"Where are you going?" Daryl asked perplexed as he watched the dark haired woman he had spent the last 6 months on the road with back her bags. "We don't need to leave yet," he confirmed.
She continued to pack her belongings before collecting food, and weapons from around the cabin. Some of which belonged to Daryl, "where are we going?" he asked again.
"We are not going anywhere. I am," she announced firmly, she didn't even look him in the eyes as she spoke.
He snatched one of his pocket knives from out of her hand. "What the hell you talking about?" He snapped in anger.
"I'm going. I don't need you anymore. I'm stronger now, I'm healed. It's time for me to go."
"You don't need to go. We will find the others, my family. You can stay with us," he said in a promise.
She swung her bag onto her shoulder and finally looked him in the eye. "I don't need you anymore, Daryl. Goodbye," she announced before leaving.
Daryl stood rooted to the spot. Confused and anger. He was alone again.
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DARYL DIXON DRABBLES
FanfictionJust short Daryl Dixon One Shots/drabbles. Just trying something out and it also fills in the caps between me updating my other stories.
