Suicide Mission ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

Chapter 3

"Ya shouldn't have ran for the gate, it was too dangerous." Daryl muttered as you handed him his crossbow bolt that you had grabbed earlier.

"Everything is dangerous these days and I'm not that small weak girl who lived next door, not anymore." You replied looking up at him and he shook his head.

"Ya never were weak. Ya were always sticking up for Merle and I when we were growin' up. God, ya even tried to fight against my old man when he started beatin' me." Daryl replied kissing the top of your head, his thumb gently brushing over the rough scar on the corner of your forehead as you remembered that day.

"This is pointless, I'm never gonna need to know this shit in real life." Daryl grumbled as he closed his mathematics book for the fifth time causing you to roll your eyes.

"Well you need to know it for the test." You responded causing him to groan as you shifted positions on his bed where the two of you were sitting, pencils and text books spread all over the mattress.

"Did ya hear that? It sounded like a door opening, my dad might be home." Daryl suddenly said and you chuckled.

"Nice try Dixon, you aren't getting out of this homework." You responded as you opened his math book back up before reaching for the calculator to attempt the equation when suddenly his bedroom door got slammed opened.

"Your fucking good for nothing brother got himself kicked out the army and now he's back in juvie!" Mr Dixon shouted causing you to jump as you turned around spotting him in the doorway, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand as he glared at Daryl. Shit, this isn't good.

"Y/N get out of here." Daryl whispered, but clearly his father heard it and that only made him angrier.

"She doesn't go anywhere until I say so! You're the girl from next door aren't ya?" Mr Dixon questioned, but you didn't answer. You had no idea what to say, you didn't want make him any angrier and piss him off.

"This has nothin' to do with her." Daryl suddenly stated, speaking up against his father but you saw the way Mr Dixon's jaw tightened as he began undoing his belt.

"No. You're right. It's between me and Merle, but since he ain't here you're gonna take his place." Mr Dixon stated as he pulled his belt out from his jeans before walking over to the two of you. Before you even realised what was happening he grabbed you by your hair and threw you into the wooden cupboard across the room, head first. You weren't sure if you had passed out for a few minutes or not, but you could feel blood trickling down the side of your thumping head and when you looked over towards Daryl you could see him pinned to the bed, his shirt ripped off as his father beat him with his belt.

You could see Daryl's back starting to bleed from the repetitive hits before you forced yourself onto your feet as you tried to pull his father off him.

"Leave him alone!" You shouted, kneeing Mr Dixon in the back of his thigh causing him to groan in pain before he turned around, his eyes full of fury, but you didn't care. He had hurt Daryl and for that he was going to pay.

He tried to take a swing at you, but he was clearly drunk and you were able to dodge his fist with ease as you landed a solid punch to his nose in response causing it to bleed.

"You little bitch!" He snarled grabbing you by your hair and throwing you onto the bed besides Daryl who watched you with frightened eyes, but he couldn't do anything. His back was sliced open in various places from the belt and even if it wasn't, he wouldn't be able to do anything.

"No!" Daryl yelled, which only copped him another whip from the belt and suddenly you felt your shirt being ripped and before you knew it the belt came cracking down against your back. You tried holding back you screams, not wanting Daryl to know how much it hurt as you closed your eyes, just waiting for it to stop. You knew Daryl's father beat him like how Frank would beat you behind closed doors, but he would only ever use his fists to hurt you. Whereas, Daryl's father took it to a whole new level and you were starting to realise just how dangerous this man was.