THE WALKING DEAD: Let Go - A Daryl Dixon Love Story

The end, new start

Here is the first part of the story! I know that it isn't very long, but I still hope that you enjoy it! If you do, please remember to rate it and comment! I would love to hear your thoughts! :) I'll try to update more as soon as I can! :D 

THEN

"Get up you stupid bitch!" Andrew's intoxicated voice sounded off in the darkness of the room.

I lay motionless on the bed. I couldn't find any motivation whatsoever to get up and my eyes refused to open.

"Did you hear what I said? Move you useless bitch!" His voice screamed as he began punching and kicking the mattress.

Finally, my eyes opened. After many sleepless days and nights of being constantly on the move running and hiding from whatever those things were out there. We've been on the move a lot, but somehow managed to survive. Though, I'm not sure how.

I rose up off of the bed and stood before him.

"What is it?" I asked sheepishly.

"Don't give me that shit. Don't you DARE give me that!" He started.

He grabbed my face unpleasantly and forced my direction to him.

"You must be so tired. You've been asleep for hours. You know what I've been doing?" He asked.

I could smell a very heavy amount of alcohol on his breath. This was an all day, everyday kind of thing and I was tired of it.

"Getting shitfaced obviously." I answered too quickly, rolling my eyes. My eyes widened at what I had just said. I covered my mouth up quickly.

With that, I received a heavy blow to the side of my face knocking me to the floor. I already knew that I was going to be bruised.

Andrew walked over to me and kicked me repeatedly in the ribs. I cried out in agony as I begged him to stop, but the assault continued.

"You ungrateful bitch! I've been keeping the both of us alive. Which is more than what you do." He screamed as he lowered his head down to me and spat in my face.

"I'm going to bed. Make yourself useful for once and keep an eye on things." He said as he rose up.

Finally, he left the room. Leaving me alone, damaged, and overall just confused. I started to wonder how things between us had gotten so bad. How did it ever come to this? Our relationship started out great, but only got worse with time.

What really killed me was, I was going to leave him. But the world went crazy and fell apart. The people I loved turned into monsters and I had nowhere else to go. I was trapped in a never ending hell. I debated on just leaving him behind right now, but I knew that I wouldn't last even an hour out there on my own.

I wiped my face and slowly picked myself up off of the floor and walked into the living room of the abandoned house. I sat down on the couch and listened for certain things.

I glanced around the room and found the gun that Andrew had left me with to protect us.

I picked it up and began studying it. I began getting flashbacks of all the times that Andrew hurt me. I stared down at my arms to see the burn marks that he inflicted.

I stood up from the couch, the gun still in my hand as I slowly walked out of the living room and into the room where Andrew had passed out. My hands began to shake as I aimed the gun at his head. I held this position for several moments just waiting for the sound of the gun to fire, but it never happened no matter how much I wanted to, no matter how much he deserved to die. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. This wasn't who I was. I wasn't a killer.

I sighed. Removing the gun from Andrew's head and leaving the room. I walked back to the living room and sat back down on the couch. I began breathing heavily and had to regain myself.

It was then that it hit me. It was useless, me being here. He was right, I was useless in this whole situation. I had no purpose anymore. If one of those things came in here right now I would most likely be dead anyway. I didn't stand a chance in this world anymore. This was a whole new generation, one that I didn't want to be a part of. I didn't want to be here anymore, I just wanted a way out.

I raised the gun to my head, putting my finger on the trigger. I took several breaths and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I heard the front door open. I kept my pose, I didn't move an inch. I was ready to end this.

"What the hell?" I heard an unfamiliar male voice mutter.

After several moments, I heard the voice again. "Hey, put it down." He said. "It's alright, just put the gun down."

I opened my eyes finding a dark-haired man with a crossbow staring at me with a worried expression on his face.