Why Me?

~Saving One, Ending Another~

~Dallas' POV~

As I walked into the small hell that used to be home and probably still is the devil, I looked around until one of the trailer doors opened. I watched as Negan kicked Daryl out of the trailer and I shook my head, watching him put Daryl on his knees made anger rise in me. I watched Daryl look away from me and knew that he was ashamed, I sighed shaking my head.

"Negan let him go."

"I will when I have you."

I sighed before nodding my head.

"Untie him, and let him walk to me, then as soon as he's gone and safe I'm all yours."

He did as I said to an extent, as soon as Daryl started walking towards me Negan shot him in the leg. I ran over helping him up before pulling my gun pointing it at Negan, Daryl stepped in front of me placing his hand over my belly and me behind him a bit. I watched the realization come to Negan's face, and knew that this wasn't going to end well.

"So you're carrying my baby, and staying with him."

"It's not your baby, it'll never be your baby."

"Blood makes a baby."

I shook my head.

"No, parenting, and love makes a baby, blood doesn't matter."

"Oh I beg to differ, and no man is gonna raise or take what's mine."

My heart rate picked up as I watched him lift his gun, I quickly pulled mine, putting the bullet through his skull. I sighed looking at Daryl who shook his head, before sitting on the ground, I sat next to him going through my bag tying a tourniquet above the bullet whole. He hissed in pain and I looked around, it was then that I saw the walkers, I closed my back pack before standing up and helping Daryl. We went to the trailer and I locked the doors, shutting off the lights, we sat there listening to them swarm. I sighed before opening my bag once again getting out the first aid kit, knowing I had to get the bullet out of his leg or he could lose it. I looked around finding a wooden rod that used to be used for curtains, I broke it in half off my knee before looking at him.

"I need you to bite on this, you have to be quiet, I have to get the bullet out."

He sighed, doing as I said, I pulled out one of my knives running alcohol over it before doing the same with a pair of tweezers. I looked at him before pouring alcohol on his leg, making his hiss and jerk his leg away in pain. I grabbed his leg before taking my knife and putting it into the wound under the bullet so I could get the tweezers around it. The whole time I'm doing this though Daryl is hissing and jerking his leg around, I eventually had to sit on his ankle to help keep him still. When the bullet was finally out I poured more alcohol on the wound before filling the hole with gauze, wrapping a lot of surgical tape around it. I sat there shaking my head pulling the rod from between his teeth, he sighed looking at me shaking his head.

"Ya shouldn't have come for me."

"You're my husband, of course I was gonna come for you."

He shook his head.

"Dallas, you're pregnant, he would've never known had ya stayed in Alexandria."

"No, I would've stayed in Alexandria, you would've died and he would've shown up, killed our baby, then Darren, and we would've been fucked either way. So shut up and be thankful that the only thing lost tonight is a bit of blood, and the devil himself. Now all we have to do is figure out how to get the hell out of here, and back to Alexandria before Carl runs with the kids."

He gave me a confused look.

"Why would he run with the kids?"

"I told him too, I told him if I'm not back by tomorrow, and there's no sign of my or your return, then to run because that means we lost and Negan's coming."