Please? Part 19
- Daryl Dixon x Reader
- 2507 words
- Warnings: Language
Rick agreed to bring Merle in, but he was locking him away from the rest of the group. Daryl seemed okay with that, but that isn’t where his mind is. He’s watching you avoid his gaze. This isn’t the kind of welcoming he pictured on his way back. He assumed you would come running back into his arms, or he would get down on his knees and ask for your forgiveness—neither happened.
Everyone starts walking inside, Merle being led by Rick incase he tries anything funny. Daryl doesn’t mind, he’s a little fed up with his brother anyway.
Inside, Daryl lost you. He looks for you, but you have disappeared before he could say anything to you. He wishes he can do something, tell you what an idiot he was for leaving. He already knows he’s getting looks from Glenn and Maggie, maybe even Carol, who hasn’t spoken to him either.
Maybe Merle is only staying so he will, but he has to admit, it does make him a little happy that Rick agreed. Now if only he can get everyone on board, everything will work out amazingly, if he can have you, too.
Daryl walks into his cell and throws off the backpack and the shirt Merle ripped out there in the woods. He quickly throws on an old one he found on the bed and pauses. It’s the shirt you begged him to throw out, the one he promised he would burn when he got back.
He throws that shirt off and as quickly as possible, pulls on another one that was stuffed in his bag. He buttons each button slowly, listening to Rick and Hershel talk about Merle and keeping him locked in the next room.
The talk goes on for a few hours. Everyone has a different opinion on what to do and where to go. Daryl tries not to speak up, thinking it really isn’t his place anymore. All he wants is to find you, but you seem to have left. He glances around the room as Rick and Glenn get into it, hoping you may be hiding in oen of the other cells or you’ll walk through that door any second.
No one gets anywhere with the arguing, so Rick storms out, leaving the others to look around the room in confusion. It’s clear Rick is losing it, or he’s already lost it. Daryl rests his head against the railing of the second floor and groans. If he wouldn’t have left..
You swallow your pride and make your way back into the prison. You tried to go on a little walk, but the walkers hissing at you only made your head hurt worse.
Carl lets you in after you pass Merle, who makes kissy noises until Carl locks the door behind you. This just isn’t home anymore with Merle here, it will never be.
“He’s stayin’!” Daryl’s gravely voice carries across the prison. You look up, a little startled, in just enough time to see him racing up to the top floor out of anger and pace around the railing, biting the skin on his thumb and spitting it to the side.
His eyes meet yours and he stops. You shake your head and keep moving, over to the others standing in a circle where Rick and Glenn are fighting again. You want everyone to stop, want everything to go back to normal. This is going to set everyone apart.
“We need someone like him.” Hershel looks around at the rest of them. “He can really help us.”
“He makes me uncomfortable. Isn’t that enough?” You step in. Everyone goes quiet and looks, really looking at you. Daryl leans over the railing and stops, watching you with his beady eyes and his thin lips in a tight line.
“I want to speak with him.” Hershel announces and he starts to hobble away, doing the best he can with his crutches. At first, you felt so sorry for him. After he lost his leg, you thought that would be the end, but he has come a long way.
Carol walks over with her hands in her pockets. You catch Daryl walking away out of the corner of your eye and he disappears into the cell you two used to share. She sets a hand on your shoulder. “I’m going to talk to him. Want to follow?” She asks innocently.
You bite your bottom lip and look up, peering into the silent hole that Daryl is pouting in. You glance back down at Carol and shrug your shoulders. “I don’t really know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything.” She chuckles. “Or tell him how bad he made you feel. How bad us made us all feel when he walked away with that asshole.”
“Go on up there, I’ll be there in a minute.” You motion for Carol to go up the steps. You try to find the courage to go up there, say something to him.
When you get the rush, you quietly take the steps one at a time, listening for Carol’s sweet voice. She’s saying something, though it isn’t clear on what she’s saying at first. You catch the tail end of her sentence and stop, just outside of the door.
Daryl grunts. “This is a tomb.”
There’s a silence and then Carol says, “T-Dog called it that. Thought he was right until you and Y/N found me.”
“How is she?”
“I think you heard. She’s having a hard time with the way things ended.”
Carol sighs. “Did you really think you would just come back and everything be how it was before?”
Daryl doesn’t say anything, or make any kind of noise.
“What you did, it was loyal. To the wrong person.” Carol goes on. “Merle may be your brother, but he sure isn’t good for you. You have a whole group here, a big family. We’d do anything for you.”
“I’d do anythin’ for any of you.” Daryl says quickly.
“I know. Just give her some time. Things won’t just settle into place like they were before. You’ll have to make it happen.”
“I miss her…” Daryl grumbles.
You can’t handle it. You turn around and hurry down the steps, making your way outside.
You sit on the ground and press your back to the building. There’s shade there, and the breeze felt good. You know you aren’t supposed to be outside, but you can’t help yourself. Being in that place, it was beginning to get a little stuffy.
Rick runs by you, running toward the fence that you realize is open. You start to get up when most everybody else comes running out, armed and ready to shoot.
“The hell…” You look at all of them. Last to come out is Daryl. He stops and looks down at you.
“The hell you doin’ out here unarmed?? Get inside!” He points to the door, his crossbow in one hand, firmly.
