"This is your last try," Negan whispered against my neck and his hands were squeezing my wrist to the wall. Daryl ran through my mind. His face, his stare, his touch. "you have no other choice." I swallowed at the thought of never being able to leave again. I could only stare a the blank wall across the room. I waited for him to threaten me once more but nothing ever came. I closed my eyes and nodded. He only laughed at me. "I want you to say it." "I will live for you," I whispered. His rough lips kissed my neck and he chuckled. "That's what I thought."

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Vulnerability should never equate to weakness. Amy Wilson had always relied on her older brother to keep her from harm. Even when the dead began to rise, this had not changed. She was not a fighter. Amy couldn't handle a gun, couldn't function around blood and gore, and certainly couldn't live with herself after killing another being; whether they were dead or living. After her brother was killed at the hands of a man named Rick Grimes, she was finally forced to learn how to protect herself, how to fight, and to be brave. There was only one man capable of teaching this; a hunter, Daryl Dixon. Cold, quiet, private and strong, he had no time for weakness. That was, of course, until he met Amy. - First TWD Watty Award Winner - Featured in the Official The Walking Dead : Road to Survival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list - Featured in the Official Wattpad Fanfic "The Walking Dead" reading list - #8 in Buzzfeed's Official "19 Wildest Fanfics People Couldn't Stop Reading In 2015"