of the cigarette.
“Sittin’ out here, with me. Don’t you got the pizza boy to hang out with?”
“Maybe I sit out here Daryl to wait, just like you.” He turns towards you, the cigarette now crushed beneath his boot.
“I ain’t waitin’ for shit.”
“Yea, that’s why you only sit here on the nights that Merle leaves the camp to get drunk or high.” You pointed out.
“Yea maybe I do, who the hell are you waiting for?” he snapped, “Pizza boy is hanging out with the old coot, and your parents are both dead ya said.”
“Yeah they are, I’m just waiting for the same thing as you.”
“My brother to come back high?” That’s when he noticed the tear fall down your face, it sparkled in the moonlight along with the rest of your features.
“When my parents died I was old enough to live on my own, I was 17. However I was told I was not old enough to properly care for my 14 year old sister. Before she was taken from me I gave her a bracelet I made, and I told here I was gonna get her back one day. I come out here and sit with you or by myself praying that she is still alive,, but I also come out here to accept that Glenn and this camp are the only people I have in this world, because I might never see her again.”
Daryl was real quiet for a while after that, you looked back to the stars and thought he wouldn’t talk again, you occasionally would wipe a stray tear from your eyes, and then he spoke.
“Where did they send her?” He whispered
“They sent her to a foster home on the outskirt of the city, I think their last names were Greene, I went to the farm once but after that I wasn’t allowed back.”
“Why?”
“The father doesn’t like outsiders, also [Y/S/N] tried to hid away in my car to go live with me. They said that I wasn’t responsible enough to take her and care for her and that I could get her once she graduated high school. That was part of the reason I was going to college, I just wanted a job where I could provide for both me and her, and give her the opportunity to attend college too if she wanted.”
“Do ya remember where the farm is?”
“No.” You whispered as Daryl did something out of character, He scooted closer to you, and took your hand in his.
“That’s like what Merle wanted to do for me, except without the whole college bullshit. My ma died when I was nine, so it was just Merle, me, and my Pops. When he died Merle told me to pack a bag and run away with him before they could ship me off to another foster home. It has been just us since I was 17, I sit here and hope that maybe one day he would come home during the night, instead of in the middle of the day bat shit crazy.”
You squeezed his hand slightly and remained quiet, and soon you made it a tradition when you would both sit outside and wait for something that would never happen. You would both sit and talk, and build something with Daryl no one ever thought could be made, a friendship.
And then your camp was overrun by walkers, and you found yourself at the last place you ever thought you would end up.
“I’m tellin’ ya Rick, once your boy is better I want you and your…” he looked over the group and his eyes fell on you, color drained completely from his face and he took a step back. The young woman with the short brown hair next to him seemed to look at you as well and made the connection, “You and your group can stay as long as ya want, as long as you don’t start any trouble for my pa and the rest of us.”
“We have no intention on disrupting your lives. Thank ya for your kindness.” Rick assured as Hershel spoke in a shaky voice, “I wish I could believe that of your whole group.”
With that the Greene family disappeared in the white house, but your sister never came out. You stood there, trying hard to not explode or to let the group see your demeanor change, but Daryl saw, and Daryl remembered.
That night you set your tent by Glenn’s and listened as he told you about the mysterious farmer’s daughter. As he talked though you saw Daryl emerge from his tent and look your direction, before going back into his tent.
“Glenn. Can we take a three minute break from how you met your future wife?” you asked as he paused after talking about her beautiful green eyes.
“Yes [Y/N], we can stop talking so that you can go show your boyfriend his daily need of attention.” He smiled as you playfully pushed him
“Daryl Dixon is not my boyfriend.” You said, “at least not yet.” And with that you playfully ran away to the tent, you lightly knocked on the zipped flap before unzipping it, revealing that Daryl Dixon laid on his sleeping bag inside the tent. He was playing with one of his arrows when you crawled into the tent and shut the door, taking a seat next to him.
“So if there a reason you gave me the look, or did you just want me to see that you were playing with your arrows?”
“Was this the farm your sister got sent to?” He asked, looking from the arrow to you.
