𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | daryl dixon

- 𝟏𝟎𝟎

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     FOR THAT night, king ezekiel had offered the group some refuge. since jesus had the radio which was long-distance across the saviors communication zone, they would know when they were sending a search party back over to alexandria to find daryl.

     they'd been offered rooms, with beds. not that rosaline was used to sleeping without one since negan had used the 'goodness of his heart' and left her mattress while taking everyone else's. these places were quite old-fashioned, the wallpapers certainly showing their age.

     although, she had no complaints.

     rosaline sighed, smacking her tongue and guiding over rhaegar to lay on the end of the bed. daryl was still out talking to rick about their plans, and whether he was going to stay at the kingdom.

     after a certain amount of time, the door opened, and daryl walked into the room, silently. rosaline watched him take his shirt off to see the bandage on his right-hand side. it was from the shot that dwight had put into him when they were captured. another scar to add to his body.

     sighing, the brunette rose to her feet, walking up to daryl, linking her arms around his neck, kissing him slowly on the lips. "i'm sorry for what they did to you."

     "nah. don't be, maybe i deserved it." he admitted lowly, looking into her saddened gaze, "what happened to glenn and abraham... that was all me."

     she shook her head, "it wasn't and we both know that. you were angry, we all were."

     he nodded, burying his head in the crook of her neck, seeking comfort. they were alone again, and daryl could find solace in her arms. it was all he'd wanted while he was gone and alone in that cell, day after day.

     rosaline led him over to the double bed, getting under the covers in the spot nearest towards the wall. he climbed in after her, making himself comfortable. rhaegar rolling over on a blanket at the other side of the room.

     the young woman placed her head on his chest whilst trying to avoid the gunshot wound, listening to his steady breathing, "you took that medicine?" he suddenly questioned.

     "yeah." she answered, as his arm snaked its way up her tiny frame, "daryl... what'd they do to you? you don't have to say-"

     he let out an inward sigh, his finger tracing patterns across her arm, "they kept me in a cell, naked, then they gave me those damn rags, no shoes. fed me dog food and made me listen to this obnoxious song to break me down. i had to clean up piss, - i was just his slave."

     rosaline's eyes widened, "i shouldn't have asked."

     "i would've told yer anyways," he muttered, looking up at the ceiling.