Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 121: Splinters

Song: Stitches by Shawn Mendes.

(Why does this song fit quite well though? Like damn😭)

A/N: Sorry I've been gone so long again I'm so awful😭 I struggle with motivation and honestly fear with each new chapter I'll ruin it somehow😭

(Also my family invaded my house for a while for summer, it's been a nightmare 😭)

I honestly can't put into words how much all of your guys' love and support means to me! You all give me the confidence to continue, so I shall! And hopefully I'll give you all a story worth binging!

I love you all so much!

Now, let's get back into it!

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                     ~Daryl's P.O.V~

I scanned the woods fer somethin' to eat as Beth trailed behind me. It had already been a few days since...the prison fell...an' we'd been wanderin' aimlessly ever since.

I didn' wanna think 'bout what happened, an' I certainly didn' wanna get my hopes up...I knew better than that. It's already been a few days an' we ain't found nobody...ain't run into any of our group...

I forced myself to stop thinkin' about it. To forget it entirely. Searchin' fer ghosts was only gon' get me killed, an' so was thinkin' bout it all so much.

I just needed to focus on survivin'...an' keepin' Beth safe at least. She was only a kid afterall.

I couldn' say I particularly cared for her, if anythin', she was more of a nuisance than help, but...I couldn' bring myself to leave her behind...no matter how much her complaints an' moanin' got on my damn nerves.

She spoke nonstop about the others the past few days, runnin' off ahead of me to look in every car or buildin' we passed in hopes of findin' someone, anyone.

I don' know why she bothered. We weren' gon' find 'em. They weren' comin' back.

Everytime she ran off to look ahead, or run after every damn sound...it pissed me off. I knew...I knew she weren' gon' find nothin', most likely only get herself in trouble, but...I couldn' help but hope just a lil' bit each time...

I hated myself for it.

I knew we weren' gon' find our group again, if we were, we would've run into someone by now. They were all either dead or gone. Hell, they may as well have been dead, 'cause we weren' ever gon' see them again.

And here I was...stuck babysittin' some damn brat that did nothin' but hopin' and prayin' we'll find 'em again...like that'll make a damn difference.

It pissed me off even more that I saw part of Y/n in 'er. The reckless damn behaviour she had rubbed off on 'er...an' the stupid hopin'...never givin' up...bein' stubborn when it came to findin' the others...

If Y/n was alive...that'd be exactly how she'd be acting now...

And I hated that I knew that. That I saw that in Beth. That it fuckin' reminded me of 'er when I knew the damn chance of findin' anyone again', let alone her, was slim to nothin'.

It pissed me off that every damn time I looked at Beth, I saw Y/n's bow an' thought of the days she'd teach 'er archery in the scorchin' sun. That her damn attitude rubbed off on Beth...