ᗯᕼEᑎ TᕼE ᗪEᗩᗪ ᑕOᗰE ᗩᒪIᐯE [ ᴅᴀʀʏʟ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

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Ngl when writing the last two chapters I totally forgot that based on the connection the characters Y/n and Daryl built throughout the story so far they would have looked for one another before escaping rather than leaving on their own which makes the character Y/n seem kinda selfish for leaving without Daryl so I tried to make it make sense in chapter 33 without having to rewrite everything by having Y/n believe if she escaped it would allow Daryl to fight back without worrying that his actions would put her life at risk in the event he hadn't got out when she did

So let's just pretend like that is totally the case in this story line 😅
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.• Daryl's P.O.V. •.

I sat in the corner of my cell, fingers flicking the small slip of paper in my hands as I contemplated my option. Ultimately, I decided it was worth a shot. I knew the door to my cell had been unlocked as I threw the folded up paper to the side, and got up. Placing my hand around the door knob, I turned it slowly allowing light to peak into the damp, dark cell I was kept in. There was no sign of people beyond the room. Carefully, I sprinted out, my back hugging the wall as I moved around the enemies territory cautiously. Just as I was about to turn a corner the sound of voices invaded my hearing. Before I could peak around the corner to see who the voices belonged to, a crash sounded through the hall sending liquid rushing towards my bare feet. Reacting quickly, I jumped back hearing the voices move closer to the bend in the hallway as I grabbed hold of a door handle belonging to a room closest to my current position. To my luck the door was unlocked. I entered the room making sure to shut the door quietly behind me just in the nick of time as voices paired with footsteps walked past the room; casting a shadow under the door.

Inside, the room was a mess with clothes and other items scattered all around in an unorganized manner. Taking note of a door off to the side of the room, I walked over to the closed doors, and peaked into the dark space making sure there was no one inside. Finding the small room to be vacant, I shut the door quietly as a jar of peanut butter caught my eye from where it sat atop an old filing cabinet just beside me. I was hungry—starving rather—especially after the exhausting manual labor I had endured in the hot sun paired with the poor excuse of a meal I was provided with. Without hesitation, letting my hunger take control, I grabbed the jar of peanut butter and took off the lid as I sat down on the sofa off to the side.

I ate up the peanut butter I scooped out with my fingers as I watched the door to the room while listening tentatively to the voices outside; waiting for them to leave. Right as I had received my fill of the sandwich spread, I heard the voices began to head off down the hallway, and out of range. I stood up now placing the jar to the side, and eyed down the clothes scattered around the rooms floor before looking down at the tattered outfit I had been wearing for days on end. Sifting through the clothing on the floor I grabbed a dark grey shirt, yellow-ish flannel with red stripes, and a pair of dark jeans.

Feeling eager to get out of the sweaty rags I was forced to wear, I ripped off my dirty shirt as I began to put on the newly acquire clothes. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a chess board to the side of the room. Atop it were some wood carved figures, some paint while others retained their stripped wood look. They were familiar, I had certainly seen these before. . . I know whose room this is. I felt a ping of anger roll over me as I grabbed a baseball cap from the back of the door, flipped the chess board sending the pieces flying, and walked out the door.

There wasn't anyone around as I exited the room, but the distinct sound of laughter could be heard from one of the opened doors further down the hallways. I knew the general area in which they were keeping Y/n as I worked my way in that direction, making sure to keep an eye out for any people passing by. I reached the hallway with carpeted floors and painted walls, turning the knob of each room I passed. They were all unlocked, and she was nowhere in sight. I reached the last door in the hallway, quickly turning the door knob that was unlocked just like the rest of them. As I did so I noticed an unfolded slip of paper sitting on the floor inches before me. Immediately I knew it was the same as the note I received. The same cursive letters could be seen written in red ink.