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Daddy's kneeling in front of the Governor, he's got Michonne's katana and the tip of it's pressed against Daddy's neck. Rick's talking and Daddy smiles at him. Then…he lifts the katana. I can see his lips moving, saying something. It's like everything is happening in slow motion. I can't tear my eyes away. It's happening. He buries the edge into Daddy's neck and he falls over, dead. I can see his eyes, even from where I'm standing. They're blank. Then his jaws moving and the one thing that daddy wouldn't have wanted happened.
I woke up covered in sweat and a heavy weight on top of me, a hand covering my mouth. I start panicking, trying to get it off. Then I hear and recognize the voice. 'S me, Beth and Jus' a dream, over and over. I stopped moving, relaxing my body. As soon as my body relaxes Daryl moves off me, but opens his arms. I scooted onto his lap, and his arms wrapped around me. Every night I have the same nightmare and every night he wakes me up. This is the first time he's offered me any form of comfort, especially like this. I took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp night air, trying to calm my breathing and stop the crying. All I wanted was to be held tonight. He always manages to know just what I need.
"Same dream?" He asked, chin on the top of my head.
"I'm bent, not broken," I said. He tilted his head down to look me in the eyes. I read the question in his eyes. " I'm not broken cause of Daddy's death. I'm just bent. I'll be okay. I'll get there. Jus' gonna take some time." I explained. "Daryl?"
"Hmm?"
"Hold me, tonight?"