TWD: Just Another Reason to Hold On (Daryl x Reader)

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     "Alright then, it's settled. Let the group know that we're going to Terminus," Rick says, nodding his head in satisfaction. I pick Merle off the floor using the collar of his shirt and shove him towards Rick.
     "Tak' him with you," I order and Carol takes the responsibility to lead him out.
     "We're leaving in fifteen minutes. Be sure to have some breakfast. Leftover cereal is in the kitchen, feed yourselves before we go," Rick commands before leaving as well.
     "Why did you do that?" the girl asks as soon as the door shut.
     "You're min', girlie," I reply, not thinking much before I spoke. My girl.
     "I'm not a freaking object, Daryl!" she says and walks off in the other direction. I cock my head to the side, wondering about what just happened. Shrugging it off, I head downstairs. However, I couldn't help but feel empty.
     "Cereal?" the dark skinned girl from before asks, holding a box of Cheerios in hand. 
     "Sur'," I reply and she pours a bowl for me.
     "I wonder why that girl ran off," she says and looks at the door. "She seemed upset. You should go after her."
     "Why shou'd I go aft'r her?" I press, too lazy to get up. I grab a spoon and munch on my breakfast.
     "It's your fault she ran off," she responds and slides my dish away from me. "Go after her."
     "Who ar' you to tel' me what to do?" I spit and she smirks.
     "The name's Michonne, thanks for asking," she says. "You're Daryl, right?"
     "Ri'ht," I snap. "Giv' me my damn fo'd."
     "Listen to me first. Food comes after, I promise," she says and I nod my head. "Look at me and say okay."
     "Oka'," I respond hesitantly.
     "The girl was mumbling to herself. Something about how she hated a certain someone," she says and looks directly at me. "If you don't go after her, she'll die."
     "She's stron'. Don't und'restimate her," I reply.
     "What if I were to say she doesn't have any weapons on her and stole your bike? Would that make you change your mind?" she responds smugly. My eyes widen. She stole my bike.
     "Fin', I'll go," I state and she smiles in triumph.
     "Here," she tosses a granola bar and I catch it successfully. "I promised. Now hurry before it's too late."
     I get up and make my way towards the door. As I head on outside, I notice something was off. It was too quiet. I look around for any clues and spot the deep tire tracks in the mud from my motorcycle. I start to sprint down the trail, but the only sound that was audible is the crunching of the branches underneath my feet. After around fifteen minutes, I stop to take a breath. That's when I hear a familiar scream. My girl. Instantly, my legs bolt towards the direction of the sound and I make my way through the trees. I finally spot her, but she wasn't alone.