“How did ya know?” You asked, your smile fading
“When we first got here ya stopped walking, you didn’t start again ‘till Glenn asked if ya were comin’. Also the owner and his daughters and the rest of the people won’t stop starin’ at ya, and when the old man went pretty pale when he saw ya. Plus I can tell when you are about to cry, you get this look in your eye and your bottom lip sticks out a little bit.”
“Oh…. do ya think…”
“I was the only one looking at ya. I wanted to make sure you won’t lunge at the old son of a bitch.” His words made you smile as he put the arrow down and rolled onto his side, patting the space next to him on the sleeping bag.
“What am I suppose to do with that space?” you asked as your eyebrow raised slightly.
“Well you are suppose to lay here and just let me…”
“You know what would comfort me right now? A cigarette.” You said, now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow.
“I thought ya didn’t…”
“Well since tomorrow is never promised, and I know how much you want to be the one to corrupt me as you like to put it, I figured I would ask ya.” You smiled as you took his spare pack out of its hiding spot, and a lighter out of your own pocket, “But I guess I will just go corrupt myself.”
“Fine, you wanna get me one too?” He asked as he started to stand up, followed by you as you left the tent with two cigarettes in hand.
“Glenn are you sure you saw walkers in the barn?” you asked as he told the whole group of his findings
“Yes [Y/N]. He has a whole barn of ‘em, they are feeding ‘em like they are pets.” He said as you looked at Daryl who was leaning against a tree listening to the words Glenn was saying.
And then Shane was gone, he just took off as Glenn seemed to look over your shoulder, when you turned you could see Maggie storming into the house, “Did the girl know you knew?”
“Yes. She told me not to tell.” Glenn groaned as you beelined to the white house.
When you reached the steps you saw Hershel emerge from the house, his finger pointing at you as soon as you went to go up the porch, “Just cause I let you stay on this land with your group doesn’t mean the rest of what I said don’t apply.” He snapped
“Really, you have a barn full of Walkers on your property. I mean really Hershel, your daughters are here, my sis-”
“YOUR SISTER was a spoiled little brat who had no idea when to stop her whining! She cried when I kicked you off this property, she told me everyday she hated me and my girls, Beth was so afraid of ya both she started sleeping with me and my wife just because she didn’t want to share a room with your bratty sister. Seeing the way you have carried yourself here has made it all the clearer to me that you would have never been a good influence on that girl, and that she should have been taken away from that toxic environment long ago!” His words stabbed you like a million swords, however as he spoke you could see lies in his eyes, and hurt.
“Where is she Hershel?” You asked, unaware that the group had collected behind you, and Shane was approaching with the guns.
“Where is who [Y/N]?” Glenn asked as he stood in front of you.
“[Y/S/N], My little sister. She was stuck here before the outbreak.” you hissed, your eyes never leaving Hershel’s
“She ran off, into the woods. Said she was going to go find ya and be a family again.”
You turned on your heels and started walking towards the field, tears burning as you walked, you were stopped though about 50 feet from the side of the house.
“Glenn if you are..”
“Don’t go.” You heard the southern drawl and turned to see Daryl standing behind you, your hand in his.
“What are you..”
“Please, you can’t go in there looking for her, ‘specially unarmed. You and me searched those woods too, high and low looking for Sophia, and we never saw her.”
“Daryl I have to go find her, she is my sister.” You pleaded
“Will you at least wait for me to help ya? We will find her together after we sort this barn shit out. I promise.” He responded
“Daryl…” You started but the screams of Shane interrupted you both, “DARYL! [Y/N]! Want Some Target Practice!?!”
“Yea!” Daryl replied before releasing your hand and turning away, you followed him in silence as you both took guns from him. As you turned to go back to the barn the only thing running through your mind was the fact that your sister was in the woods alone, and scared probably. As you all ran towards the barn you could hear Maggie protesting and people running after you, including Carol, Rick, Carl and Laurie, who seemed like they just wanted to keep the peace, but when Shane broke open those door, and ran back to the line up you all had made it was gun shot city. It lasted for a couple seconds and then it was silent. The front of the barn was littered with the bodies of dead walkers, all shot in the head, but you could still hear them, it was as though more were in the barn. You all started to lower your weapons, Maggie cradled the head of her father, as Beth cried into the boy we knew as Jimmy. Rick and the others who didn’t fight stood in shock, and then as the last walker came out the silence was broken by the sob of a mother.
