It's Not On You (Rickyl)

Chapter One ~ A Waste Of Space

Daryl's P.O.V

"Who are you?" He asked again with an evil grin, and I waited for around 5 slow seconds, staring right into his eyes, letting him know what the answer was before I even said it.

"Daryl," I replied, still glaring into his annoying pupils. After what he did to Glenn and Abraham, I wouldn't and won't ever do anything for that Negan- son of a bitch.

~time skip~

I squinted my eyes at the bright light as a man with long blond hair and some sort of burn on the side of his face opened the door to the dark cell I sat in. He tossed a sandwich beside my cold, dirty and naked body. Next fluttered down a small picture, covered in blood. It fell faced down beside me. I looked up at the man before he closed the door. I sat there for a bit, finally in pure silence for more than 5 minutes. A much needed break from that pounding and irritating music. The thought of a friend came to my mind.

Glenn wouldn't have died if it wasn't for me, it's all my fault, and now Maggie's baby doesn't have a father.

Nobody's P.O.V

He started to tear up and sniffle as he slowly raised the photograph. Almost knowing what he was about to see, a tear rolled down Daryl's face as he turned over the small paper. Daryl sobbed at the sight of a pile of just blood and guts, that used to be the head and of a perfectly alive man with a wife and and unborn son.

He's gone... He's gone... look at him. He's gone forever and it's all your fault.

The lump that was once building in his throat disappeared as Daryl bursted into silent tears, setting down the photo and hoping to never see that sight ever again.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT," said a memory of his fathers voice. Daryl sobbed in all silence without replying. "HES DEAD AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!! ALL YOUR FAULT!" the loud, angry voice that Daryl dreaded most ached in his head as more droplets raced down his cheeks.

"YOU'RE A WASTE OF SPACE! THESE PEOPLE DON'T NEED YOU! CAROL, MORGAN, RIC-"

Rick.

Daryl's fathers voice immediately scurried from his thoughts. Breathing heavily, his head became foggy after he heard the name Rick.

~

*flashback*

"Who are you?"

"Rick grimes"

"Rick grimes?!? You got somethin' you wanna tell me?!?"

~

That moment replayed in his head over and over- like a record player- as daryl's breathing continued to slow. A last tear emerging from his eye.

~

"I need you! You with me?"

"You're my brother."
~

These words ran through his mind as well before he snapped back to reality. Reality, these days, was only crying, panic, guilt and regret.

"WORTHLESS!" his abusive fathers voice yelled in Daryl's mind "ALL YOU DO IS FUCK UP!"

He started to bawl. Crying so hard he would gag, he wished he wasn't alive. He wished he was the one beat to death with a bat wrapped in barbed wire by a cruel man wearing a leather jacket...

Daryl wiped away his tears and took some time to calm himself quite a bit. He closed his eyes and soon a familiar voice once again flew through his ears.

"It's not on you Daryl," Said Rick's voice, as it did a while ago.

It's my fault, Daryl thought

"Hey.... It's not on you"

Aaand that's chapter one!!! I'm sorry for such a short chapter, I think the other chapters might be longer. I've never really written anything before so I'm sorry I might not be that good. If you liked it, comment or something I don't know lmao, tell me what you think! I promise there will be another chapter soon!