Father, Where did we go wrong? Daryl Dixon Fanfic

14. Found

"Come on now princess."

"Don't call me that either."

He nodded. "Sorry (Y/N)." He said holding your hand tightly. "Come on now, we gotta keep going."

"I don't want to leave please..."

"Negan is a horrible person youre fine. Stay with me, we are going to be fine. There is no reason to panic."

"I think that assumption is wrong."

"What? That youre safe with me?"

"I thought that once, but now..now all I can see if you leaving me behind."

Daryl stopped midstep. "What?"

"All I can see is the fire, and you leaving me behind. You left me, your daughter behind after you searched for that stupid girl who ran off on her own. She ran and got killed, but me, you left me.." Daryl did whatever he could not to freak out, you were right. He did leave you, and Negan, out of all people, had found and saved you. It was killing him, it made him feel like a horrid father.

"I... Im sorry (Y/N)." He kissed your forehead carefully and picked you up wrapping you in a fast hug. He needed you to know he really did feel horrible about leaving you behind. He felt like the worst person alive every day because he had left you behind. He should have never done it, he should have stayed behind and protected you. Beth could have waited, everyone could have waited long enough for him to find you. He loved you with his whole soul, and he had done the unthinkable.

He left you to die.

Setting you down he grabbed your hand again and continued to pull you along. He continued to pull you along until you finally got to a place you never expected, it wasn't a prison or a farm but the place your father, uncle and yourself called home. It was an old trailer, you looked around, your stuff was still here. Pictures of your old life seemed to be taunting you. You gulped as he picked up some of your old clothes, they obviously didn't fit anymore but it helped him remember who you were before the attacks began, before the world ended.

"Why are we here?"

"The only place I could think of that I knew zombies hadn't gotten to."

"Oh..."

"Sorry... I know this mus' be a shock. I just.. I knew it was close.. and I-"

"No, I think it's okay. Just memories, like..like the pictures."

"I know.. and your uncle.."

"Ye-"

Before you could say another word you herd the sounds of groaning. It wasn't within the trailer but outside it within the trailer park. With a frown he pushed you behind him and looked out the window. A small pack of walkers were making their way passed. "Just a small group."

"Daryl...Dad." He turned with a large grin hearing you say dad, he nodded to let you know he heard you. "What about food? Water?"

"I will go on a supply run soon, just wait till tonight."

You nodded with a frown, you realized you could however try and send a message to Negan. Or run off if you could get away, you wanted to know you were safe rather than possibly safe. The walls of the sanctuary were thick, and while humans could get through, the chance of the undead getting through was less then likely. The chance of being eaten now however was higher than you wanted to admit.

Daryl could tell you looked worried about something.

"Are you alright?"

"I don't want to die."

"I know..I..I'm sorry."

"For?"

"For breaking you. Leaving you scared and scarred. I ddi the most horrible things to you. Leaving you behind like I did and I shouldn't have done it."

"I just don't understand why you did it."

"Because..because I was stupid okay. I was taking orders when I never do..I wasn't thinking right. I did fight..I fought for you... but not hard or long enough. I should have stayed I should have searched for you and killed every damn thing that got in my way."

Your eyes grew wide, you had never expected him to act like that. He pulled you into another bear hug and kissed your forehead again. "I should have been a better father..I should have kept you safe..I shou-" There was a loud knock on the door, his eyes brows furrowed as he looked at the door. He pushed you into a closet and held his crossbow up at the ready. He opened the door only to find there was something hitting against it. He let out a sigh or relief only to see a few walkers making their way back around due to the knocking noise. He swore under his breath as he removed the item that was hitting against the door and quickly shut it as silently as he could.

He let you out of the closet. "Person?"

"Walkers. That's all."

"Oh.."

"Something was hitting the door."

"Oh okay.."

What Daryl didn't know is when he opened the door one of Negan's men had seen him, he smiled seeing that he had found you. Negan would repay him kindly with all the women and food he could want. All he had to do was wait for the right time to attack. Killing Daryl or leaving him alive didn't matter much to him. He hoped you were inside, he didn't see any reason for the biker to have left so soon after Negan arrived at Alexandria for anything other then you being with him. He frowned hoping for you to be there. He peered through the window to see your (H/C) hair through the window. He smiled.

He had found you.