Trespassing (Daryl Dixon x OC)

Looks Red, Tastes Blue

"If distance only makes you stronger, don't make it last any longer."

The room was gray as I pried my eyelids open. It must be the early morning. Carl was still asleep above me and the house was silent. My head pounded and my eyes felt sunken.

Not wanting to be any more of a burden, I decided to leave the Grimes house. I carefully slipped away from Carl's loose hold, draping a blanket over his frame before quietly exiting the house.

The streets were empty and silent, nothing but the wind and a few stray leaves accompanying me. As I walked, I passed by what was once Maggie and Glenn's house, deepening the hole in my chest. I also gazed at Carol's old house. God, I miss her. I hope she's okay.

I trudged my way up the porch stairs of my secluded home. Part of me believed I would walk inside and Daryl would be there, probably smoking a cigarette at the counter that we'd finish together. The other part of me--the logical part--knew he wasn't home and that he won't be for a while. My hand lingered on the door handle as I wondered if I was ready to face that reality.

My fingertips gently released the handle, allowing my hand to fall back at my side. I looked around the empty streets once more. With my jaw set tight, I began to climb the fence of Alexandria.

I just wanted to escape everything for a little bit. I didn't want anyone to know where I was, as dangerous as that is right now. I knew this was risky, but this is the only thing I can do.

I looked out to the open woods in front of me. It reminded me of when Daryl and I would go hunting. Pushing that memory away, I continued on my way into the unknown.

It was even quiet out here. Very few walkers roamed around at the moment, which I'm thankful for. I'm definitely not in the right headspace to pay attention.

As much as I tried, I couldn't avoid the thoughts of Daryl and Negan. I just wanted everything to make sense. I wanted Daryl here to make me understand what the hell everything has come to. To be honest, he probably wouldn't even be able to. Fucking hell, I just wanted my husband.

I don't know how to deal with this. With any of this. None of us do. We're all grieving. No single one of us can help the other.

So I am alone.

At this conclusion, I lost it again. I didn't even think I had more tears left to cry but apparently I was wrong.

I leaned against a tree, holding my head in my free hand. Broken sobs wracked through my chest, slumping my shoulders forward.

Why did he choose Abraham? What did he ever do?

I fell to my knees, ignoring the blistering pain in them, and leaned against the bark.

Why did he choose Glenn? Was it because he stepped out of line? He didn't even do anything wrong. Neither of them did.

"Hey, hey," someone said calmly.

I immediately rose to my feet, pulling out my gun. I quickly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. The man held his hands up.

"Easy," he spoke in the same manner, "I don't want--" He paused, narrowing his eyes at me for a moment. "Belle?"

"Who are you?" I asked aggressively.

The man had light brown hair that was just above his shoulders and a light stubble around his jaw and above his lip. I don't recognize who he is.

"Belle, come on, it's me," he said, taking a step forward. I held my ground and tightened my grip on my gun, cocking it this time.

"Tell me how the fuck I know you," I demanded.