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It had been hard for both you and Daryl, being separated for such a long time. Both of you found yourselves wondering how the other one of you was, or if you were even alive.
No, you knew he was alive. But Daryl was left in the dark, not knowing for sure if he would ever see you again.
Right now, the roles were reversed. You had no idea what was happening. Daryl stood on the other side of the wall, extremely anxious to see you. But you had no clue. For you, this was just another day of misery. You were bracing yourself for the next time that The Governor would enter, never knowing what to expect.
It was a strong plan, and Daryl made sure that it would work. Hell, if it didn't work, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He couldn't leave you with that wretched man anymore, he wouldn't.
The plan was that Merle would go and distract The Governor, talking with him about new plans for Woodbury while Daryl sneaked into the room you were being kept in, using keys that Merle had given him.
The plan was going well, and now was the moment where Daryl would finally be able to see your beautiful face, trace his thumb over your knuckles again, and most importantly, never let you go.
So as you sat in the freezing dark room, you stared down at your swollen and bruised fingers. Your face was stained with dirt, blood, sweat, and tears, all visible next to the bruise you had surrounding your left eye. You were nearly naked, wearing what was left of your jeans, your torn t-shirt, and practically demolished bra.
It was traumatizing, the things that sick man would do to you. The way he touched you and forced you into things which you weren't comfortable with. You took it like a champ, showing no emotion while he was around. But once that heavy door closed behind him, you couldn't hold it in. You cried, prayed, begged and pleaded.
But it seemed like no one could hear you. You were quite simply, alone. But not for much longer, not at all.
A sudden light appeared from the corned where the door stood, causing you to wipe away any tears on your face. It was that time of day, the time The Governor would come down and try to do some convincing. You clung tightly to yourself, covering your slightly revealed chest.
A figure appeared, but your vision was quite blurred due to... you know. The figure moved swiftly, causing a panic to burn in your chest. You hung your head, not wanting to face a stern slap to the face. You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to live like this. You expected to die anyway now at this point.
But as you felt the figure gently lift your chin, you knew he wasn't the disgusting man who had laid his hands on you previously. No, this was a familiar touch. One which made the fire in your chest extinguish, one which sent a wave of hope over you.
Your hearing blared in and out as you looked at the figures blurred features, your eye lids heavy and your breaths slow and shuddering. You shakily reached your hand to to caress the figures face, finally being able to focus on your vision and hearing.
His voice rang out your name, a sweet and caring sound that brought an intense emotion to flood your senses. Your eyes focused on his beautiful Georgia blues, not listening to a word he was saying. It was just those sweet eyes of his, they were enough to clear your mind and help you focus.
"Daryl," you whispered weakly, tears making tracks over your bloodied and bruised features. It felt like eternity, an unreal feeling of optimism and faith causing the tears to keep going.
Daryl placed his hand on top of your own, which remained plastered on his face.
"We've got to go," Daryl spoke gently, fighting the urge to smother you in kisses. "The Governor doesn't know I'm here, and I'd like to keep things that way."
At first they were comforting, but then those words were the ones you couldn't bare to hear. You cried, looking down at yourself. Daryl's features mustered a confused emotion, one if worry.
Inhaling shakily, you kept Daryl's hand in your own, placing a kiss on his knuckles. A sad smile made its way onto your beaten face.
"I can't. " ... "What?"
You maneuvered Daryl's hand to the rim of your shirt, pulling it up slowly to reveal a large gash down your the side of your abdomen.
"I can't go anywhere, Daryl," you sniffled, pulling your shirt back down.
Daryl's eyes avoided your opia, causing you to gently lift his gaze to meet yours. His blue orbs still avoided you. He did this sometimes when he didn't want to believe something, or if he was deep in thought.
The two of you stayed silent for a few more moments until you finally decided that you had to get through to him, you had to keep him safe. Even if that meant you would never see those eyes of his again.
"I ain't moving, Dixon. You should just-"
"no." His low voice bombarded your soft tone.
Taken aback, you lightly tilted your head to the side. "Just leave, Daryl. I can't let him do to you what he has done to me."
An intense passion grew in Daryl's chest, causing him to abruptly move from your warm touch and grab his things. You hated the idea of him leaving, but you knew in would be selfish of you to have him stay. He needed to stay alive.
"A'ight," he slung his crossbow over his shoulder, "I'll leave," you exhaled shakily, "but I am taking you with me."
"Dary-" .. "That's final."
You shoved your argument aside, watching carefully as Daryl lifted you into his arms, careful not to worsen your wound. You rested your head on the leather of Daryl's vest, embracing the feeling of Daryl's lips meeting the top of your head.
"I ain't ever leavin' you," Daryl's voice rang out again, but much softer this time.
"how would I go on without ya, without my everything?"
1083 words this one was fun to write, sorry it took so long to get out but i hope you enjoyed anyways.
