Father, Where did we go wrong? Daryl Dixon Fanfic

11. You want your Father

"Where is my daughter?" Negan asked slamming his fist against a table looking at Daryl.

"She is my daughter!" He yelled back.

"No, you lost that you privileged fuck." He screamed back. "She is my daughter you fucking idiot. So tell me where my daughter is!"

"You lost my daughter, thats what you did! I don't know where she is. She is gone again and now I will never see her again." He broke down crying, petrified of what Negan would do if he was left alone with him for to long.

"You don't know where she is then?"

"No, I do not know where she is." He screamed. "You lost my daughter!" Negan baled up his fist slamming his fist connecting it quickly to his jaw. Daryl yelled in pain as his chair was kicked over as well. He slowly pushed himself back up. "Please....."

"You lost your daughter a long fucking time ago." He snarled.

"If I find her here, I will kill you myself! I am going to actually start searching instead of doing what you did and leave her to die." He was angry, he wanted to punch him again. If he didn't have his daughter he didn't deserve his time. He began to search around Alexandria. He needed to find his girl. Daryl spit out blood, he watched Negan walk out of the room before running the opposite direction towards your cell. He hated that you were in a cage, but he needed to help you see him for what he really was.

Your father.

You shook violently as he walked into the cell. He held his hand toward you, you cried as he pulled you into his arms. "Shh you need to be quiet."

"No...I need..I need my dad."

"I am your dad."

You cried harder still, you didn't know Negan was nearby. Daryl kept you quiet. He watched the window, holding your face to his chest, he wanted to make sure you didn't see Negan. That was when he yelled and you jerked.

"Find my girl!"

You began to whimper and tried to move but Daryl refused to let you scream out. You tried to fight against him but with your wrists tied together you were unable to get your fists against him. You soon noticed there was blood, he had been in a fight. You tried to fight against him again and again but nothing worked. He held you down and rocked you back and forth slowly. He kissed your forehead, his touch made you sick. You had always wanted your father in your life, but this, this wasn't your father.

This wasn't the man you remembered, this wasn't the love you had dreamed of feeling.

He was broken now, he was trembling with fear instead of strength.

Your eyes darted back to the window, you saw nothing and you could also hear nothing. Had he left you too?

Had he given up on you?

Had you done something wrong.

That was when you heard the door from outside open and Daryl held onto you tightly. It was only Rick, he was bloody as well. He looked angry.

"Is Negan gone yet?" Daryl asked, he rarely asked questions, he generally just kept silent.

Rick shook his head no, he didn't want him to know the truth of what was going on above them. "Keep her here, and be quiet." You cried harder as Rick left the room and Daryl held you tightly to his arms. Negan was soon heard yelling again.

You wanted your father.