Father, Where did we go wrong? Daryl Dixon Fanfic

4. Getting Ready for a Meeting

Little shorter then the other chapters
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You walked down two sets of stairs before you were stopped by a group of men. "Where are you goin little lady? Negan said you had to stay inside."

"I wasn't goin no where."

"Where were you going?"

"To see my moms."

"Thats somewhere."

"Oh shut up." You snarled, they laughed as you adjusted your (h/c) hair and fixed your jacket. You continued to walk pushing past them as you entered the room with the women Negan called his wives. You weren't very close to most of them, but they doted over you as much as they could. You had arrived to the Sanctuary when you were 14 and a half, you were nearly an adult now, 17 and six months. On your own for a little less than a year before you ran into Negan. You were 13 at the time of the fire.

As you entered the room your mothers turned to you with a smile, you sat down and they began to do up your hair and dress you in a white dress with a gold trim. "Why are we doing this?" You asked.

"Well a nearby compound is meeting with your father. A nice meeting, and he wanted you to be with him."

"Do you know why?"

"He just said he thinks you should be out with him. They are only coming here so you aren't going to have to go out in that dress, if you that is what you are worried about."

You looked at yourself in a dirty mirror, you hadn't worn a dress in a long time, the dress looked new. Made to your measure. You took notice of your mothers. "Did you make this for me?"

"Yes, we did, we each were a part of it, your father chose the colors."

"Thank you."

They smiled, you and Negan were a lot alike. There were times where you could be the kindest of people, while others where you could be vicious. Danger surrounded you like a fog, as well as Negan, however between the two of you, you were more human. Negan, especially if you were in trouble or hurt, was like an animal. You smiled as they continued to dote over you. It was nice having a mother, your actual mother had died from complications after you were born, but the only reason she gave birth to you was because Daryl would have been devastated if she aborted you.

Daryl had missed you growing up, he made a mistake, and all he wanted was you safe. He had tried to go back, but each time was forced off course. Rick would send him on another hunt, or an attack upon wherever they were living was occurring. However his regret was not going back for you, and now he was going to get you back, no matter how long it took him.

Daryl watched as a group of people came into the compound, all dressed surprisingly nice. He questioned their reasoning for being at the sanctuary. He hated that place, and even more now that his daughter was living within it.

Daryl was going to get you beck, if it was the last thing he did.