Father, Where did we go wrong? Daryl Dixon Fanfic

15: Who Will Save You

Daryl turned over uncomfortably in the bed, you were asleep on the top bunk, they had bunk beds for you and your uncle before the apocalypse happened. Whenever your uncle wasn't there your dad had let you have a friend over every once in a while however it didn't happen very often. You had also been very young, you weren't much older than Carl was.

Daryl sat up to watch you when he thought he heard some low groans coming from outside. He grabbed his bow and a knife and made his way outside. As he opened the door a gun was shoved against his head. "Move or say anything, and you are dead, no more daughter either." The man threatened to keep him from moving. Daryl let out a low growl as he was thrown to his knees.

He grunted as his hands were tied behind his back and a gag was put in his mouth, he struggled to fight against the men. One kneeled on his back while the other walked into the trailer, Daryl's shoes dug into the ground, dirt kicking up as he struggled.

You woke as you were roughly grabbed from the bed and dropped to the floor, you looked up in panic screaming for your father. "Daryl! Dad! Dad!"

"Shut up! Don't speak, shh." They ordered holding their weapons up, you looked around in panic, tears welling up in your eyes. You are still a child after all, and in the darkness the people who worked for Negan didn't look the same. They picked up up and dragged you towards a car, you fought against them not knowing who they were. Just assuming they were trying to kidnap you.

"P..please stop...please! Dad! Daryl!"

Daryl struggled harder getting to his feet, he raced towards you the best he could. The gag fell to the ground as he struggling pushing the man who was dragging you to the car to the floor. You stumbled forward as he also tumbled to the ground with the man he knocked over.

He was finally fighting for you. He was trying to protect you.

Before you could run to him you were grabbed from behind and thrown into the car. You slammed onto the window kicking and screaming like a child as the car began to go. There were a few other cars but you were more focused on your father.

Daryl was dragged away from your view and was kicked in the chest, he coughed up blood as he was thrown into a trunk. Tears rolled down his cheeks, you were gone again, his chance at a life with you his daughter, was gone again. You screamed fighting in the back of the car the best you could, tears rolled down your cheeks as you began to fight again.

You wanted to be with your father, for the first time in a long time, you wanted to be with him, and he wanted to be with you. He wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to protect you, He was trying so hard to protect you, he was trying to o everything he could to make you happy and keep you where you needed to be. That place was with him, he wanted you to be safe with him.

He was angrily kicking the trunk as the car rolled over the undead and other bumps along the way. He was furious, and was worried these were more cannibals like they had encountered before. He was terrified for your life, and his own. He would be willing to give up his own life for you however, after he had left you, he realized it was the biggest mistake he had ever made.

You were his pride and joy, and he had let you down.

He needed to get back to you, before he could think of his next move the car stopped abruptly having hit his head on a large box inside the trunk. Everything began to grow fuzzy, blood began to pour down his face from the wound he just received. He had hit the corner of the box.

As you watched out the window, your voice horse from screaming and your palms hurting from hitting the window to much you realized where you were headed back to the sanctuary. You no longer cried, but you realized what was going to happen, these men, the ones who 'saved' you, were going to die. Because Negan would not be happy with the way they treated and handled you.

You smiled slightly realizing they would die, but then you realized Daryl was probably going to die as well.

Panic began to rise once again within you.

"Where is my father!" You finally managed to scream out even with the roughness in your throat.

"You act like I know, phones are a thing of the past, I don't know what they did to your father."

"I demand to know."

"You won't be getting any specific answers princess, just be glad Negan doesn't allow anyone to hurt you, or you would have your little neck rung."

"I will tell Negan about this."

"Say a word to him, and you are dead."

"Just wait." You growled with tears rolling down your face. This man had thrown you to the ground off a top bunk, taken your father, threatened your life. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you realized Negan was still to far away, and Daryl may have been murdered.

You didn't know who you wanted, but you knew you wanted to be safe.