No Way Out *Negan/Daryl/Joelle

Waiting

*Daryl*

'Fuck! Come on Jo, wake up! Ya been asleep for way too long. Please don' leave me. I just found ya, after all this time. All this time of thinkin ya were dead. I shouldn' have stopped lookin. I know I would 'ave found ya sooner. But how could I 'ave known. It had been over half a year. I should 'ave known you were alive. You're Jo, the stronges' person I know, even stronger than me. What am I goin' ta do with myself knowin' I could 'ave saved ya? Just one more moment and I could 'ave moved ya before ya were shot. Its all my fault. Just a few moments where I hesitated, I could change. Then we would both be sittin' here talkin'. Please forgive me, Jo. Please'

"Hey Daryl, maybe you should take a shower, get cleaned up? Ya know, so you don't scare her, when she wakes up," Carol gently said with a small smile. 

Daryl spun around in his seat, ready to unleash his fury on the woman standing in he doorway, but stopped. His eyes quickly softened as he looked up into Carols. She lost Jo too, he had to remember that. The back of his eyes started to burn and he swiftly looked down. He wouldn't run away from Carol, but he still wouldn't let her see him cry. 

A face suddenly appeared before him, before he went to turn away, but was stopped by two warm, gentle hands on either side of his face. Carol moved his head to where she could look into his tear stained eyes. In that moment Daryl broke down and let the weight of his noggin fall into Carol's waiting hands. As if not to startle him she slowly kneeled on the floor, placed his head on her shoulder, and wrapped her loving arms around his shaking figure. 

They stayed that way until Daryl felt himself become impossibly tired. Sitting himself up, as he grabbed Carols hands in his, he lifted them both to a standing position. Carol understood that he needed some time alone and took up residence in a chair next to Jo's bed. With a nod from each, Daryl took his leave. He gradually stumbled his way towards the house he shared with half of his group. When he reached his destination, a very quick shower was taken. He would deal with his cuts and bruises later. Daryl surprisingly made into a comfortable position in his bed before he passed out    

**sorry this chapter is so short. i wanted to get a bit of Daryls thoughts in here. wanted to show some more emotion than his usual anger and protection. anywhooos, i am working on the next chapter now. so it will be up soon. please let me know if you guys are enjoying this. night!!**