Daryl's Daughter

Meg breaking

Not really following the show right now, but there is a bit of Meg/Daryl fluff

I ran away from daddy to an area where the group had secured, earlier in the day.

I was probably worrying my daddy by running away but he just doesn't get it.

I am the youngest, weakest and stupidest person in the group. All of them are willing to put me before themselves but I don't want that.

I don't need to be helped to survive, if I am gonna die it will be because of the mistakes I have made and not anyone else.

I killed Jimmy, that was my fault and because I was too weak he is gone and I am still here.Most of the group save me and look after me because they are scared of what daddy might do to them if I am hurt or worse killed but he never says of feels anything for the people who help me out so that I can get back to daddy, he's grateful but never says anything.

"Meg?" I hear someone say from behind me. I stand up and turn around. Its Glenn, he walks over to where I am and sits on the ground next to me.

"You can't run away from your dad like that" he says pulling my hand so that I am sitting next to him.

"He is so annoying though, constantly worrying about me and no one else" I say looking down at my lap "he doesn't care for the group, only Merle and I.

I care for ye, The Greene's, the Grimes, Peletier's, T and everyone else but daddy doesn't and its so, so" I keep speaking.

"Infuriating" Glenn adds raising his eyebrows, "Wha's that mean?" I ask Glenn while looking at him.

"er, like really angry and annoying put together"

"Then yeah, daddy's infuriating" I huff slouching"Have you told him this at all Meg because I don't think that the only think that's annoying you?" Glenn asks holding my hand.

Just thinking of Jimmy made me start crying. I'm not a pretty crier so when it's like a monsoon coming from my eyes I normally hid my face and that's what I do.

I place my face in glen's neck and sob. Loudly."Hey, hey there's no need to cry, come on you're a Dixon" he says rubbing my backI stop crying and stand up.

"WHAT, JUST BECAUSE I'M A DIXON MEANS I CAN HAVE AND FEEL EMOTION" I shout at Glenn I then turn and run away again.

After running for a while I find a little hole in the wall where a vent would normally go I climb in and hide there just crying and letting all the emotion just leave my body. 

From here I can hear all the people running around and looking for me. "She ran in this direction" I heard Glenn say from the room below mine.

"Meg, MEGAN, MEG, LITTLE ONE" I hear the shouts from all of the group.Someone walks into the room I am in and sits against the wall to where I am hidden.

"Meg if you can hear us calling please come out. I don't like not knowing where ye are, please." I have only heard daddy cry a couple of times and normally when it is to do with me.

I crawl out from where I am hidden and walk up to daddy who has his eyes closed and is sniffling trying to keep himself from crying even more.

I am standing very close to him as I kneel next to him."Daddy?" I say placing myself next to him.Daddy opens his eyes and looks at me.

He blinks and shakes his head"Megan, where the hell did ya run off too."

daddy said shouting at me "ya near scared me to death, though ye were gonna get bitten or somethin' where ya go?"

He asks picking me up and placing me on his lap cuddling me to his chest.Maggie walks past and sees me and daddy and then leaves us alone.

"Daddy, I am the weakest, youngest and most stupid person in our group. I can't look after myself, I can't even get changed properly, how I am supposed look after myself"

I say looking up at daddy.Daddy sighs and picks me up turning me around so that I am sitting on his knees. He places a finger underneath my chin forcing me to look at him.

"Wha's de real matter" daddy says tucking a stray hair behind my ear... I can feel the tear well up in my eyes and start to fall down my cheeks.

"I KILLED JIMMY" I shout collapsing in large and loud sobs.

"It's my fault he's dead it's my fault he was bitten and it's my fault he isn't here now" I say crying harder now.

"How long have ya had tha in ya" daddy asks kissing away the tears on my face and wiping the ones on my neck"Uncle M said to show emotion is to be emotion and Dixons don't care about others.

I was tryin to be a Dixon like Uncle M and ye" I say looking down.

"Ye are a much better Dixon than Me or Merle. Ye care about others and therefore others care about ye. ya can talk and interact with the group where we can't. I am the one wanting to be a proper Dixon because a proper is ye little one."