Father, Where did we go wrong? Daryl Dixon Fanfic

17. Choices

Daryl woke drenched in sweat, blood dripping down his back. He could hardly see, he was in almost complete darkness. Hardly any light could be see on the concrete under the door. He stood and began to slam his fists on the wall when a song began to play.

"When you're on easy street."

At first it was nice, hearing music from before the apocalypse was a welcome treat, but soon it began to grow on his nerves. It continued to repeat, and repeat, and repeat. Soon the music stopped but it continued to invade his head. "It feels so sweet." He grumble sang as he banged on the door.

Soon the word gravy train in that horrifically upbeat song began to swirl in his head. "Gravy train... what the fuck is a gravy train?" He slammed his fists against the door one final time before slumping to the floor. He had to be at Negan's compound, only Negan would be sick enough to use such an upbeat song to break someone. He began to hear screaming, it sounded masculine. He held his ear to the door and listened, whoever it was was screaming incoherently, however the sound of a door swinging open soon drowned out the screams.

"What?!" A mans deep voice was heard.

"I can-I can't do this anymore... my name my name is Negan, I am Negan. I can-" Before he could get out another word the sound of a gun firing caused Daryl to jump. He was helpless in his current situation. He had no weapons, he didn't even have clothes on. The concrete was cold beneath his feet. He grew sick as he heard footsteps growing closer to his cell. He waited attempting to watch a shadow. He grew desperate as the door began to open. He went to attack when a gun cocked and aimed at his head.

"Move and you die like your buddy over there." The man snarled, Daryl froze. If it was just him and the man he would make a run for it, but there were a few other's with weapons outside he door. "Look, Negan won't let me blow you up like a few of our buddies out there. But if I had the opportunity to I would. You are lucky you didn't end up here before." Baggy pants were tossed in his direction. "Come on, the boss wants to see you."

Daryl growled as he put on his pants, the damn song still protruding his thoughts. He knew where Negan was had to be where you were. He growled, he wanted his daughter, he knew he had messed up. He knew you were a killer, he knew you probably hated him. He knew you were conflicted, he had left you but at the same time he was your father.

Once his pants were on his wrists were cuffed and he was pulled along, up a few flights of stairs and into a room. Women sat together talking and drinking, polaroid pictures of you growing up littered the rooms. A few pictures caught his attention. You in a dress on Negan's lap surrounded by the women. The words he could make out said (Y/N) 1st birthday with us. Another was you standing over a corpse with Lucille in hand. (Y/n) and Lucille. A few others showed you with Negan or the women. He grew sick, he should have been the one with you this entire time.

He came into a room that looked like an office. "Daryl. Good to see you had the balls to show up."

Daryl ignored his comment. "Where is my daughter?"

"You lost the ability to call her your daughter when you left her and didn't go search till you knew she was alive. You Daryl are horse shit, you Daryl are a coward and the last thing (y/n) needs. You are the last thing MY daughter needs.She told me not to kill you, but accidents happen and when I get angry Lucille gets blood thirsty. And when it comes to my little girl nothing sets me off faster than someone hurting her. Do you know how broken she was when she came to me? You created a little serial killer, I taught her to use that strength as a strength and not look at herself as a monster. I hope you re proud of yourself Daryl. Causing her so much psychological and emotional pain to my baby girl. You are sick and worse than even myself. I know I am a bad guy, but I took her in when I could have killed her. I could have left her for dead like you did Daryl. I really really want to just bash in your head. You know, that seems to be my favorite choice. She really doesn't wan me to kill you, but I really really do. So. You for now, get to enjoy your cell while I decide what to do with you.

Daryl snarled. "My dau-"

"No! she is not yours Daryl! You gave that up when you didn't go back for her. So now shut up. Take him back to his cell and turn that god awful go fuck yourself with a knife music back on." Daryl was dragged out of the room. He was thrown back in the cell and soon Easy Street came back and all he could do was punch the wall.

He had to see you again at least once incase he lost his life to Negan. 

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Up to vote! Also yes I did listen to that song while I wrote this. It is torture! 

Daryl Dies ------
If die how? 


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Daryl Lives -----
If live how?