Father, Where did we go wrong? Daryl Dixon Fanfic

6. Vents

As Daryl watched from the air vents his blood began to boil. His daughter was being married off to some dick who brought her a walker heart. He clenched his fists, he knew that he was in the wrong. He left his daughter and Negan jumped at the opportunity to ruin you. He was trying to marry you off, that was what was making him furious. He knew that he should have been there for you, he knew he should have gone back and saved you. He almost thought death

As the others left the room Daryl tensed, he was worried that the boy was going to hurt you.

As he watched you his mouth began to open in horror, he had to cover it in order not to make a noise. Your white dress swayed from side to side as you snuck up on the boy in front of you and pull your knife out. He knew he really had made a horrible mistake, leaving you to your own, it not only killed you, but it took away who you were. As you plunged your knife into the boy, your beautiful white dress bloody and red.

His hand slipped and he gasped audibly, you looked up towards him, your eyes meeting only for a moment. Daryl began to slip away quietly but quickly.

You dropped your knife and ran to find Negan, as you ran out the room you pushed past a few people and your bloody dress left a few people scared. "Dad, dad! Where is my dad!" You called searching for Negan. As you turned another corner you ran into Negan. "Someone was in the vents. Someone was watching me from the vents."

"What, wait slow down."

"Someone was in the vents, someone was watching me. I heard a noise, a gasp and then I locked eyes with whoever was in the vents. Dad, someone who isn't supposed to be here got into the compound."

Negan stood up straighter, he held you close to him and kissed your forehead. The blood didn't bother him. "Someone is in the compound, find them now." Negan shouted to his men. Your eyes grew wide and you ran back to the room where you had been. You didn't kill the brain. You didn't do what you were supposed to do, you grabbed your knife off the floor when you heard a groan.

You fell back as the boy got up off his seat, his eyes glazed over with death. "Shit.." you whispered to yourself. You crawled under the table quickly and got up on the other side of the table. He began to slowly follow you, his legs slowly dragging towards you. "Whoever was in those vents is going to die." You snarled, they had distracted you, they had caused you to not finish your kill. You managed to lure him towards you and began to stab wildly just trying to protect yourself. You managed to get his head with your knife, his body dropped again.

You kicked his body again making sure he was gone and ran back to find Negan. "Hes dead, the boy, and I want to find whoever that person was."

"We will, its okay."

Daryl cursed at himself, he got caught, you saw him, he just hoped you didn't find him. Hoped you didn't hate him, hoped you would love him again, once he saved you from Negan.

You would find the person who was in the vents, and kill them.