you were a stranger just trying to survive, suddenly found by a man during the apocalypse. He captured you, taking you back to his community.
He mistakenly thought you were with the Enemy. One you knew nothing about.
will the man kill you?
or will...
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its been a tough couple of days, father always breathing down my neck for any reason, i decided to have a mental health day with some friends since they had plans to hang out together.
After a few hours making it home by 8:00pm, i walked through the front door, trying to creep to my room quietly.
"y/n!" father yelled, "what?" i asked confused. I had just got home and dad was already freaking out on me.
"where the hell you been?" He asked irritated.
"i was with some friends." i answered.
"friends? what friends?" He asked as if he had no idea i even had any. "just friends." i said again.
"doin' what?" He asked demanding an answer. "We were just hanging out." i rolled my eyes.
"look at me when i'm talking to you!" father yelled as he smacked me across the face.
i shot awake, letting out a gasp and placed my hand on my right cheek, feeling as if the slap was real, breathing a little heavy i continued to sit there.
"you all right?" i heard a voice say, startling me slightly. "huh, yeah- i'm fine." i looked over to see daryl not knowing he was even there.
"It was just a bad dream.." i said softly.
"wanna talk about it?" Daryl asked.
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"Another day." i looked back over at him. He nodded his head, not wanting to force me if i wasn't ready yet, not wanting me to be uncomfortable or feel pressured either.
I got up out of the bed, going to the closet where i had some clothes, grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt. "sorry, was there something you needed?" Asking him.
"just wanted to check up on ya." He nodded slightly and looked at me again, standing in the door way.
"oh." I nodded at him, trying to think of what to say. "well.. the people still don't like me. I don't blame them." i spoke.
