A Survivor's Diary of the Apocalypse (TWD/Daryl Dixon)

S7Pt21 - Betrayal

We got back to Alexandria late that night. From Oceanside, we got a lot of guns. It was enough to make an impact in this fight, and I felt like finally we were making a big move in the right direction.
We pulled up to the front gates and they opened for us right away. We saw it was Rosita, and she leaned against the wall as we pulled into to park. Once Daryl stopped I hopped off his bike and walked over to Rosita with the rest of us.
"Hey, are you okay?" Enid asked first.
"Where's Sasha?" Jesus asked her.
She ignored them but then looked at me and Daryl.
"There's someone here." Was all she said.
Myself, Daryl, Rick, Tara, Jesus, and Michonne all followed her, and she led us to the building that we made our prisoner cell in. The stairs creaked as we walked down them and the moon barely lit up the room.
Rosita unlocked the door and opened it, allowing us to look it. Though it was dark, it was not hard to see who was in there.
It was Dwight.
No one said anything, but I was boiling with rage and so was Daryl. He snapped and rushed forwards, trying to get to Dwight.
"Woah. Woah. Woah." They all said, trying to stop him. I then followed his lead and rushed forwards with him, but Michonne and Tara stopped me. They were even strong enough to lift me up and I was kicking my feet in the air, and Jesus and Rick were pulling Daryl back.
"You motherfuckers! Let me go!" I yelled.
"Woah. Come on now." Michonne tried to calm me down. "Slow down."
"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah." Rick said.
Daryl finally stopped but gave Rick one final shove before backing up. Michonne and Tara set me down and I stood behind Daryl, and protectively wrapped my arm around him at his side.
"He says he wants to help us." Rosita finally said.
Rick just looked at Daryl who was still breathing heavily, and then he looked behind him towards Dwight.
"That true?" He said. "You want to help."
Dwight just nodded. "I do."
Rick then fully turned around and faced Dwight.
"Okay." He said and tilted his head. Rick then pulled out his gun and cocked it. "Get on your knees."
Dwight listened, and Daryl stepped forwards to stand over him. Now, Dwight was in Daryl's position like in the past, and Dwight didn't like it.
They just stared at each other silently, and Rick broke the silence.
"Look at me." He said, his gun still pointed at him. "Why?"
Rick was furious, I could tell. We all were.
Dwight looked at him and answered. "Cause I want it stopped. I want Negan dead."
"So why don't you kill him?" Rick asked.
"It can't just be me." Dwight said. "They're all Negan."
Tara then stepped forwards and bent down in front of him. "That girl you murdered... she had a name. Her name was Denise, and she was a doctor. And she helped people."
"I wasn't aiming for her." Dwight said.
Daryl ran forwards and this time got his hands on Dwight. He held him up against the wall and held a knife to his face. I ran up next to him and held out my blade on my arm.
"Do it." Tara said. "Do it."
"You wanna end it this way... you go ahead." Dwight said. "I'm sorry. I am."
"Bullshit!" I yelled and got closer, the tip of my blade touching his throat.
"I am!" He said, but still looked at Daryl. "I know you want to..."
"He could just be here to see if we were here. Send us back to Negan. I bet you would get all the goods, and praise, and women you want there. Isn't that right asshole?" I asked.
"He owned me." Dwight said. "But not anymore."
"We can't trust you." I said.
"What I did, I was doing it for someone else." Dwight said, and then spoke to Daryl specifically. "She got away, so now I'm here. So are you, because of her."
"Do it Daryl." Tara said again.
I took a second to look at Daryl and I saw that he remembered something. Something that they said to each other when he was taken. And he couldn't let it go for some reason.
"Negan trusts me." Dwight added. "We work together we can stop him... you knew me then, and you know me now. You know I'm not lying. You know what we would do for them..."
Daryl started breathing heavily and inched the knife closer, and then pulled away. Dwight took a shaky breath and just watched Daryl. I still had my knife to his throat and just looked at Daryl for assurance. He waved his hand and I backed off, and stood next to him once again.
"They have Sasha." Rosita then said. "If she's even alive."
"Why didn't you say something?" Jesus asked her. "He could be our only chance to get her back."
"Because I don't trust him." Rosita spat back. "But I trust Daryl. And Kelley. And they know him more."
"Negan's coming soon." Dwight then told Rick. "Tomorrow. Three trucks probably. 20 Saviors and him.  I can slow them down, bring some trees down in the road, buy a little time for you guys to get ready. If you can take them out, that's where we start. You kill them, I'll radio back to the Sanctuary."
"The Sanctuary?" Rick interrupted.
"Where Negan lives." I answered, and Dwight stared at me. "Where they took us. That's what they call it."
"I can radio back to them and say everything's okay. You drive the trucks back, and I can lead you right inside, and with the right plan we can wipe out the rest." Dwight said. "Check to see if your friend's still alive. Then, we get the workers on our side, build our numbers up, and go from outpost to outpost to end this.
Rick looked at us and slowly nodded, because his plan did make sense. I saw Dwight slowly nodding too and feeling a little bit too comfortable with us too soon. I didn't like it, and Daryl didn't either.
I stepped forwards and without anything said, I slapped him across the cheek. His head turned and he held his cheek, and then stared at me.
"They might listen to you, but not me." I said, and then I grabbed his hair and pushed his head against the wall, and he groaned in pain. "You are nothing. Without Negan, you're a pathetic, weak, sorry excuse for a man. I hate you for what you did to my husband, how you tortured him and treated him like an animal, so that's all you'll ever get from me. To me, you are scum on this earth... you're worse then the walkers."
I pushed his head against the wall one more time and fiercely let go.
I then turned around and walked out of the cell, too upset to stay in there. Before I opened the door, I heard Rick speak.
"Keep talking." Rick said.
And Dwight did. His voice made me blood boil, so without another thought, I left the room and slammed the door shut behind me.