Rickyl oneshots

Rickyl-Sacrifice

Daryl sits silently, his breath uneven but calm.

To his left, a broken, shaken man. He can hardly speak. The sentences he forms are just as chopped up as he is. His eyes glazed with pain. He can't move nor can he cry. He can only whisper.

Daryl watches. He watches because it's all he is allowed to do.

"I want you to tell me, Rick."
The man known as Rick Grimes looks up at Daryl all the while his breaths are slowing.

"I don't have much time." Rick impatiently cuts in.

Daryl shakes his head. The frustration that he once obtained is tugging at his patience.

"Why'd ya do it?" Daryl growls. His condition may not be as bad as Rick's, but it still weighs heavy on his heart.

Rick continues to hold a straight face. "It was either my life or yours. And there's nothing I have left going for me. You still have a chance."

Now Daryl's getting fed up. He's tired of someone covering his ass, tired of feeling that he can do nothing, most of all, tired of Rick Grimes' bullshit. This isn't what he wanted. He's scared and afraid. Daryl doesn't know how he can take such a responsibility. Let alone taking care of what was left of the group.

"Another question." Daryl says scooting closer to his friend.

"What the hell do you take me as?"

Rick listens intently at this specific question. He thinks for a moment.

"What I take you as?" Rick inhales knowing Daryl impatiently awaits his answer.

"Someone I care about too much to see die." And as much pain as it is, Rick turns his head to finally stare Daryl in the eyes.

"And you? What do you take me as?"

Daryl hesitates. This is too much pressure. If Rick didn't sacrifice himself, this chat wouldn't and shouldn't be existing.

"I could say the same." Daryl begins. " 'cept I care a lot more than you think."

Daryl begins to stare harder and harder at the ground underneath him. 

"I won't ever forgive myself no matter what happens." Daryl finishes.

Rick is now starting to get an idea, yet the more he thinks, the more his feelings start to get the better of him.

He reaches out attepting his best to touch Daryl on the shoulder letting him know he's not completely gone.

And for a moment, Daryl looks Rick in the eyes. He wishes he could do it forever without being interrupted.

"Time's up, you sorry shits."

Daryl's shoved to the side as he watches Rick being hopelessly dragged on his knees, groaning in pain.

"A trade is a trade, Rick. A life for a life."
The taller man with the leather jacket and barbed wired baseball bat continues to smile like he just won the lottery.

Like a cat who caught the mouse, Rick looks afraid. More than Daryl had ever seen him. Then Negan strikes, the baseball bat once hovered over his head was now bashing Rick's skull. And thus, all Daryl could do was what he was told: watch like the bad dog he is.

The grusome and disgusting noises his leader makes with each swing as each hit takes him closer and closer to death, gets louder amd louder and Daryl can hardly take it.

Now he begins to sob silently, shoulders shaking like mad wishing it were him.

Now all is done. There are no noises coming out of Rick's mouth. That is, if he still had one. Nothing but a limp body and puddle of blood and pulp where Rick's head used to be remained.

Negan looks down proudly at the work he's finished.

"Oh, he's gone alright." Negan sighs flipping Lucille over his back.

Daryl didn't say no more as he began to be dragged out of the dark room

It's been awhile since I've published anything for this book of one shots and couldn't do so due to lack of ideas. Didn't really even know when to stop with this one but here it is. Thanks for reading, anyways 😊❤

-WritingTrash1296