ELEANOR . NEGAN

086.

Two days until Negan and Eleanor will leave. 48 hours and they'd be gone like the wind. 2880 minutes and- stop. Elle dragged a hand down her face while she groaned throughout her living room. Everyone was outside, helping with repairs towards Alexandria but Aaron demanded for the woman to rest.

"No."

"Yes."

There was no winning so she plopped her ass down grudgingly on the laminate with a bottle of jack and started to wrap things up with shitty paper rolls. The things you find on hunts that's supposed to be useless was actually handy now, working perfectly to hide Maya's presents behind a covering.

When she finished her wrapping, she hid it under her settee and rushed upstairs to pack her things. Two days. It would be Maya's eighteenth tomorrow, a celebration taken across Alexandria since Elle wouldn't have it any other way. Two days. She would be leaving with Negan, running from tranquility and calamity.

Elle groaned and grabbed a camo-pack, stuffing it with pieces of clothes and important items. Two days. She wanted to do this, she knew she wanted to, but it didn't mean she wasn't scared. Leaving behind the people she's never been apart from. Daryl done his time, now Michonne was doing hers. But Elle? Fucking hell.

She was alone for two months before all of them, alone and accustomed to the harsh silence and the coldness of the turned world. And it sucked; walker growls turned to melodies and the wind became her worst nightmare. At least this time, she wouldn't be doing it alone.

Elle rolled her eyes and pulled herself out her harsh reveries as she grabbed a pair of slick converse and chucked them in her bag. She made sure to have clothes for warmer weather too along with a coat she'll leave with.

Fuck, it was getting scary.

Cock up, Elle closed her bag and chucked it down by her bedside table before spinning on her heel to open a wooden drawer. She pushed past books and random pieces of papers before she pulled out a simple handgun — the metal silver and shiny, perfectly weighted in her hands with rounds beside it.

"What yur doin'?"

Uh fucking oh. His southern drawl was familiar and home to her, and she was shitting it. Elle quickly tucked the gun between her belt and smiled, a big smile that scared Daryl.

"The fuck ya doin'?" He hissed, "Stop it."

"I'm smiling?"

"Nah," He spat. "That's not what ya doin'." He pointed at her camo-bag with a hateful glare. "Yur leaving?"

"On a hunt."

Daryl let out an exasperated sigh, "Stop yur lying!" He ordered, Elle just looked down at her converse. "Why? Ya can't go-"

"Daryl-"

"Nah," He puffed out his cheeks and turned around abruptly.

"Wait, Daryl-"

He waved his hand to dismiss her and walked off, pushing through doors and slamming them shut behind him. Elle bit her lip nervously; fuck, and yelled for him. She was ignored though and fuck, it wasn't fair. Or maybe it was, the least he could do was hear her out.

She chased him out her house and sprinted down the road of Alexandria, "Daryl!" She yelled, but he shrugged her off and kept running.

"Daryl!" This time she grabbed his arm, catching a few strange stares as she pulled him back. "We need to talk, clearly-"

"Nah, I ain't talking to ya!"

"Daryl, that ain't fair-"

"No!"

He yanked his arm back and went straight for Alexandria's gates, pushing through them like there was nothing wrong in the world. Elle stopped herself in her tracks; flabbergasted and bewildered — this could not be happening.

"Daryl!" There was no use, he already left through the gates with nothing but yells. Fuck. Elle felt conflicted and pissed off. It was like her heart has doubled just to split and it wasn't fair. She kept thinking she was a Lily Allen song with the amount of times she thought that.

Her shoulders sagged at his absence and her mouth fell agape. "Elle," Someone said beside her; she didn't really look. "Let's go inside." They put their hands on her shoulders and started to guide Elle back towards her house, "Come on, hon."

Carol. Elle snapped out of it and looked at the older woman, her green eyes sunken. "I'm fine."

"Ellie-"

"No, I'm fine." Elle cleared her throat and shrugged Carol off. "Sorry, I'm just gonna go- go have a nap or some shit."

"Hon," Carol said sweetly. "Whatever happened, he'll come around." Elle wanted to roll her eyes. "Your both bad as each other-"

"I know how to speak!" Elle spat back.

"Siblings, both of you," She huffed out a laugh. "Look, Ellie, he'll come around."

Elle just looked down at her feet and Carol smiled sadly. She kept whispering endearments and rubbed her hands up and down her arms, cheering her up slightly. Whatever, Elle was pissed off clearly and upset so she pulled back with a small scowl. She didn't want to be angry at Carol; I need to go.

The Welsh woman mumbled her goodbyes and quickly rushed back to her house, ignoring the confused stares and how Aaron called for Elle with Gracie tucked under his arm. She ignored them all and walked inside with the shutting of her front door.

This was a joke.

A joke.

Daryl was her best mate, her best bud, her fucking brother if anything. That annoying older man you'd die for. That was who he was. Elle supported him through Leah, protected him in any way she could, been there for him after Rick — fucking hell, didn't moan when he got up and left.

She kept her mouth shut because she knew Daryl. She knows how he works, how he thinks, how one mishap could ruin his mood for the rest of the day. He was bad with his words and he was an emotional person even if he thinks otherwise.

Elle knows him.

Why didn't he know her?

hey

i'm so sorry.

i just can't with filler chapters.

also i'm trying to end this act quickly so i can have a small break. i'm thinking of writing the last chapter of this act and focus it heavily with negan and elle, and then have a break cos college kicking my ass istg

anyways NOOO DARYL AND ELLE NOOOO