Trespassing (Daryl Dixon x OC)

Take My Breath Away

** Again, following the path of the show, Negan attacked Alexandria and forced everyone out **

"So break me down if it makes you feel alright."

I've barely said a word since we left the sewers. Honestly, there was hardly a need for me to say anything. Alexandria was fleeing. A whole group of people seeking refuge. A whole community. Well, almost a whole.

I haven't been okay since Carl showed me his bite. I haven't dared to touch his letter yet, either. We're too busy and I'm not ready. It's hard to tell if I'll ever be.

There was still a slight ringing echoing in my ears. Flashes of the fiery scenery kept poking its way into my head. Remembering the way Carl held onto me was stuck in the back of my brain. I just could not stop crying and I hated feeling this openly vulnerable.

I stayed at the front of the pack with Daryl. He's all I have right now, really. He knew this was hard for me so he kept his respective distance. Though, every so often he would brush his hand against the small of my back or lock our fingers together to let me know he was still here.

We've been walking for a while so we decided to rest for the time being. We needed to wait for Rick and Michonne, too. There was a quiet murmur among the group. This was traumatic for all of us.

Daryl and I were sat side by side against a tree, looking out at the last of the community we had left. We were silent for a while, nothing new since we left our home. We both had our arms wrapped around our knees, though he allowed his to rest against mine. It was a way of unspoken support.

"I need to go back," I quietly mumbled. The shock of my voice and words caused Daryl to whip his head around in my direction.

"Like hell you do," he replied.

"I know you're worried but I have something I have to do." I kept my gaze outward as I said this.

"What, Belle? What is so important that you have to go back?"

I didn't know how to tell him. I didn't even know how to justify this to myself. I kept my mouth shut for a moment, thinking it over.

"What if they're still out there? I'm not gonna lose you. You know that," he continued.

"Daryl," I said before finally turning to look at him, "I need you to trust me."

He didn't say anything but just gave me a look.

"I know I'm asking a lot right now. I know the risks and the dangers that are possible. I'm not asking you to agree with me, I just need you to trust me on this."

Daryl let this sink in for a minute. Both of us are going into this blindly which already sets up a huge risk factor. Sometimes you just have to trust that the other will be okay.

"Alright," Daryl reluctantly agreed. "Just...please be careful."

I nodded in agreement before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on his lips. I lightly held the side of his face, my fingertips just barely grazing his skin. Silent tears escaped my eyes still, probably dripping onto Daryl's clothes.

I pulled myself away before muttering, "You, too, Dixon."

***

It was incredibly difficult to see my home destroyed. Most of the flames have died out but some still danced along the rooftops. There were pieces of housing scattered among the streets. The gazebo where I got engaged was still caught up in flames.

Two whistled notes invaded my ears and I automatically tensed. I caught a glimpse of the black leather jacket, shoulders relaxed and moving with a prideful stride. Typical baseball bat resting on his shoulder.