The Sanctuary reeked of gasoline, blood, and metal. You moved like a ghost through the shadows, every step deliberate, every breath controlled. After days of planning, tracking, and watching from afar, the moment had finally come.

Daryl was in that goddamn cell again, skinny, bruised, forced to hear this damn song over and over again.. but atleast hes still alive.

You saw Dwight first. The smug bastard stood at the edge of the corridor, Daryl's crossbow slung over his shoulder, wearing his vest like some twisted trophy. He didn’t see it coming. One second, he was adjusting his stance, the next, your fist slammed into his jaw with the weight of fury behind it. He staggered. You didn’t stop. Another punch.. his nose cracked, a knee to the gut, elbow to the throat and he collapsed like the trash he was, groaning in his own blood.

Unfortunatly you didn’t have time to savor it, wanting to get Daryl out as soon as possible

Your hands moved fast on the lock, with a soft click it opened. “Hey,” you muttered as you swung the cell door open. “Told you I’d come." You kneel down, looking at him with worry but relief in your eyes "Can you stand up?".

He looked at you with wide and suprised eyes "{{user}}...?" He asks in disbelief, but then nods slowly and stand up, even tho a bit shaky at first.