“Excuse me?” You start to stand up but he grabs you under your arm and pulls you up the rest of the way. “Daryl!” You shout, tugging your arm away from him. That is going to leave a bruise later on.
Daryl pauses. “You’re right… Sorry…” His head is bowed, looking at the ground and kicking some dirt up into the air.
“Daryl!” Rick calls. Daryl hands you his knife and runs over, helping the others watch the person that’s walking up to the gate.
“Rick!” The person screams. Rick hesitates at the gate and looks over, tossing the keys to Daryl, who unlocks it and lets her in. Andrea…
Rick forces her against the wall and you think he’s truly lost it, then you remember seeing her at Woodbury. She’s in with him, the enemy. You start to wonder if she’s been sent here. Rick checks her, using his old cop techniques then kicks her knees so she fell on the ground.
“You alone?” He asks her, throwing her bag to Daryl. He catches it in the air and starts rummaging through it.
“Yeah…” Andrea looks around, her eyes landing on you last. She watches you for a second, not understanding why you look so miserable. Not that she’ll care, she was in with that horrible man, the one who touched Maggie. Or maybe that’s why she’s here…
It’s no secret that you never liked Andrea. Sure, she was one less warrior, and that was it. She was nothing but trouble when she was around, always picking Shane’s side and lusting over him. You always had a bad feeling with her, this time is no different.
You watch as she tries to plead her case, tries to lie her way back into your lives. Luckily for you, nearly everyone is on your side in the matter. Rick and Daryl give her the cold shoulder. Michonne watches her every move, carefully. The only person who seems to have missed her is Carol, even she doesn’t say anything to defend Andrea.
The whole scene is a mess. You watch Andrea beg for her life, as well as Phillip’s. Her calling him by his real name, it’s almost sickening. This is Shane all over again, this is another power thing. She loves the men with the power, loves to screw around with them and feel important when really, she’s being used. You can see that.
You’ve heard enough after Andrea says something about Rick and Phillip meeting face to face. You throw your hands in the air and walk out, walking into your room and sitting on the bed. Daryl’s stuff strewn about the place, the shirt with the holes is gone.
You sit on the bed and move his bag onto the top bunk. You think about packing your thinks, moving it into another cell, but you just don’t have the energy. You want nothing more than for Daryl to come hold you and tell you all this is a really bad dream.
Andrea showing up, that seems to throw things off balance. You can hear everyone talking, raised voices, even Daryl’s grouchy tone flowing through the bars. Part of you misses the farm, wishes Glenn never would have found those walkers in the barn, maybe Hershel wouldn’t have run off and Rick wouldn’t have brought that damn, stupid boy home. But who knows what would have happened instead.
It doesn’t take long before you feel the presence of someone in the doorway. You look up, seeing Daryl standing there, his elbows propping himself up against the bars, his arms raised above his head. He’s leaning in, though not stepping inside.
“Hi.” He looks at you.
“Hi.” You sit up, crossing your legs under you. You find a string on the bed and start playing with it.
Daryl’s nose twitches and his jaw clenches. “Andrea’s gone.” He says.
“So soon?” You wanted to sound disappointed, but it came out as a little glad. “Figured she’d stay a bit longer.”
“She met little asskicker then left.” He shrugs his shoulders and looks at the bar his elbow is leaning on. “Rick’s plannin’ on what to do next.”
“What do you think?” You look up at him, squinting a little from the sun shining in the large windows.
He drops his elbows and holds his hands in front of him, picking at a scab on one of his fingers. “I think I can’t do this without ya.”
You pause. “Do what?”
“This.” He drops his hands and motions around the prison. The sun is going down quickly. Outside, you can tell the sky is changing colors. “I fucked up, Y/N. Shoulda never left you.”
“Yeah, well, you did.” You sigh. Why is he doing this now? “Daryl, you left once. What tells me you won’t leave me again? The second Merle tries to leave, you’ll just go with him.”
Daryl’s quiet, he shifts his weight from one foot the other and sticks his thumb in his mouth, chewing on the skin around his nail. You close your eyes and shake your head, wishing he would stop that nasty habit. He walks over a few steps. “I ain’t never gonna leave you again. I swear, darlin’.”
“You’ve made that promise before.” You climb off the bed and stand up, ready to walk away from him and this cell. You’d come get your things later, once Daryl was out.
You start to walk around him, he grabs you by your shoulders and holds you in place. He looks down at you, his mouth slightly open as if he wants to say something. He blinks a few times and clears his throat. “I hated every goddamn second. I thought you would fight for me, fight for us. When you didn’t, I thought… Merle’s the only family I need.”
“And so you walk away with him.” Your eyebrow shoots up. “Daryl, I just—“
Daryl cuts you off by very gently pressing his lips against yours, still holding onto you by the shoulders. His lips are rough, chapped, and his stubble scratches against your top lip and chin. He forces himself a little closer, wanting to be as close as possible.
When he pulls back, he looks down at you. His eyes aren’t looking into yours, but down at your lips. He pursues his lips and nods his head. “Understood.”
You didn’t kiss him back, you just stood there, shocked that the man had that much courage. He doesn’t kiss you like that, ever. Pecks are his thing, unless it’s a special situation. In this case, it must have been.
He lets go of you and walks out of the cell, his shoulders slouching forward and his lip sucked in between his teeth.