Trust Me | Daryl Dixon

Part 50

He stopped before turning back around, sighing, and taking a seat at one of the dusty booths.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused, my voice weaker from our argument.

"Said I ain't leavin' without ya," he shrugged, "I ain't."

I let out a long sigh, folding my arms over the counter and leaning my head against them, not knowing what to do anymore, "Please.." I begged.

"Ya said ya wanted to talk 'bout everything," he murmured, "So talk."

I lifted my head, letting out another deep sigh before walking over to the booth he was in and taking a seat across from him; the dim light from the moon shining in on us.

"I watched Jessie die, I watched Sam die, and I watched Ron die yesterday." I said quietly, "Deanna got bit and Carl got shot.. and I just wish it would've been me instead."

"Why?" Daryl asked, neither of us trying to make eye contact.

"Because it's my fault-- all of it."

"An who the hell told ya that?"

I shook my head, wiping at my face again, "People from my old group," I sighed, my voice cracking as I continued, "My dad."

"That bastard wasn't right in the head, Liz-"

"Everything that ever happened was always my fault; my parents divorce, every punishment I'd ever gotten, every death in my last group.." I said weakly, "I was blamed for the things that happened-- somehow, someway.. it's always my fault."

The air in the room went silent, before Daryl spoke again, "Ya trust me?" He asked lowly.

I sniffled, trying to hold back tears as I nodded.

"Then believe me when I say all that shit ain't ya fault," he said, looking over at me, "It never was-- none of it."

My eyes stayed on his as tears began top form once again, hearing something that I unknowingly needed to hear, as I slowly nodded, "Okay." My voice faintly let out.

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"C'mon." Daryl said as he stood up from the booth we were sat at.

"Daryl.." I breathed, still not knowing if I could go back after all of this.

"I ain't taking ya home," he shook his head before holding his hand out in my direction, "But there's no way in hell we're stayin' in here."

I quickly nodded before grabbing his hand, knowing that this place wasn't very secure, and following him outside of the diner into the cool nighttime air.

"You brought water, right?" I asked as we both got into the car.

He nodded, reaching into the backseat before handing me a full water bottle, "Ya ain't bring anything? Water? Food? Ammo?"

"I didn't want anyone to know I was leaving.." I shrugged, taking a drink.

There was a pause before Daryl spoke again, "So, ya were never gonna come back, were ya?" He questioned.

I felt my heart up in my throat as I heard the hidden pain in his voice, remembering that he's had to deal with abandonment in the past, "I'm sorry.."

"Why didn't ya tell me? I coulda done somethin'-"

"Because I wanted to get away from you." I cut him off, my voice still struggling and shaky, "If something ever happened to you.. I- I wouldn't be able to handle it; I had to get away."

"I can't lose ya, Liz," Daryl shook his head as we both refused to look at each other, "I already had my bike and my bow taken.. I ain't ready to lose everythin' again."

I nodded, quickly wiping away an escaped tear before grabbing his hand, "Okay." I breathed as our eyes locked, "I won't leave you if you don't leave me."

"I won't," he shook his head, "Promise."

I exhaled lightly, my body becoming more relaxed at the slight touch and his soft eyes, as I felt the connection between us grow even greater with each struggle we faced together.

I then leaned in over the center console, placing my free hand on the scruff of his face before connecting our lips; the sweet, comforting feeling of being so close to him, making me feel like nothing else mattered.
I slightly pulled away, afraid of how he'd react, before he immediately pulled me back in, reconnecting our lips and making my heart nearly flutter.

This was it; I knew that I was his.. and I knew that he was mine.

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Is this the actual beginning of Lizyl omfg

If you didn't notice before, in chapter 47 when Liz asked him what of his was taken, Daryl said: "My bike and my crossbow," he murmured as he glanced back over at me, "Not everythin' though."
Where he already, subtly, referred to her as his everything, which he did again in this chapter.
Just something cute and little if you missed it earlier.

Sorry this chapter is late btw, I was super busy yesterday, but uploads should go back to normal ASAP

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