Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Forty Four| Welcome Back

🌱Kristina🌱

"Sasha! Enid!" I stand up at the sound of Maggie's call. Daryl stops his conversation with Jesus. I look around the corner and I see Rick, Tara, Michonne, Carl, Rosita, Kara, and.... SHAWN! I step out with Daryl, Jesus following behind, Dean had disappeared somewhere.

Rick looks up and sees us, his eyes filled with relief and shock. He comes over and Daryl nods in greeting, I could see how hard it's been for him. Tears come to Daryl's eyes and Rick pulls him into a hug. Rick must have been so afraid for Daryl.

"Kristina." I look and see Michonne. I sigh and she pulls me to her. I've always been grateful to her for her help when I was separated from Daryl while I was pregnant. She pulls away and gently brushes her finger across my bruised jaw. Even though the pain is long gone.

"You okay?" I shake my head, ignoring the stinging in my eyes. "No, I'm not. Michonne it was so bad."

"It's over now. You're safe." She pulls me to her again and I feel tears falling. "I did something awful, Michonne, I don't know what to do." She pulls away and looks into my eyes. "Carl told me that you became Negan's wife to save Daryl. That's not an awful thing. It was a noble thing."

"There was nothing noble about it Michonne." She shakes her head. "Don't dwell on this for now. Go spend time with your children." I nod and as soon as Michonne walks away I'm tackled by Kara, who keeps Shawn at a safe distance.

"My beautiful Kara," I say in a soft whisper. "I'm glad you're okay, Mom." I wish that were true. I hear Shawn coo and Kara pulls away, holding him out to me. "He's missed you." Tears come to my eyes as I look down into my son's innocent face.

"Oh, my baby boy. I missed you too!" I pull him into my arms, cradling him against my chest, pressing kisses to his cheeks. I adjust his position and he wraps his little arms around my neck, nestling in the crook of my neck. I hold him close and feel Kara wipe my tears away.

I wrap my free arm around her shoulders and pull her close to me. "I'm happy to have my family back," I whisper to myself even though I'm missing the most important one: Daryl. "Kris?" I turn and see Rick, the relief in his eyes told me everything.

I gently unwrap Shawn's arms from around my neck and hand him to Kara. "Go take Shawn to Daryl. I think he's missed him the most." Kara nods and walks away and Rick pulls me against him in a hug. "I'm glad your safe," he says and I nod, wrapping my arms around him.

I always felt a connection with Rick. I don't know if he feels the same. But me being able to give him one less thing to worry about is enough. I look up and see Daryl holding Shawn, Kara chatting with him, but I have no idea what about. Daryl looks to Rick and pulls something out from his back pocket. I look and see that it's Rick's revolver.

Rick looks at it in shock before opening the chamber, looking inside, then closing it. He looks up at Daryl and smiles. Daryl just looks so broken and it breaks my heart, I wish more than anything that I could've gotten him out before Negan did what he did to him.

I look around at the group and I know what's going to happen. It's the beginning. The beginning of the war.

"No! No way in hell. That was not the deal. You people swore you could take the Saviors out, and you failed. So any arrangement we had is now done -- null and void. We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends, and we never met. Hmm? We don't know each other. I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees, at great personal risk." I stare at Gregory as he speaks and his cowardice is sickening.

"Oh, you were very brave staying in here while Maggie and Sasha saved this place. Your courage was inspiring," Jesus counters and Gregor looks at him. "Hey, don't you work for me? Aren't we friends?"