Penance (Book One): Daryl Dixon x Sage Wilson

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Every scar, every beating, every burn. I felt it all over again. It was all phantom pain but it was memorable pain. That was the worst part.

Mickey kneels down, his hair now short and his appearance dark and mangled. He wore black leather and had several tattoos. He was involved with some sort of group.

The next thing I knew, I was grabbed by my hair and slammed up against a shelf. A hand meets my thin neck, closing in on my air.

"Hey, stop or I'll fucking kill you!" Maggie says as she aims the gun. I look over to her, then seeing a man run from behind her and bind her in a chokehold. I look into his manic eyes, his smirk growing. He licks his lips, and I close my eyes to avoid him.

"You thought you could fucking kill me?" A mouth meets my neck, hot breath roaming down my clothing. "I'm fucking immortal." I feel a hand go under my shirt, and my skin felt as if it was burning. It was as if I could feel every stitch in my body open.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I start to cry, my lips quivering and my body shaking.

"I always come back, I've told you." He presses his body up against mine as he tries to meet his lips with mine. He still smelled of alcohol and reeked of cigarettes and weed. "I know you missed me, Sage." He laughs lowly.

"I didn't, I wanted you fucking dead." I grind in his face, then gather a spit wad and spat directly at him.

His expression flattens, which meant-

Punch.

A hand meets my face.

Then my stomach.

Then my face again.

"Stop!" Maggie cries.

"I said shut up, bitch!" The man holding her says.

"Hey! Get the hell off of her before I blow your fucking brains out!" I look to my left and see Daryl holding his crossbow directly up to Mickey's head.

I start to whimper and cry, feeling everything in my body hurt including my heart.

"Or what tough guy?" Mickey smirks.

"Or I fucking torture you and slowly feed you to the goddamn walkers." Daryl says angrily. Rick comes up behind the other man holding Maggie, gun to head.

"Where's Ava?" Mickey twists his head.

I swallow, trying not to let myself fall to him.

He starts to laugh. "She's gone, too? Wow, what a sister you are!"

"You have the choice to walk away," Rick warns.

"Or what." Mickey contests.

"You heard him," Rick motions to Daryl. I feel a liquid travel down my abdomen, and I look down to see blood running down my stomach and legs. The stitches were surely popped.

"See this bitch here?" Mickey takes a gun, putting it to my head. "She was mine first, but she decided to try and fucking kill me." He laughs as he caressed the gun down to my chin. "Did you ever tell them of your sob story?" He pouts.

I grit my teeth. "No." I say blankly.

"Go ahead, tell your buddies!" Mickey yells in my face. "Go ahead and tell them how much fun I had with you... how you begged me no. How I'm going to do the exact same thing-"

I look to Daryl, who's expression was cold and hard. Like he was about to explode. My heart felt as if it was in my throat. I feel a sharp object pointing at my stomach, but without warning, Daryl runs up to Mickey, slamming him into the ground and getting on top of him.

My body hits the ground with force, and I hear a blood curdling stab to the side of me. The man holding Maggie was on the floor dead. I hold my stomach as I try not to black out.

"Sage!" Maggie runs over to me, Rick joining her as we watch Daryl go loose.

"He throws punch after punch, Mickey occasionally hitting back.

"You're fucking dead!" Daryl yells as he endlessly punches him.

"She's stabbed!" Maggie yells. The pain doesn't register until then, but I look down to see my pool of blood behind to grow inch my inch. "It's not in a good place either, Rick! We need to go!" Maggie throws an arm around me while Rick gathers the bags.

"She's what?" Daryl looks back as his hands are wrapped around Mickey's throat.

Maggie stands me up, gesturing to the blood dripping violently to the floor.

"Daryl.." I weakly say. I hold out my hand, knowing what I wanted. What I needed to do. "Please."

Daryl stands up, looks me up and down and hands me the handgun. Mickey was on the floor in his own pool of blood, twitching but still not dead.

"N-no.. Sage!" Mickey yells. "Please-You bitch!"

My hands shake as I aim it, and my finger finds the trigger. The bullet enters between his eyes, his body falling completely limp.

My body lurches forward, Maggie and Daryl catching me as I let our agonizing cries. Daryl's hand covers over my abdomen while Maggie tries to prop me up.

"Go, I'll carry her." Daryl says to Maggie.

My body was then lifted up, my head lobbed against Daryl's chest. My whole body burned, my whole self was in pain. I found myself to be hysterically crying; from the emotional, mental, and physical pain. My whole body was in shock and all I could do was sob into Daryl's chest.

I feel a hand rest behind my head, bringing me into him more. I then feel my body enter the car, my body in Daryl's lap.

"Go, go!" Maggie yells.

The car screeches off, and I look up to Daryl who I find looking down to me. His expression was somber, angered. He wasn't happy; and maybe he expected me to tell him information such as this, but just like him my past, or so I thought, was dead. Long gone.

I feel a hand on the back of my back, as he brings me in closer to him.

"I can't stay awake," I beg Daryl. I try to breathe, but I wasn't getting enough air in my lungs.

"Stay with me, Wilson. You hear?" I nod slowly, feeling my vision go darker and darker.

"Thank you, Dixon." I found myself smiling. My body shakes as a hand moves my shoulders. "Wilson! Damnit, drive!"

Then everything goes black.