Father, Where did we go wrong? Daryl Dixon Fanfic

5. White To Red

Daryl bit his lip as he maneuvered through the compound. His eyes focused on the floor, his breathing was slow. He had to make his way to her without notice, if he got caught there was no telling what could happen.

To her or him.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard talking on the other side of the wall, he had managed to get inside the air ducts. He was crawling, but he would do anything to get his daughter back.

He needed his girl.

That was when he realized he was right above Negan, but your voice was what caught him off guard. "Father, if I accept to this, will it make you happy?"

Below him a meeting was being held. This meeting would either bring happiness or pain to a certain group of people. They were not a large group, hardly anything of importance. But they had something Negan wanted. Negan smiled to you, "I want you to make your decision based off of how you feel after this meeting. The boy will be coming to the meeting, if you hate how he looks or acts then we make no deal. I won't cart you off, he comes to us or they don't get you at all."

You smiled thankful to him, he was a kind man to you at least. "Dad, I.. I want to make you proud."

"You always do. Now the only reason we are having this meeting is they requested it. So I am by no means expecting you to accept his sorry ass. If you feel his guts are.." he hesitated for a moment looking for the correct word. "If you feel he has no guts, spill em' sweetheart. Make that pretty dress of yours red with his blood."

You relished in the moment, wondering what this boy even looked like. "What is it they have that you want?"

"Something I could take without struggle. It is always nice to have extra workers on hand, but they mean nothing to me. So do as your heart desires."

Daryl gulped from above. He could hardly see you, but from what he could tell you were dressed up. You (h/c) hair was pulled up and you seemed to be dressed in white. That was when Daryl realized what was going on, he was setting you up with someone. Was he trying to give away his daughter? He balled up his fists holding back the stream of swears threatening to escape his lips.

"I wanna know what it is, please." You begged.

Negan couldn't help but chuckle as he hugged you. "Guns, and an apple and orange tree orchard. Like I said, hardly a problem so you decide do we spill or preserve blood."

You nodded as you sat down beside your father, Simon entered next followed by a few more of your fathers goons. Then the boy. His features were average for someone your age, he was taller then you and his eyes were an icy blue. You felt like he was starring into your soul. You looked to your dad for a moment and he nodded letting you know that was the one you had the option to marry. His hair was sandy, and he looked a little dirty. "Did you have a good trip?" You asked striking conversation, he only nodded in response his mouth was agape, but only a little. His eyes were focused on yours.

"The girl asked you something." Simon snarled, the boy jumped started.

"Sorry, I apologize I was struck with your beauty."

You frowned, he was cheesy. You looked him over again, you could find redeeming qualities if you wanted . Negan groaned, at least you knew you were not the only one who thought it was cheesy. The boy's face grew red, he looked down at the ground. There were a few more men with him, they all were dressed well. You didn't think you would like him, he wasn't necessarily kind. He continued to watch you, the two of you weren't listening to most of the meeting. "I did have a gift for you."

You looked to him with question, that did interest you. "What is it?"

After a few minutes of him leaving the room he came back with a small shoe box. He brought it to you with a wide smile on his face, you peered at him as he opened it and you jumped back with surprise. "What the hell is that?"

"A walker heart, I wanted to prove my love to you, and so, I killed a walker and wanted to present it to you."

You couldn't help but look disgusted. The heart looked fresh. "You are fucking insane." You spat. Negan growled.

"You really thought that was something to give my daughter?" Negan hissed with a frown.

The boy sat the box down, and his father looked disappointed. "I don't want to marry him." You whispered. Negan smiled. He knew that meant he could go to war.

You smiled and licked your lips, you grabbed the knife out from under your dress and waited for the other men to be taken to the prison. The young man looked to you with squinted eyes. "What is happening?"

"I wanted to show you something before we sealed any deals." Negan smiled as he left you alone with the boy. You took the knife in you hand and walked towards him, you held your hand behind your back to ensure he couldn't see it. You walked behind him and pushed him back in his seat. "No no, let me do this you whispered in his ear. He shivered expecting something much more pleasant than he received.

As blood splattered your white dress you heard something above you. You turned quickly and you noticed something looking at you through the vents. As you went to find out the eyes that were watching you disappeared, someone had been there. You needed to know who.