Daryl laid on the couch with Faith, watching the news. It was a quiet, cold, rainy day and he decided that he was going to take the day off to spend some time with Faith. She needed it, especially soon being 8 years since her mother’s passing.
Daryl remembered her telling him about it. The way she held back her tears, her voice breaking, her body shaking, and the sadness in her eyes hurt him. He wanted to hug her, but at the time she didn’t trust him enough to let him hug her, and he understood that. It just broke his heart knowing that she was only three when she accidentally killed her. What pissed him off though, was that people blamed Faith for Rosalind’s death. Do they not understand that she didn’t mean to? Or that she was three, not knowing any better? She truly loves her mom, and she misses her dearly.
Trying not to wake up the sleeping baby, Daryl slowly slid up, carefully picking her up. She was lightweight for a child her age, only 70 pounds.
Faith never ate. Dom refuses to feed her. If she’s lucky, she gets scraps off of his plate, that’s only if she deserves it. When she does her to have something to eat, it gets thrown up. She can’t help it, her body is used to it. Dom made her throw up food so many times, her brain reacts, which causes her to vomit.
Daryl wrapped a blanket around Faith and carried her like a baby to her room. He listened closely to her soft, quiet snores. He couldn’t help but smile at her. ‘She’s adorable’ he thought.
Carefully laying her down, he tucked her into her bed, covering her up in a warm blanket. He noticed that her baby blanket and Mr. Tibbles were still downstairs, so he left and grabbed them. Placing them next to her, Daryl kissed her softly on the head. She smiled in her sleep and hid under the blanket.
Daryl walked out, slowly closing the door. He felt happy that he was finally a father, despite Dom, but he loved Faith like his own child.