Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

86: It's Not Over!

Two days have now passed and it is officially the day where we hope to finish this war with Negan. But I also know that with Negan and this shitty world we live in, that we need to expect the unexpected. For all I know, this might not be the end.

Dad still hasn't talked to me since I escaped from the Sanctuary for a second time. Everytime I try to talk to him, he walks away from me and gives me an incredibly guilty look. Whatever Glenn said to him was definitely playing in his mind on a loop.

I've had enough of my father not speaking to me. Anyday could be our last and If the world decides to take either one of us today, there are things that need to be said.

I sought out my father, hoping to speak to him, and found him in his room having a conversation with Siddiq. I stood near the door, listening to their conversation. I couldn't really see them, but from what I have heard already, Siddiq went into Dad's room to feed Judith since she was crying.

I heard my father sigh before her asked Siddiq, "How'd you do it? Convince my kids to take you in?" He didn't convince us. If anything, the little gremlin and I convince Siddiq to join us. So I was severely confused by my father's question.

"I didn't?" I heard Siddiq answer. The tone in his voice made his statement seem more like a question. He was just as confused as I am.

"Please tell me." I heard my father say. "Carl, he may have not needed any convincing. But Nora? She's never trusted people. She hasn't had an easy life, so she always has her guard up and she doesn't trust easily. So, I'm wondering how you got her to trust you."

"I don't know." Siddiq answered. "One of the first things she said to me was that she's learned how to tell a good person from a bad one, and she didn't think I was bad."

At this point, it's not that I think that Siddiq isn't a bad person. It's that I know he's not. He might be one of the nicest people left in this world. And that says something about his character. This world changes people, but it doesn't seem like he's changed drastically from who he once was.

"I was wary of them at first." Siddiq continued. "It's hard knowing who you can and can't trust nowadays. But they showed me and proved to me that I could trust them, and in return I want to be someone that they can trust. That you all can trust."

"How did they do that?" My father resumed his questioning. "How did they prove that they are trustworthy?"

"My mother's dead." I heard Siddiq start speaking in a sad tone. "She was bit. I had to watch her die. Not long ago. And she believed people, their souls were trapped in the bodies of the monsters, and that killing the dead let's the living move on into an afterlife. Carl and Nora were taking me back to your community, and I told them what my mother believed. We saw a few of the dead. They wanted to honor her. They were trying to show me that I could trust them. That's how. They were paying respects to a woman they never knew. And it was dangerous. Nora had gotten hurt and Carl was almost bit. I didn't think about how dangerous it would be. I should've. Both of them could have died because of me. But they didn't. Whatever life I have, I owe it to them. I don't know if I would've made it another day out there alone. You did a good job with them. Their ideas, their values, are good."

The room was quiet after that so I decided to finally make myself known by knocking on the door twice. Both Siddiq and my father looked my way as I spoke. "Hey, Sidouku. Do you mind if I steal my father for a moment? I need to talk to him about something important."

Truth is that I think the conversation I'm going to have with my father is important, but it's not life or death. I just said that word, 'important', because I know if Dad hears that word he won't run away from me.