Why Me?

~Daryl's Gift, Fighting, Promises~

~Dallas' POV~

I woke up today in my own trailer and all I wanted to do was end this hell that I've been brought into. I sighed, getting up pulling on the uniform I was given upon my arrival last night. I looked at the black jeans, black top that stops under my breasts, with a zip leather ruffle collar vest. I pulled on the clothes before pulling on my boots and holster sheath set that straps to my leg. I put my hair up in a messy bun before holstering my guns, sheathing my knives, and hiding a few knives in my boot sheaths. As I looked in the broken mirror all I could do was shake my head, I'm a fucking female version of the devil and I couldn't have a bigger love hate feeling for it. I mean I love it because yeah maybe I look better than I usually do and I know Daryl would love it more than he would care to admit. However I hate it because it's him, he's making me do this, this isn't me, it never has been, and it never will be. I opened my pack to see something leather, I pulled it from my bag and smiled seeing that it was Daryl's vest. I smiled with tears in my eyes as I unzipped the ruffled top pulling on the vest, I looked in the mirror and it fit a little big but I knew that I would never take it off. This vest will remain on my back, just like my ring will remain on my finger, I was pulled from my thoughts by the trailer door opening. I turned to see Negan with a smirk on his face, however it fell when he saw the vest, his eyes flashed to my finger and I watched his anger deepen.

"You're mine, take off the vest, the ring, and join me outside."

I stood there shaking my head.

"Go to hell, you took me away from my family, this is all I have left, so go to hell, the vest stays, the ring stays. He's my husband, you're a monster who has no regard for anyone but himself, so go to hell."

He walked to me taking me by the neck and all I could do was stare him down, he smirked.

"I like a girl with some fight."

"Yeah, well I like rednecks with shaggy hair, at least one of us is getting what we want."

He threw me to the ground and I pulled my gun, he held his hands up.

"That's the second time, and the last, next time I kill ya."

I laughed, shaking my head.

"No you won't, like you said you like a girl with some fight, well I got fight, and next time you lay a hand on me I'll cut it off, that's a promise."

I stood up, never taking my eyes off him, he smirked and I walked out of the trailer, it was then that I was introduced as his second hand, his right hand man. It was also then that he planned to make our way back to Alexandria, when he smirked at me I knew he was doing it just so he could put my family and I through hell.

~Daryl's POV~

I was woken up today by the front door openin and closin, I sighed gettin out of bed and gettin dressed. I walked downstairs to see Darren, gettin in the fridge, I leaned against the frame clearin my throat makin him look at me.

"Where ya been?"

"At Carl and Judiths, I stay there every other night, somethin ma came up with so when you came home you'd have time together. Guess it's kinda pointless now, with her being gone and all, now I'm just stayin there to get away."

I sighed shakin my head.

"Darren..."

"No, don't, don't Darren me, I'm used to you being gone, but ma, she was all I had in this world other than Carl and Judith, Now she's gone, the sad thing is she left me with a man that I don't even know, see ya dad."

He walked out and I knew that it was gonna take awhile to fix this shit, I just wish that Dallas was here to help me fight this battle.