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He visited you late at night; after the day you had he wanted to make sure you were holding up.
Daryl asked you four times over the twenty minutes he listened as you cried to him, if you were okay or if you wanted him to stay.
Each time you responded with the same "I'm fine" and "you don't have to"
It wasn't until he began to leave that you spoke clearly to him without tears in your eyes. "I never thanked you."
"For wha?" Daryl akss turning back to look at you from the doorway.
"For saving me."
His eyebrows bend in confusion, "What I save ye from?"
"Myself."
Daryl's face softens and looks at you now with a look of understanding and empathy. One of compassion and kindness. One of pure and honest love.
A/N: Been awhile since I wrote for this story-- and was proud of what I wrote. This one I am proud of! :)
