Brick red satin sheets, pillow cases that reeked of smoke and misery and a fluorescent light that hummed just so it could drive about anyone mad. The musty barnwood that surrounded a broken Daryl's room and the itchy pale green carpet that tickled the bottom of dirty feet; this was all Alexandra would see for weeks on end. She couldn't leave so she dug her peeling nails in and made this her new prison. No school, no more family, no civilians to gripe at her about things so futile. That was two months ago. - A Daryl Dixon AU - My return back to writing after four years - enjoy.
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