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He sat against the car, Rick beside him still coated in dried blood.
"Were you with her after the prison?" Rick asks him, as they continue to talk to one another.
Daryl nods, his heart heavy.
"I managed ta get her out. Somethin I did right."
"Daryl," Rick says as he looks at his friend whose face is just painted with sorrow. "She loved you. Don't you ever forget that that was something you did right too."
"Lovin her the way you did."
Daryl believed those words he said, as painful as they were. He was able to show that girl love in a world that was only left with hate.
Daryl looks over at him, "jus hard knowin she's gone."
A/N: uh, sad one. 😭sorry I'm crying too, but Daryl I love you😍such a big sweetie
