Dear Diary (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Pray Again

»Will not you be with me?«, you asked nervously. The idea of ​​losing her too made your guts twist.

»Maybe yes, maybe no, you can’t make your life the way you once did, we can only be grateful for what we have now and focus on the present.«

»Then why are you telling me about the future?«, you asked, confused. Her sweet smile opened to you, framed by the dreadlocks that fell on her shoulders. Her dark skin glittered, kissed by the late summer sun.

»It doesn’t matter what you have to do about it: loss, pain, loneliness, you can do it anyway, you’re a survivor, Y/N.«

Your cheeks were already covered with tears. Nobody ever said that to you. »Why me?«, you asked in a whisper. Michonne shook your hand and leaned against your shoulder. »Because you have hope.«

You didn’t know how long ago it had been. You didn’t know it… Days, months, years… You were still locked in that damn shed with a cloth as your only defense. Defense that was torn away from you when someone entered this place. The only difference from the beginning was that they tied your wrists to the wall. The chains were made of steel, very thick. Your wrists were now covered with wounds, a bit like the rest of your body. The only person who didn’t try to rape you was the woman who brought you food. When you saw her for the first time again after trying to escape, you asked her how the other woman was.