Rowan's POV
There was another knock on my door. This time I figured it was my dad. I got up from the window seat I had. My view was of the back of the Sanctuary. The garden was back here and I enjoyed watching the vegetables grow every day. I opened the door and Daryl was standing in front of me. Immediately, my arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him to me.
"You're back." I whispered into his neck. "I missed you, even if it's been a day. I can't stand not being a part from you." I admitted.
"I missed you too, but I can't stay." He said, pulling away. "I came to talk and to listen to you. I need you in my life Rowan so bad, you don't know. But you can't keep going crazy when things go to shit. These outbursts you get aren't safe for anyone." He confronted. I pulled him into my room and closed the door.
"I understand. I do. I talked to my dad and Dawson. I told them I'm going to better. I'll do whatever it takes to get better. But I need you, Daryl. I can't do this without you." I admitted.
"Dawson told me back at Alexandria. I believed him, I believe you. But this is hard, I can try and talk to Rick but it'll be awhile before he lets you through the gates." He told me. I shook my head.
"I can't go back there, even if he'd let me. My family is here. Even if my dad is crazy and being insane, he's still my dad and I love him. I can't leave him here, not after losing my mom. He needs me here. I need to be here." I said. Daryl nodded in understanding.
"You know I can't stay here."
"I'm not asking you to. But what if I talked to my dad? Figure something out. Maybe instead of taking I can talk him into trading. Trading between all of the communities. You can make runs for us, like you do with the Hill Top. I know you could do it. My dad won't admit it but he respects you. He doesn't even have to say it for me to know that. If I convince him, things could be better and then the groups like the Wolves and whoever else may be out there won't stand a chance. We're in close enough proximity to do this. Please, Daryl, think about it. We can get Rick here and Jesus, Gregory and maybe Ezekiel. We can all work together, talk it out." I explained. I know this plan could work. My dad would do anything at this point to keep Dawson and I alive, happy.
Daryl stayed quiet, hesitant. His head was facing the ground. I moved his face to look at me.
"Say something." I demanded.
"I'm thinking." He muttered. "Because as much as I don't want to admit it, it could work." Daryl said. A smile grew onto my face and I kissed him.
"We can tell my dad, now. Come on." I said pulling on his hand.
"No, I just want it to be us right now. I need time with just you and I." Daryl said. I nodded and pulled him to my bed.
