Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

82: Let Me Save You

A/N: There will still be a regular note at the bottom of this chapter but I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone yet again for reading this story. It is now a little past 10k views, and I couldn't be more proud. When I started writing this story I honestly thought nobody would ever want to read it, because I know my writing is not the best lol. But thank you all so much for continuing to read this. It seriously means a lot to me :) If you all have any suggestions for the future of this book, please let me know. Like I've said before sometimes I have no idea what I'm going to write until it happens, so if there's something you want to see, please don't hesitate to say so. :) I love you all! And now, onto our regularly scheduled Shitstorm.

It didn't take Daryl long to figure out I had trapped the teens in the cellar to protect them from his rage. He had yelled at me for hiding them, but did he really expect me to allow him to mame or kill my little brother. Not that I haven't thought of it myself, but nobody here needs to get hurt. Well except for Sophia in nine months, but hey that's the price of getting pregnant.

Daryl still isn't calmed down so I'm currently sitting on top of the cellar door to make sure he can't go in there and rip body parts off of my brother. Not that I think he would, but with Daryl this pissed off, anything is possible.

"Move, Mae." 

"How about, no." I shook my head at my husbands request. "We need to have a calm discussion about this."

"Calm discu-? Mae, they are sixteen!" Daryl yelled at me.

"And, its the the end of the world." I stated with a blank face. "It's not like they have to worry about money to support the kid. These things happen. I think our twins are proof enough that accidents happen."

Daryl glared at me as my father walked up to us again. He spoke directly to Daryl in hopes of calming him down. I could tell my dad wasn't thrilled about this situation either, but I think he came to terms with the fact that this is really happening and there's nothing we can do about it.

"You know, Gwen and I weren't much older than them when we had Nora. We had her right out of highschool, we had no clue what we were doing and we couldn't depend on her family for anything. And I didn't have much family left-"

"Ya got a point to this story, Rick?" Daryl growled.

"Yeah." Dad sighed before putting his hands on his hips. "We figured it out... Or I guess I did. The point is, they have people on their side. They won't be doing this alone. They have me, you, and Nora. And then after that, they still have a whole community of people who will want to help them."

"Mom!!" I heard Sophia yell from the other side of the door. "Can you please let us out, I need to pee!"

I stared at Daryl for a second. "I don't know, Dare. Can I let them out?" I asked him while slightly tilting my head. "Or are you just going to attack Carl the second this door opens."

Daryl growled at me and honestly that could mean yes and no to my previous question. So just to be safe, I had Dad hold him back while getting off the cellar door and opening it up to release the kids from the dark and dingy room.

I could tell Daryl wanted to attack Carl the second he saw him, but he was showing great restraint, which I was happy about. He didn't even look at Sophia, and honestly I had never seen such coldness from him to her. She even tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't acknowledge her as he murderously glared at my brother.

Sophia ended up walking away, but Carl stayed near us for a moment just so he could speak to the three of us who were just having a conversation about the newly married and pregnant couple.