Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

58: That's Not My Name!

After having a heart to heart with my little brother, I walked to my bedroom and got ready for bed. I was about to get into the bed when Avalon started crying. I guess Glenn didn't cuddle her enough today. Even though he clearly did, she's just clingy. The second I picked her up, she stopped crying.

I walked over to my bed with her in my arms, getting into the bed slowly. I leaned my back up against the headboard, and held Avalon close to my chest. I started humming while softly rubbing her back.

It's strange how much she looks like me. Dad even commented that she looks exactly like I did when I was this little. At first I didn't fully believe how much she looked like me, but then her hair started coming in the same copper color as mine. It's honestly strange how I could make something this small, fragile, and beautiful. 

My humming soon turned into singing as I stared into my daughters baby blue eyes that mirror my own. "I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go. When all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said don't leave me here alone. But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight. Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."

Daryl walked into our bedroom looking absolutely exhausted and frustrated. I shot him a small smile. I'm just happy that he made it home, alive. "Don't stop." Daryl said as I stopped singing to our daughter. I then continued singing as he started taking his clothes off so he could get ready to sleep.

"Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone, gone. Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound..."

I stopped singing again when Daryl entered the bed. He sat up against the headboard next to me, and held his arms out so he could grab our daughter from me. As I handed him our daughter his eyes locked onto my hand, making him furrow his brows. I looked down at my hand and was reminded of the bite mark from our wild morning sex. I shook my head. "That's just from this morning." I brought my hand to my mouth to show him, but somehow he still seemed confused. "You know, from the sex?"

"I know that." He grunted. "You've done it before." He shifted our daughter in his arms so that she was being held by only one of his arms  He brought his other hand to my wrist and pulled up my sleeve a tiny bit. "That. What is that?" 

I looked down at my wrist to see that it is starting to bruise from how tightly Spencer grabbed me earlier. "Wow nothing gets past you does it?" I joked, and he was not impressed. I debated whether or not I should tell him, but ultimately decided that I should. He should know just in case it becomes a problem we need to deal with later. "Before I tell you, can you promise me that you won't kill anyone."

"No." 

"Please?" I asked. "I already threatened them. It probably won't happen again."

"I ain't promisin' nothin'." He growled. "Now tell me."

"It was Spencer." I answered softly. "He was walking out into the woods with a shovel. I followed him so that he didn't die, and we found Deanna." I frowned, but he kept his facial reaction the same as I continued. "He was complaining about how he has no family left, and no home. All I said was that I had been following him through the woods to help him, which means that he still has some kind of family. He kissed me." I could see Daryl's eyes fill with anger. "I pushed him off, yelled at him, and walked away."

"Doesn't explain the bruise." He growled at me.

"As I was walking away he grabbed me rather roughly, and pinned me up against a tree. He tried to kiss me again, and he grabbed my ass." Daryl was about to throw our baby into my arms so he could run out of the room and beat up Spencer. I shook my head. "He told me he wasn't afraid of you, but I did possibly make him afraid of me." I slightly laughed, but he found absolutely no humour in my words. "I told him my kill count, and why they died. I told them that I had killed people for doing less than touching me, and I have. He didn't even look at me the whole way home."