TWD ~ Daryl + Reader ~

A Truthful Staircase

The sun rises and you're already sitting up in Negan's bed. You haven't been able to sleep for the past two nights, just tossed and turned. You don't want to be at the Sanctuary anymore. 

'If I anger him,' You glance over at Negan, who's been sleeping on the couch for the past two nights, 'will he take me home sooner?'

You quietly get out of the bed and quickly get dressed. As soon as you pull your hair back, you head towards the door. The doornob clicks as you open the door, you open the door slowly so it doesn't make as much noise. You look back towards the couch to make sure Negan is still asleep, then you peak your head out into the hallway to check that the normal men that stand guard aren't there. You look back into Negan's room one more time, then you quickly step out and shut the door. 

You know the hallway to the right leads to the open stairs that lead to the main area of the factory, so you go left. You quickly and quietly walk down the hallway hugging the wall, you stop at the end of the hall and look both ways. To the right you see a door that has a sign above it that says stairs. You look around you once more then quickly walk towards that door.

You open the squeaky door that leads to the stairs and without checking inside you step in and let the door squeak shut. You start descending the stairs quietly so you can hear if a door opens or if people talk. 

You make it two flights before you hear someone sobbing. You peak around the corner of the staircase to see a scar-faced man with dirty shooulder-length blond hair. You see a ripped piece of paper in one of his hands and a lit cigarette in the other. However, you put his sobbing aside because you know who he is.

You eyes ripped away from him when you hear a door above you open and you reflexively step down another step, to where Dwight can see you. You look back over to him with wide eyes and he does the same to you.

"Aren't you-" You put your finger over your mouth and point up with the other hand. Dwight rolls his eyes and continues, "Aren't you (Y/N)?" You partially glare at him, leading him to chuckle and say; "Don't worry, they never use these stairs, you're probably just hearing other doors on the floor above us." He takes a drag on his cigarette as he folds the ripped piece of paper up and puts it in his pocket. Dwight blows his smoke out then looks back at you. "What are you doing in here anyways?"

"Trying to find a way out. What-"

"Why are you trying to leave?" He takes another drag on his cigarette.

You cross your arms towards his rudeness. "I have my reasons."

"Are you tired of trying to see the good in him?" He blows out more smoke. "Or did you just realize that what you thought you felt was a lie?"

"The latter." You bluntly say. 

"Ah," He smirks, "so you thought you cared about him, then you slept with him and you now know you don't?"

"I didn't sleep with him!" You raise your voice. "I would never."

"You're stringing along a murderer, Sweety, not the best idea." He puts his cigarette out on the wall and throws it down the stairs.

"And you think working for a murderer is better?"

He glares at you. "I do what I have to do-"

"He has done so much to you and you are still loyal to him?"

Dwight takes quick steps up to you and gets in your face. "You know nothing about me, girly."

"You killed one of my friends, you tortured the man I love, and your wife escaped Negan but left you behind." You spit back at him, "What else is there to know?"