Trespassing (Daryl Dixon x OC)

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"And I know your heart's at war with your head."

I had a hard time pulling myself from my thoughts after talking with Rick. It was frustrating how much he disregarded anything I had to say. I'm concerned for us and our people just as much as he is.

When I entered my house that evening, Daryl was making dinner for the two of us. He smiled when he noticed my presence before turning back to his work.

"There you are," he teased. "Was beginning to think you got lost."

I smiled myself as I walked over to him. I gave Daryl a kiss on the cheek before leaning my head against his shoulder.

"You find us some squirrels, Mr. Dixon?" I questioned, a playful tone in my voice.

"Maybe."

"Saw the skins in the yard. Thanks for dinner, babe." I patted his chest before going to sit at the counter.

After a few minutes of silence between the two of us, Daryl began telling me...well, to tell you the truth, I really don't know what it was. I was immersed in my concerns again.

Why would Rick result straight to killing the Saviors? How do we know this is Negan's only base? What if someone gets caught? What if Negan's not there? What if--

"Hey," Daryl said. My head whipped around to find him standing next to me. I sat up a little straighter, opening my knees to allow Daryl a closer space to stand. He placed his hands on my cheeks. "Where'd you go?"

I sighed, loosely wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Do you think shooting up this compound is the right thing to do?" I genuinely asked.

"It's what Rick thinks."

"I didn't ask what Rick thinks."

Daryl was hesitant to answer. I don't know if he's just going along with what Rick says or if he actually has an opposing view on the matter.

"We gotta do what we gotta do to help Hilltop now."

"But why? Why do we have to mass-murder them?" I questioned further.

Daryl stroked his thumbs against my cheeks, looking back and forth between my eyes. He seemed cross, quite honestly. I was always the defiant one who brought up questions like this. These things probably never crossed his mind.

"I don't know, B," he finally responded.

"I'm not going. I just...I can't do that."

"I didn't expect you to."

I looked away from him for a moment, a frown etched into my lips.

"What?" Daryl asked.

"But you're going," I replied somberly.

"You know I'll be careful."

"Daryl," I sighed, grabbing his hands from my cheeks and holding them in my lap. I didn't even know what I wanted to say. I shouldn't have left with Jesus during that meeting. Why did I have to be so naive and immature?

"Belle," Daryl said, making me look back up at him, "it's gonna be fine."

I looked away again, doubt clear in my expression. I felt so alone in this situation. No one was listening to me.

"Let's eat and then go to bed, okay?" he suggested. I half-heartedly nodded.

We were both pretty quiet the rest of the evening. Daryl kept stealing worried glances at my crouched figure from time to time. I was just so conflicted about this whole thing. How did we get caught up in this?

Daryl fell asleep rather quickly, whereas I was quite the opposite. I laid on my back, gaze set on the ceiling. I simply couldn't sleep, being kept awake by my fears and worries.

It felt like I only laid there for a matter of minutes. I was just so lost that everything felt slow. Though, Daryl began to stir and it must have been the middle of the night at this point.

"You're still up," he mumbled.

"Yeah."

He shifted to lay closer to me, lying on his back. He held out an arm, silently inviting me into him. I moved over, resting my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

"What's going on, B?" he asked.

"I don't see anything good coming from this," I told him. "How would we take to some random group coming in and killing us all?"

He hummed in response.

"And I'm just worried about us and no one's listening to me or taking me seriously."

"I'm listening," he said.

I don't know what it was about his response that got to me, but it hit me hard. I sighed.

"I don't want to lose you," I muttered.

"You know I'm careful, B."

"But this is different, Daryl. These are real people that can shoot back. I can trust you against walkers. I can't trust others trying to kill you."

Daryl sighed, bringing a hand to stroke the back of my head.

"I know, B."

We sat in silence together. It was nice to hold him close like this. I won't be able to tomorrow night.

"I miss when all we had to worry about was the dead," I quietly confessed.

"Me, too."

"We've come a long way," I noted, thinking back to the simpler times of walkers being our only concern.

"And we'll go even farther. Things will be okay, Belle. We're gonna take care of this and we're gonna keep on going."

I appreciated his words, but they didn't make me feel any better. I decided not to challenge the matter anymore. Nothing will make me okay with shooting up this compound. I guess all we can do is just wait and see what happens.