Survivor (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction) *COMPLETED* {The WATTYS 2021}

Chapter 39: Problems

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"Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it's the place where we find the deepest Heartache." -Iyanla Vanzant

Destiny's POV:

I was up before Daryl, which is unusual for me, usually Daryl has to wake me up. Then again, I couldn't stop thinking about the pieces of Fabric that were by the half eaten Rats.
The ripped pieces of Fabric matched perfectly with Beth's and Faith's Ripped flannel shirts, they were there favorite then they just stopped wearing them and now it all seemed to make sense.
Although, I admit, I didn't want to think that my Sister and Beth would think of the Walkers or Geeks, we're just sick people, because they should know better.
However, it seems like I have no other choice but, to face the truth that they Truly Believe that the Walkers are like us and they're off in LaLa Land. I really thought they knew better, but they don't and that's what upsets and Worries me.

I haven't had the chance to tell Daryl about my discovery, yet, but I knew that I had to tell and show him the evidence against Faith and Beth.
I don't want them in trouble, and yet, if I don't say anything, then what if stuff gets worse, because of what those two are doing, whatever it is that those two are doing.

I sat on the bed, looking at Daryl and the pieces of Fabric that may or may not ruin my life. I don't know for how long I sat there contemplating everything, but it must've been a while, because when I tried to move, my muscles felt tense.
There was a light tap on the bars of our Cell/room, interrupting my inner debate and I quickly pocketed the offending Fabric, trying to look casual.
"Come in." I called back, to who ever was at our cell. I was slightly surprised to see Rick step through the sheet, that was a makeshift door and stood in front of the doorway, with a smile on his face.
"Morning Des, I'm sorry to wake you or anything, but I was taking a look at our supplies, it looks like we're running low." He sighed and crossed his arms across his chest
"It's fine, I was awake already. Oddly enough... Anyway how can I help?" I asked him sitting up straight, leaning against the wall and pulling the sheet up to Cover my naked legs.
"Well, I was hoping that you and Daryl, would go on a Run with Merle and Michone." He raised an eyebrow at me and looked to the passed out Daryl.
He was laying flat on his back, I was nearly distracted by Daryl's broad, muscled chest and his arm was draped across my lap, he looked so peaceful when he was sleeping.
"I understand of you don't want to, but It seemed like a bad idea to let Michone and Merle go on a Run by themselves, they may just kill each other." Rick chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
"No, No, you have a point Rick, Don't worry, Daryl and I will be more then happy to accompany them and make sure they don't kill each other." I laughed and held Daryl's hand.
"Great, thanks Des, Your the only one besides Daryl and Carl that I trust." He crouched down in front of Daryl's and My bed. He reached his hand out and caressed my face, like a Father would when he was happy or proud of his Daughter.
I didn't want to tell Rick what I know, because he seems so happy right now, well I won't tell him, at least not until I tell Daryl and helped him understand why I didn't tell him right away.
I can give Rick the gist of it and then explain it to Rick after I tell Daryl. "Rick...I believe I have something to tell you... During our Patrol last night, Daryl and I came across half eaten rats by the Northern outer fence." I quickly explained to him and I watched Rick's shoulders slump in defeat.
"Do you have any idea of who or if there was any evidence left behind?" He sighed, stood back up and leaned against the bars of the cell, looking irritated.