Trust Me | Daryl Dixon

Part 28

I wrapped my arms around Daryl's torso as we sped down the debris covered road, unaware of where we'd end up.
It hadn't really hit me till now that we left without any guns; only Daryl's crossbow and our knives. Usually, I'd be panicking right now, afraid that if something happened I'd have no way of protecting myself or anyone around me, but oddly enough, I wasn't feeling that.

I focused my attention back to our surroundings as we started to slow down next to a place that looked like it had been a diner at some point.

"Let's check this out." Daryl's raspy voice said as he cut off his bike.

I agreed, following closely behind him as we made our way to the front of the rundown building.

"See anything?" I asked as he looked through the dusty window.

"Nah," he shook his head, "Place looks fuckin' ransacked inside."

I sighed, "Well, maybe we can still find something-- we came all the way out here."

He nodded, pulling at the handle on the door before it swung open, allowing us inside the wrecked diner.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the destruction before pulling my knife out, preparing for whatever would show up.

"Ya ain't gonna need that here," Daryl shook his head, swinging his crossbow back over his shoulder, "Place has already been looted; ain't nothing left."

I let out a heavy sigh, sliding my knife back into it's holder and sitting on one of the ripped bar stools, thoughts racing through my mind like always, "Do you think Alexandria is safe? Like.. that we're safe there?"

Daryl shrugged, turning over discarded debris on tables, "Why ya askin'?"

"Last night.." I breathed out shakily, causing Daryl to look over at me, "If that's what can happen with the people inside the walls.. what about everything outside of it?"

"It don't matter if Alexandria's safe or not," Daryl said, walking up to me, "Ya got us-"

"There are bad people out here, Daryl." I cut him off, "There's always gonna be bad people who want to hurt us."

He shrugged again, "So what?"

"Daryl.." I shook my head, emotion now heavy in my voice, "You're not always gonna be able to win-"

"Listen," he cut me off, "If anyone ever tries to hurt ya, an I ain't there, ya kill 'em. Got it?"

"But-"

"Ain't no buts about it, Liz." He spit, "Ya say you'd do anythin' for this group, then do it; protect yourself."

I swallowed hard, taking in his harsh words that I knew I needed to hear, before nodding.

"C'mon," he said as he began to make his way out of the diner, "Ain't shit in this damn place anyways."

"Daryl?" I said again quietly, causing him to turn back, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

He stayed silent for a moment before nodding, "We all have."

"How?" I asked, looking up at him threw tear brimmed eyes as he turned around, "How do you do it?"

"Ya just do," he shrugged, "It ain't hard when the bastards deserve it."

I let out a shaky sigh before nodding, wiping an escaped tear off of my cheek, "Ok."