The next moments happened in a blur, all you remembered was Rick standing with his own pistol in hand, pointing at where the little girl once stood. Next to you Daryl held a sobbing Carol, his gun discarded, behind you came the silent crying of Carl, who was being comforted by his mother. And then the running steps of Beth, who went flying towards one of the corpses. Shane ran forward to drag her away, but she was sobbing and screaming, for the corpse was her mother, which she screamed as she was dragged away, and then she looked at you, “Look at the corpse in the middle of the pile, you deserve the truth.”
“Beth!” Maggie barked, but you had already dropped the gun, and started slowly into the massacre. You already knew in your heart what it was, you didn’t want to believe it, but you dropped to your knees and let out a scream at the sight of the familiar brunette hair, and the bracelet you gave your sister the day before she was ripped away from you on the arm missing a chunk. You threw your body over her cold corpse, knowing she was dead dead now, and there was no chance of her reanimating and killing you. However you wouldn’t care if she did.
It felt like time stopped for you, and you felt the hands touch you. You flailed your arms screaming no, and then you heard another voice scream, “Back Off ya Dick!” you heard the sound of someone sitting next to you and you continued to cry, time seemed to start back up a bit when you felt a hand on your and heard a whisper, “Alright, on the count of three, one, two three.” When the person reached three you felt yourself be ripped away from her, and whoever was holding you was holding you up and next thing you knew they were carrying you, your head instantly became buried in their shoulder, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and leather filled your nose as you cried. And then you heard them struggle with a zipper, and bend over once they could walk inside. The fabric of a sleeping bag was what you felt as they set you down, and let you curl into yourself. It sounded like they were starting to leave, “Don’t…” You choked out
“Ya sure you don’t wanna minute? I gotta go make sure…”
“Don’t.” you whispered, you could hear the footsteps come back and the plop of a body sitting down, you weakly rolled on your side facing his sitting frame and patted the bedding next to you, he wasted no time laying next to you and let you curl into him. He would whisper in your ears, and soon found his hand in your hair, running his fingers down it lulling you to sleep.
When you woke up the tent was darker, and you could faintly hear shouting outside, you weakly pushed yourself up, and saw that Daryl was no longer in the tent. You noticed that he had, or someone had, brought your sweatshirt to the tent and left it there for you. You pulled the baggy fabric closed and zipped it up before stepping out into the crisp evening air. When you looked past the tent you saw two figures sitting by the fire, and as you got closer you made out the face of Hershel, and the winged back of Daryl.
“You have no right to show up at my tent, especially after what you said to her.” Daryl snapped as he stood up, causing you to stop by the tree trunk, when you looked past them you saw a fire by the barn, which you could only assume was the bonfire of walkers bodies, which held Carol’s daughter, Beth’s mother, and your sister.
“I said it to protect her, I had no idea you were going to shot up my barn, or that Beth would tell [Y/N] where [Y/S/N]’s body was. Please just let me…”
“You know something old man, she worked her ass off trying to get her sister back, when all this shit went down though, Glenn said she changed. She told me all about what you did to her, and what happened to her and her sister. Wanna know what she did every day since comin’ to our camp? She prayed that her sister was safe, and alive. She would go and sit under the stars and just hope that you and your kin were protecting her. You gave her some form of hope, that maybe she was in the woods surviving, and now that is gone.”
“I am sorry Daryl.”
“How did she end up in that barn anyway?”
“She was feeding my wife with Jimmy, one of them bit her and Jimmy ran out and locked the door behind him.”
“So she has…”
“She has been dead since the start. You have to understand I loved [Y/S/N], she was like a daughter to me, even though she pushed me and my family away. We sent [Y/N] away because we thought it would be best for her sister, make her accept us more. We moved Beth into Maggie’s room with her just so [Y/S/N] would have her own room.”
“You know how much you have broken her now, she cried herself to sleep tonight, she asked me not to leave her tonight, and here I am protecting her from you. I will not let you hurt her any more then you have.”
