"What was his name, your friend that was killed?" I asked once Daryl had finished eating. He looked up at me silently, and after a few seconds passed I added, "Again, you don't have to tell me. I understand."
I took his tray and set it on the floor before sitting down in front of him. I let out a soft sigh as I looked at my hands. I felt his eyes on me, but couldn't seem to look up as my heart raced. "I didn't tell him about yesterday...he doesn't know."
I could hear him shuffling in his seat before he cleared his throat. "Carl. His name was Carl."
Author's Note: sorry for the short update, but it's kind of a two part chapter and will be finished in the next
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His Little Secret
FanfictionAfter the confrontation between Negan and Rick's group, the new threat decides killing one of them isn't enough, and takes Daryl Dixon with him. What happens when Daryl meets Ruthie, who, despite Negan's claim on her, finds our favorite redneck inte...
