Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 93: Cool Down

A/N: The song is The Nights, by avicii.
This song perfectly describes the impact of the mc's mother left on her and the lessons she taught her, so rather than father, pretend it's mother😂

This song is also perfect for a certain place which I'll mark!

Anywho! Let's continue!

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When we got back to the prison, Rick was quick to greet us, along with Carl, Sofia and Beth.

The two kids were quick to pounce on me energetically, happy that I had come back in one piece. They had clung on so tight, that my arms felt like they were about to tear off for a second time today...

Everyone was relieved and happy that we had come back safe yet again, that is, until Beth noticed her boyfriend wasn't with us.

She was hurt and didn't even ask what had happened like I thought she would, rather, she looked to me with a certain look in her eyes, asking without saying a word, and I knew my guilty expression said it all.

To my suprise, she didn't cry, yell or even scream. She didn't scold me, or get angry, even though she had every right to do so. Rather, she waddled over to me and tucked herself into my arms.

I embraced her in a tight hug, taking care of her and comforting her whilst the others unloaded the supplies we had got and reported to Rick on everything that had happened.

Well, Maggie and Glenn helped for a moment, but then left to take Bob to Hershel, considering he couldn't walk on his own, let alone help out. So it was just the kids, Daryl and Rick unloading the supplies.

Beth rested her head on my chest and spoke softly, so only I could hear.
"Did he get bit? Did he turn?"

I felt a little guilty. We hadn't shot him, but, luckily...he wouldn't have turned no matter what, there was far too little of him left. Or rather...maybe that's unlucky? The pain he must've endured in his final moments...it must not have been pleasant.

I'd be lying if I said I cared for the kid, or even missed him. I didn't really feel guilty for his death either, but, seeing Beth before me now, knowing she cared. That hurt. That made me feel guilty.

I stroked her hair gently and shook my head.
"No. He didn't."
She nodded.
"That's good."
She pulled away and smiled at me, catching me off guard.
"Don't feel bad, okay?"
I blinked at her.
"I should be saying that to you.."
She offered me a smile.
"I know this happens and he volunteered to go."
She tilted her head.
"It sucks, but...I knew it could happen."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.
"And I know you probably did the best you could to protect 'im."
I sighed, feeling a little guilty.
"Not really..."
She shook her head and pulled away.
"If you didn' do anythin', then nothin' could've been done."
She offered me a warm smile.
"You help people, Y/n. You do everythin' you can. Always. I know you didn' leave 'im for dead."
I couldn't help but smile a little.
"Oh, Bethy.."
I pulled her into my chest and embraced her tightly.
"I'm supposed to be comforting you, silly..."
I kissed her forehead.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, I'm just glad Maggie, Glenn, Daryl and you came home."
She grinned up at me.
"I can always find another boyfriend, but you're irreplaceable!"
I let out an amused breath and pinched her cheek.
"Little sweetalker."
She grinned, but then she looked at me a bit worried and hugged me again.
"I'm glad it wasn't you...that didn't come back..."
I rested my head on top of hers.
"I'm glad too...to be home."