“You really do love her, don’t you?” Hershel asked as Daryl slowly sat back down, his hand lingering by his face
“I do, and I will not watch you destroy her, so unless you want an arrow between the eyes, I suggest you leave her alone.” He hissed before Hershel got up and turned away, heading towards the house as you took his place in the chair. Daryl’s eyes were closed as his hand still lingered on his face, his breathing was the only thing you heard other then the crackling of the fire. You weren’t even sure if Daryl knew you were there.
“I see ya found the hoodie, Glenn brought it over.” You looked over to see him now looking at you.
“Yea, I…. ummm…. I’m really glad you stayed with me.” you softly said
“You feeling better?” He looked at you with concern as you looked down at the grassy ground
“I will be, I just need time I think.” When you looked up you saw him looking at you, his eyes seemed to sparkle and then you just got up and sat on his lap, his arms wrapping around you as you placed your head on his shoulder.
“I heard what Hershel said.” You whispered as you placed your hands over his.
“He came to the tent while ya were asleep, I figured ya didn’t want to get woken up. I was hoping ya would sleep a bit longer.”
“Were you being honest when you said you loved me?” you whispered
“Of course I was, girl you are the only one I got now, and I love ya.”
“I love you too.” You whispered as he placed a kiss on your hair.
“I’m not going anywhere either till you feel better okay? I promise that dickbag won’t bother ya either.”
“Thank you Daryl.” You said as you looked up at him, “But please don’t put an arrow between his eyes, I don’t want Rick getting all pissy.”
He chuckled a bit before agreeing to your terms, which led to you both just sitting in this comfortable silence with one another. And you won’t have pictured that night ending any other way.
When you woke up you heard the sound of a familiar bike racing down the road, the roar caused you to leap from your bed and race to the gates, he could see you in the side mirrors as he raced away. Glenn raced to your side and looked at you, :he tell ya where he was going?”
“Glenn does it look as though I have been awake long?” You looked at your best friend as you stood before him in nothing but a tank top and pajama pants, your slippers still on your feet as you looked again down the dirt road he sped down.
“I’ll find him, got it. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get hurt and I will bring him home.” Glenn reassured you as you watched him jump in the truck.
“I promise not a scratch.” He called as he pulled out of the gates with Rosetta and Michonne.
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“You promised!” You screamed as Glenn stood in your living room, his head hung as tears sprang from your eyes.
“I know, [Y/N]…”
“No Glenn. You left here and told me you were…. that you were going to bring him back to me, not a scratch. Remember that?”
“Well technically he isn’t scratched.” he joked as you looked at him with rage.
“you’re right Glenn, he isn’t. HE HAS A FUCKING HOLE IN HIS SHOULDER AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING DOCTOR!”
“At least he ain’t dead?” He hissed as you stormed past him and toward the infirmary.
“You’re right Glenn he isn’t. But he might.” You slammed the door leaving him there as you slipped to the porch floor and tried to imagine a life without Daryl Dixon.
A/N: I really think that Daryl will live, however you never know especially since Norman Reedus has started his new project…. I am hoping he makes it because he is my favorite character on the show due to the growth he has done throughout the series. I mean when the whole thing started he only really seemed to trust Merle, and liked to keep to himself, but over time we have seen him form relationships and open up to Rick, Carol, and Beth. To me Daryl is just an amazing addition to the story line and I would hate to see him go before it really felt right, because I agree with what Yvette said tonight on the show, he isn’t worthy to be the person who brings an end to Daryl.
Also sorry for the spoiler for everyone who hasn’t watched yet, please don’t hate me for spoiling this.
“Daryl I’m begging you.” You whined as the redneck of your dreams began to pack an overnight bag.
“Sunshine I gotta go find Sophia."
"We don’t know what’s out there, and she has been missing for days meaning more then likely…"
"What if it was our baby? Wouldn’t you want me to go find her?"
"Daryl… We don’t have any kids?"
"It’s just an example sunshine.”
"Do you… Do you wanna have kids some day?“
"Can we please just…” He threw his crossbow over his shoulder.
“We are not avoiding this biker boy. Now do ya or don’t ya?"
"I have to go, I’ll be back before sundown, promise me you will have that sweet ass ready for me when I get back?” He gently placed both hands on your waist and pulled you closer, his smirk telling you that if he wasn’t so hell bent on finding Sophia he would take you right now.
