It's Not On You (Rickyl)

Chapter Four ~ If You Weren't Here, I Wouldn't Be

WARNING: Includes self harm, suicidal actions, and deep sadness and/or depression.

The sheriff, sobbing his heart out, he raised his axe up as Negan counted, 'this is your fault Daryl, all your fault' The redneck thought to himself as he  flinched as the axe went clean through his arm, the boy screaming out in pain, rick sobbing as many tears shot down his face "I'm sorry! I'm sorry carl, I'm so sorry!" you could barely tell what he was saying over the sobbing, screaming and crying. It was hard for Daryl to see rick this way, carl, everyone. And he blamed only himself. The man had the urge to get up and stab the monster clean through his neck, but all daryl could do was sink to the ground into his emotions.

"Dwight, why don't you get a bandage for the poor boy" the evil man said smiling as he chucked briefly "take him to  Dr. Carson, he'll stitch him up"  Dwight nodded, lowering the gun from Daryl's head, he sat up the sobbing boy, and wrapped his arm in many layers of bandage before taking him into one of the cars. Rick stuck his arm out trying to chase after his son "Carl!" He spoke sobbing, but Negan grasped him by the collar of his shirt to keep the sheriff from escaping.

He fell to the ground, he felt as if his heart was being squeezed right out of his chest, heavily he breathed, he glared at the one standing above him, wanting to break his neck. "Well, well, well!" He spoke loudly as letting go of ricks collar "that there, is what you call a fun time!" He grinned "but..." Negan looked down at the kneeling man "rick here," the man with the bat said seriously as Daryl looked up, alarmed. "Rick here, you're still giving me the same stink eye you were giving me before!" He grinned, Daryl's breathing intensified. "This man can't be here, if he's not gonna cooperate!" He said, the sheriff squinted at Negan

'No' Daryl said under his breath, hot tears again starting to roll down his face. "So..." the man said quietly "I'm just gonna have to kill you" the evil man grinned again . 'All your fault. It's all your fault' Daryl said to himself in a sob. "It's okay" Rick said smiling at Daryl, a single tear rolled down his face as he did. Negan raised his bat, high into the air. "It's all gonna be okay"  The sheriff whispered sweetly "3" 

"Daryl."

Negan started counting "no. No no no no no! Ric-" Daryl sobbed. knowing that in 2 more seconds rick would be dead, tore him apart. Rick sat there, smiling with tears. "2.."

"Daryl?"

Negan kept his eye on rick. 'All your fault' the words kept flowing through his head as he cried, he squirmed trying to stand up as one of the saviours pinned him down. "....1"
"Bye Daryl.." rick said as a single tear fell down his face. "No..." the redneck said under his breath in reply. The evil man threw the bat covered in barbed wire down onto the sheriffs head and from that moment everything felt as if it was in slow motion. Daryl let out a silent scream "NO NO NO NO NO! RICK RIck..." The redneck fell to the to the ground soaked in hot tears and sweat as Negan beat down rick to the death. 'All. Your. Fault.' The same words repeated In his head as the puddle of tears under Daryl slowly got bigger. A broken man laid on the ground, his heart being ripped out of his chest as he watched his partner die.

"DARYL, WAKE. UP." He said concerned, shaking the sobbing archer. Daryl shot up breathing heavily, tears falling down from his face. Rick spoke again "you okay?" He said softly. As soon as he realized it was a dream, Daryl immediately embraced rick and held him tight in relief that his brother was safe. Rick wrapped his arms around Daryl, confused. Daryl sobbed into ricks shoulder, he didn't care how "badass" he usually appeared, his partner rick, Daryl really thought he was dead, but he's alive, so Daryl held him tight in his arms in the moment, safe, here. After a few minutes he pushed the sheriff away and stood up, he picked up a gun and his lighter. "You gonna get something to eat?" Rick spoke softly. The redneck had no reply, he loaded his gun and opened the door to his trailer. "Where're you goin'?" Questioned rick "away." And before the man could say anything else, Daryl was already out the door heading to wherever he was going.
Rick paused, he thought about what had just happened. 'Did he have nightmare? Why did he just hug me, so tight as soon as he saw me, then just leave?' The man thought. He was concerned for Daryl, rick could see past the tough, angry, badass Daryl he always appeared to be, Rick could tell he was broken inside, he just didn't know how to fix it.