#littlegodzilla

Maldito viaje, amor.

No quiero verte más, pues como un perro muero de pena.

Porque sólo es un ratito, y tus ojos traen la luz del sol.

Tu aliento trae el aire fresco que baja libre de la sierra para el que es libre.

"What?" you say when Daryl looks at you for the first time since he has arrived in your room.

"Ain't wanna do this anymore." He repeats.

"What are you...?"

"Ain't wanna keep seein' ya!" he raises his voice and you freeze. "Ain't wanna do this anymore. I can't. Every time I'm brought here and I see ya..." He whispers and lowers his head.

You rush towards him, you grab his arms, Daryl tries to let go, but you hold him tighter, one of your hands rests on his cheek wanting your gazes to connect. When you succeed you see pain and anxiety in his eyes.

"What, every time you see me what?"

"I see him...I picture him with ya, I see how he can be touchin' ya every day..."

"Daryl, I told you Negan would never..."

"Then how are we here? His men keep talking, saying things about ya..." He mumbles again and lets go of you. You don't credit what you hear.

"Daryl, they're doing it to hurt you, nothing they say is true, I told you..."

"Negan's talking too!" he shuts you up suddenly. "It's unbearable to hear him talk about ya, how ya enjoy each other..."

"It's lies! We've never been together, I've never let him touch me!"

"Then how does he know about yer tattoo!"

You mumble on the spot. When you arrived in Alexandria, after all you had been through, feeling that place safe again, a new home, Daryl took a needle and India ink and at your request gave you a small, discreet tattoo on your hip line, an arrow, a small confession of love on your part and at the same time a symbol of bonding between you. No one else knew about it or had seen it, no one except Negan's women when you got there and they forced you to strip and shower, surely one of them had told him about it.

You open your mouth to explain, but Daryl looks away clenching his fists.

You stop right then and there, because you know that no matter what you can tell him, or what excuses you can find, Daryl is not going to listen to you, Daryl is not going to believe you.

"You don't trust me..." You whisper, but he doesn't even turn to look at you. You feel your eyes sting from the tears pooling in them, but you manage to pull yourself together. "Fine, believe what you want, but listen to me; I'm going to get us out of here, we're going home, so don't do anything stupid and when I come for you and we're safe, it's over." You point to him and then walk past him to open the door and call out to one of Negan's men waiting across the hall. "You can take him now."

"Wow, that was fast today."

"Yeah, there was nothing else to take out." You mutter, but don't look at Daryl as between two of you they yank and shove him out there.

When you're left alone, you break down, hug your legs and let your tears run down your face, the pieces of your heart falling out one by one.

**

A week passes and as promised you get a chance to escape from there. You've been perfecting a sleeping pill for Negan, you know you can't kill him, it would draw too much attention, his people would find you before you could escape, so you decide to knock him out with a powerful sleeping pill. When you're sure he won't wake up you grab the backpack you had prepared, take a couple of guns from the man and quickly get out of there. On the way to Daryl's cell you are careful not to cross paths with anyone, neither Negan's wives, nor his men, anyone could raise the alarm and that would be a big problem.

You open Daryl's cell and before he can ask you give him some clothes. You try to ignore his nakedness and all the wounds on his body.

"Get dressed." You order him. "We don't have much time."

Daryl doesn't ask questions, he gets up like a spring, or at least as fast as his body will let him, the urge to get out of there, to be free, is greater than the pain he feels. He dresses in the clothes you have given him and carefully follows you through the corridors that right now seem like a maze. You've done that route a thousand times, memorizing every turn, every guard and every empty room or room with a guest that you're almost certain you're already saved.

In your fingers you fiddle with the keys of one of the motorcycles parked at the back of the huge factory.

You are almost out, you can see the door at the end of the corridor, Daryl is close behind you but he is watching your back in case someone appears unexpectedly. You stop abruptly, Daryl hugs your body as he bumps into you and looks ahead. Breathing hitches.

Sherry stands in the middle of the hallway, her gaze laden with surprise and fear. No one seems to dare say anything, time has suddenly frozen. Then Sherry nods her head very slowly and slips off down one of the corridors giving you a free hand. Your heart races again and you continue towards the door, this time your steps much faster.

Daryl needs a moment when the sun hits his eyes cruelly. He has been locked in a cell for days, in total darkness, his blue orbs feel the light as a nuisance, he rubs them several times until he manages to look up. You are out, you are still in danger, but you are out of the factory and out of sight of the Saviors. He wants to smile, but your gesture is deadly serious, he is ready to say something, when you catch the movement of another person. You quickly get on your guard and Jesus raises his hands wanting to calm you down.

"It's me, guys, no... you don't... you don't know how glad I am to see you." He says with a small smile.

"Let's go, we're not safe yet." You say in response and Jesus guides you to a truck he has stolen.

Daryl, however, takes one of the bikes and follows closely behind you. The ride to Hilltop is silent and tense, Jesus tries to guess how you've escaped, but you don't want to talk, you just need to get home and focus your mind on anything other than Negan, the Sanctuary or Daryl. A tear runs down your face again and you quickly brush it away, averting your gaze out the window of the vehicle.

Seeing Maggie there reassures you, she still looks weak, but she's fine, her baby is fine, she needs rest and rest, but you all know that's impossible, you're all trembling in desire to get revenge on Negan whether it's for one thing or another.

Daryl walks up to you, his hand rests on your arm, his touch runs through you like a cramp, feeling your pulse quicken, you look up at him.

"Hey..." He tries to speak, but you let go.

"There's nothing to talk about, Dixon, I told you, when we got out of there, it would all be over." You remind him by backing up a few steps. "Let's just focus on getting rid of Negan and getting our home back." You tell him and quickly walk away, leaving him there with the word in his mouth.

Daryl wants to go after you, but the massive gates of Hilltop open, Rick and the others appear behind them. The reunion is emotional and there is excitement on everyone's part, but there is no time for celebration. A plan has to be put into action.

Negan must be killed.

Maldito amor, maldito amor no vengas más.

Maldito amor, maldito amor no vengas más.

***

The End.

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