They don't know about us (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Part 12

"Now comes the bad part." Daryl said. "Yeah, Hoss had a big meal not long ago. I feel it in there."

"Here's the gut bag." I handed him a bag.

"I got this." Came his gruff response. "This bastard had himself a woodchuck for lunch."

"At least we know.." I said.

"At least we know." Rick repeasted.

It was getting dark and we couldn't see her trail from the lack of light.

"We should head back," Rick said.

"No no no we have to find her. She's a kid Rick." I said panicking slightly.

"He knows, he knows Y/n we aren't gonna do her any good in the dark though," Daryl said grabbing my hand slowly.

"He's right Y/n. We can't find her in the dark." Rick said walking back to the highway.

Daryl pulled me among softly and he whispered, "It ain't your fault darlin' stop beating yourself up. We will find her."

"Together?" I whispered.

"Together." He kissed my head softly and we made it back to the highway.

"You didn't find her?" Carol asked with tears in her eyes when she saw we were back.

"Her trail went cold." Rick responded sadly.

"We'll pick it up again at first light." Daryl tried to reassure her. 

"You can't leave my daughter out there on her own to spend the night alone in the woods." She blurted.

"Out in the dark's no good. We'd just be tripping over ourselves. More people get lost." Daryl said trying to show her that it wouldn't help.

"But she's 12. She can't be out there on her own."

"We can't help her if we get lost ourselves, Carol I promise you I will find her." I said giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. She just smiled weakly at me.

"You didn't find anything?" She asked after regaining her composure. 

"I know this is hard. But I'm asking you not to panic. We know she was out there. And we tracked her for a while. We have to make this an organized effort. Daryl and Y/n know the woods better than anybody. I've asked them to oversee this." Rick responded giving her a little hope.

"Is that blood?" She asked noticing my shirt.

"A walker." She started breathing heavily, "It was nowhere near where we left her. We know it didn't get her." I tried to treasure her.

"How can you know that?" Andrea asked.

"We cut the son of a bitch open." Daryl said.

"Oh God."

"How could you just leave her out there to begin with? How could you just leave her?" Carol said brokenly. I knew those words were meant for me. If I had kept her closer when we were under the car, none of this would have happened. I kept quiet and tried to keep my tears in.

"Those two walkers were on us. We had to draw them off. It was her best chance." Rick said.

"Sounds like he didn't have a choice, Carol." Dale said. 

"How was she supposed to find her way back on her own? She's just a child. She's just a child." Carol asked sobbing now. 

"It was our only option. The only choice we could make. The only choice that gave her a chance." 

"I'm sure nobody doubts that." Lori tried to tell her husband. 

"My little girl got left in the woods."

Everybody reached to take a weapon. I stayed very still, my fists were clenched at my side and I was just trying not to break down at this point.

"These aren't the kind of weapons we need." Rick tried to tell them. 

"What about the guns?" Andrea asked pointedly. 

"We've been over that. Daryl, Rick and I are carrying." Shane responded. 

"We can't have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles." Rick told them. I was barely listening at this point. 

"It's not the trees I'm worried about." T said grimily. 

"Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it's game over for all of us." Rick reasoned 

"So you need to get over it." Shane pushed.

"The idea is to take the creek up about five miles, turn around and come back down the other side," Daryl told the group. 

"Chances are she'll be by the creek," Rick added.

I walked away silently I can't do this. She's just a child, she's just a child. You left my little girl in the woods. How could you just leave her? I walked until I was in the woods just out of sight of the group. I silently sobbed until it felt like there was nothing left. This was all to much like how I lost my sister. I kept think about how we just left sophia. And then about my sister. Wanda...

I was 10.. She was 12 or 13 at the time. My parents were pissed off at her over something... I can't remember what. My dad hit her first. Across her face. My mom kicked her in the ribs. A few more rounds of that and they threw her outside. I walked silently to my room and locked the door. I crawled out of my window, and outside to where she was laying on the floor. She hit her head really hard. She was very out of it. I drug her to the cellar and started to clean her wounds. She pulled through the night and her wounds healed. But a couple of months later she just. Passed out. And she didn't wake back up again. The night my parents threw her out they never talked about her again. Never looked for her. Nothing. Treated me like Wanda never existed. She died. In the cellar right in front of me. Wanda just passed out. She never woke up again. I buried her behind the cellar. Daryl never even knew about her, that I had a sister nothing. I never told him it's too painful even now.

At some point, I guess Daryl came looking for me. He found me sitting on the floor sobbing just whispering her name. "Wanda, Wanda, Wanda, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I just kept saying it over and over and over. 

Daryl noticed my state and sat down next to me holding out his arms. I crawled into them still whispering I'm sorry.

"Sh, sh sh. You're okay Darlin'" Daryl kept saying that as I cried. After about 10 minutes I stopped.

"Y/n...." He whispered still holding me.

"yeah.." I responded my voice soar from crying.

"Who's Wanda?" He asked me cautiously, probably trying to keep me from throwing another sobbing fit.

A/N

her sister..? oooooooo

also I hope you liked it

word count 1692

~Shy