A/N: Buckle up buckaroos! This chapter is a very long one...and kind of an emotional roller coaster...so I suggest buckling them seatbelts!
(Song: If we have eachother, by Alec Benjamin.)
(This chapter is literally like 8.1k words so...enjoy??)
Anyway, let's get into it!
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By the time I woke back up, another whole day had already passed and it was now night. And I still didn't know what to think. My thoughts were both everywhere and nowhere all at once.
I had dreams too...I went back there...to the ripples...the abyss...
I saw mom again. She sung lullabies, calmed me down...put me at ease...to sleep. She told me not to worry. That everything would work out...that it'd all end soon.
I saw dad too. He yelled like he usually dud. Pushed me and angered me. He didn't calm or ease me like mom had, but...weirdly enough...
It was dad's words that cleared my mind...made me see a little clearer...
He pushed me...and I woke up again.
He angered me...gave me a reason to continue...
Despite how much I hated him...I had to admit...he made me realise a few things. And he's the one that always brought me back. Woke me up from those dreams, or rather, nightmares...
His words were harsh...but they were the truth...
And it made me wake up...be sure of my decision.
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I stayed awake for a long time as I contemplated over my dreams...my feelings...even the reality and practicality of everything...
But I always came up with the same answer.
Luckily enough, as I was trying to sort through my thoughts, Dale showed up for a visit. Knowing him, he probably knew something was off from Hershel...he always did have a way of getting people to tell him their secrets...
He sat with me...all night...letting me rant to him and let my feelings out. He just sat there...and he listened. To every word. He didn't judge me. He didn't interupt me. He simply listened to everything I had to say.
Dale only ever spoke when I asked him his opinion, then, once I was done ranting, was when he truly gave me his advice and thoughts.
He was not scolding, nor angry, or firm. He wasn't scared or pressing me either direction...he simply told me his own thoughts based on what he knew. He told me his own stories...gave me advice, and even compared his experience with his wife...
Never once did Dale raise his voice or give me a look of pity or worry...just...
genuine consideration...genuine...care.
It was...it was something I hadn't been used to.
The last time I was ever treated like that...with such kindness and no judgment...was back before my mother got diagnosed with cancer...
She...she and Dalilah were the only two like that...
Of course Glenn loved me like his own blood and treated me kindly, but...he wasn't the type to just...listen. To tell secrets to, or, get things off your chest...
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Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)
FanfictionY/n was your average college student before the world went to shit. She lived in Atlanta with her childhood friend, Glenn, and had never once left the city after she had moved there. However, the end of the world changed that, forcing her to leave t...
