Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

85: Frustration

TW: Mild Smut.

As we were driving back to Hilltop to make sure that the place is still standing and everyone we love is okay, I asked Glenn how he got into the Sanctuary. That place is usually like Fort Knox, but somehow he was able to just sneak in.

He said he snuck in at night, and kept trying to find the best time to free me. And apparently everyone that tried talking to him believed he was also a Savior. How? I have no clue. I guess they all took their stupid pills. But that was good for both me and Glenn. 

He said he would've freed me earlier but there was no opportunity for him too, especially during my three hour concert of 'Fuck You'. Apparently the Saviors were worried I was going to bust down the door with all my kicking. So I apparently had an armed guard outside my cell until Negan arrived.

"Hey, Mom," Sebastian said while nuzzling his head onto my shoulder, while we ride in the back seat of the car. "You might want to talk to Grandpa Rick when we get back. He thinks you getting taken again was his fault."

"Okay, One: Please call him Grandpa the next time you see him, I would love to see that reaction." I laughed slightly before replying to his other statement. "Two: It's not at all his fault. Why would he think that?"

"I may have something to do with that." Glenn admitted as he looked at me and my son through the rear view mirror. "I may have implied that it was his fault."

"What the hell, Glenn?" I irritatedly asked him. Why would he say that to him? Glenn isn't usually a confrontational person who puts blame on everyone. "Why would you say that to him."

"Well to be completely honest, Nora, I don't get it. I've wanted to say something to him since you showed up at the farm, but I always let it go." Glenn groaned and was starting to white knuckle the steering wheel. "He had one job. Do not engage. All he had to do was honk his damn horn."

"I went along with his stupid plan." I told him.

"We'll be talkin' 'bout ya later." Daryl growled at me. "Ya had a concussion, ya still got it, and yet ya still went on suicide mission."

"I thought you said we'll be talking about my involvement later." I said quietly.

"We will be." Daryl turned his head slightly to give me the angry Dixon glare. Oh yeah, he's definitely pissed at me.

Glenn groaned again and mumbled, "I don't understand how a cop can't find and protect his own daughter."

"Whoa, Glenn.." I frowned at him. "My Dad tried his best to find me, and eventually he did. But we had just moved."

"You're telling me that it took him eleven years to find you by doing his best?" Glenn scoffed. "No, I don't believe that for one moment."

"Well he said he enlisted help from the captain of instability, Shane. So maybe that had something to do with him never finding me." I argued with the Korean. "You can't talk to him like that Glenn. He's a good father. Yeah, he makes stupid decisions, we all do. He's never hurt me intentionally. He tries to protect me. You weren't there, Glenn. When we went after Negan, Dad was with me the whole time, until Negan pushed him back into the geek infested room, and knocked me out. I'm sure he tried to find me but he never would've been able to because we were kidnapped by the trash lady-"

"What?!" Daryl, Glenn, and Sebastian asked me at the same time.

"Yeah." I sighed. "I've had a rough few days, alright?"

The rest of the car ride back to Hilltop was silent. I know my father did his best to find me. I never doubted that. And he didn't know that I was going to be taken again. We went on a rogue mission to kill Negan, not to hand me over. I know Glenn cares about me, but he never should have told my father that it was his fault.