After around 3 hours of uncomfortable sleep in some ridiculous inmate type jumper he'd fortunately received, Daryl slowly woke up to the faint sound of footsteps approaching the door to the cell that he had been thrown into. He sat up, preparing himself for whatever that asshole, Negan, had to offer next. Soon enough, he could see the shadows of someone's shoes through the small space between the bottom of the heavy door and the dampened ground. Daryl waited. The person at the door stood there for quite a fragment of time before unexpectedly sliding a yellow sticky note, faced downward under the door into Daryl's cell. The anonymous individual then began to walk away, the shadow under the heavy door disappearing.
Daryl looked down at the note, puzzled for a moment, before turning it over to see the relieving words, 'go now'.
He waited for the moment he could no longer hear any footsteps, then quickly but quietly crumpled up the yellow sticky note and stood up (with difficulty). He put his ear to the door, as he had to be sure no one was there. Once he was certain that no one was behind the door ready to murder him instantly, Daryl slowly turned the handle, and opened it. As he wiped the dried tears off his face, he quietly ran down the hallways of that hellhole, almost getting caught once. He ran with stealth.
Daryl was alarmed when he heard the voice of the man he absolutely despised. With quick thinking he turned to the nearest room and closed the door right behind him. Realizing what trouble he might've gotten himself in, he almost ran right back out into the hallway, but as he looked around, Daryl realized that, thankfully, no one else was in the room. He rummaged through the small chamber, eating a jar of peanut butter he found, when he discovered some clothes on the floor. Not exactly something that Daryl would wear, but it would have to do.
Daryl quickly got changed into these clothes, which included a baseball cap. He waited for Negan to leave, then eventually, safely got out of the building.
Sprinting toward the motorcycles he had spotted on his way out, Daryl turned around to see a big, scared man, eating a sandwich. The man dropped his sandwich in fear of Daryl's intimidating look throwing his hands into the air as if begging for mercy. Not wanting to take any risks, Daryl beat up fat joey, throwing one punch after another, until he was surely knocked out cold. As he started again toward the motorcycles, Daryl spotted something out of the corner of his eye that stood out to him. Daryl pulled a revolver out of the guys pants, to see only the most familiar gun he's ever seen. Every moment with rick and this very Colt Python shot through Daryl's mind as he put the handgun safely in his pocket, finally snapping out of thought to look up and realize that that Jesus guy he didn't like very much was calling his name.
"Daryl!" He said in the loudest whisper possible. Daryl didn't reply. They hurriedly hopped onto two motorcycles , and headed back to hilltop with no one noticing that Daryl had even left.
Okay I know this chapter was even shorter than the last one and I'm sorry. I was going to make it longer but I'm gonna ask you guys something, do you want me to do short chapters but publish more often, or write really long chapters but upload a chapter like once a week? Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading, oh yeah and I PROMISE there will be actual Rick and Daryl time next chapter.
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Hayran Kurgu*SIX CHAPTERS: The rest of the parts are notices* Rick and Daryl are more than friends. No one knows what they are but their platonic or perhaps non-platonic love for each other goes infinitely. Warnings: Mentions of Suicide Abuse Death Self Harm C...