“Oh I’ll be ready, but only if you answer my question."
"If I answer it will you also forget the fact that you don’t want me to go?"
"Depends.” You said, gently placing your lips on his.
When you slowly pulled away from his rough lips he opened his blue eyes and whispered, “I figured I would have one someday, and I would love to have one with a fine woman like you."
"I won’t mind having a kid or two with you either Mr. Dixon. And because of your pleasing answer I must say I will be ready for later and I’ll even forget you are running into unknown territory for a girl who is probably dead. However if you come to the kitchen before you leave I’ll pack you a sandwich or two."
"Have I mentioned lately I love you.” He whispered, it wasn’t something he told you often
“Have I told you yet that I’m pregnant.” You smiled before leaving the room with a dumbfounded Daryl.
“Wait what?” He screamed behind you.
“Good thing you want kids Dixon.” You screamed behind your shoulder as you walked towards the house to start making that sandwich.
“I told ya he was never gonna go for the offer.” Daryl whispered in your ear on the way back to the car, your fingers entangled into his. Since the reunion at Hilltop the two of you were glued to each other, swearing that you never wanted to be apart again.
“I know Daryl, but we don’t need them. They will see soon enough that we were the best bet they had for beating the Saviors.” You whispered back as you approached the exit, however as you crossed the line you felt the weight that was beside you stop and pull you back a bit, and upon turning and looking you saw Rick’s hand placed in the middle of Daryl’s chest.
“You are staying here.” Rick instructed, Daryl’s face hardening to his best friend as you slowly returned to his side.
“There is no way I am staying in this…” He started
“Babe, this might be the safest option.” You said as his head snapped towards you in bewilderment.
“You can’t be serious, babe….”
“Yeah, you can talk to Ezekiel, maybe talk him into joining in the fight with us.” Rick whispered.
“Plus it won’t be long till Negan figures out you are gone, and the first place he is gonna look is Alexandria. Who knows what he would do to ya if he found you. At least King Ezekiel has offered ya some form of protection in the kingdom. And Rick is right, maybe if you befriend him you can get through to him.” You added, knowing you would never see Daryl again if Negan found him.
“I am not staying here alone. I thought we swore to one another….”
“I know Daryl, but if this is the only way to keep you safe, then I will deal with the separation.”
“Why don’t you stay here with him, you are a pretty good speaker and maybe you can help Ezekiel see the truth.”
“I don’t know if…”
“This might be the only way to get Daryl to stay.” Rick had leaned forward and whispered softly in your ear, “And we both have seen what Negan will do with Lucille if he has to.”
“Fine, I’ll stay.” You agreed, sliding closer to Daryl, “Give ‘em hell.”
And you watched as Rick stalked towards the car, as the gate was shut between you and most of your group. But you were okay with that, as long as you had one man by your side.
You agreed to go with Carl to the Savior’s headquarters, but when you got there you never expected to lower your gun at the site of your father, your hero, standing at a fence, with what looked like a pipe. His face filled with concern at the sight of you and Carl.
However your thought was interrupted once your body hit the ground, a greasy scum lingered over you as you looked down the barrel of his gun.
“Damn, I ain’t gonna lie, you two scare the shit outta me, ‘speacilly the girl. Tell me baby do you got…”
“Don’t ever call me baby.” You spat as Negan laughed, “who knew the boy has a less intimidating version of his daddy’s stink eye, and the girl has got her daddy’s fire. You two are real bad asses.”
“Dwight! Stanley! Let ‘em up! And Dwight, I think we are gonna need Daryl to go to the kitchen, get some stuff for my wives. Who knows maybe by the end of the night I will have a new one.” He smiled sinsterly at Daryl before casting his eyes back to you and Carl. Your father was dragged back into the enormous factory, his eyes catching yours for a moment. And you saw something in them you had never seen before…..
“What did you do to my Pa?” You asked over Carl, who was trying to ask about the fate of you both.
“Oh good old Daryl. Well I just am trying to teach him the savior way. I just demand a little respect from him.” He hissed before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guided you into the kingdom he was running. Meanwhile you wanted nothing more then to get your father and run for the hills.
