Daryl looked over his stump, he knew it wasn't going to just grow back but he was hopeful it would. He didn't want to do the winners award show, he didn't want to go to each district and thank them for the sacrifice their children made with their lives. He wanted to marry Paul and Negan was making that possible. He had to marry Negan too, which was fine. He hardly knew him but he would at least be safe with Negan.

He closed his eyes while his winning outfit was being designed. "The crystal hand will be done soon." He was told as Deanna walked in. She brushed the hair out of his face, he lowered his eye. "That looks so real." Deanna whispered looking over the fake eye that had replaced his left one. The same shining blue color seemed to look back at her.

"Negan had it made as similar to my other... it just can't see."

"You'll be fine."

"I can never use my bow again... I can't hunt I ca-."

"You're going to be living here in the capital, why would you need to do that?" Deanna asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"It's just how I survived..."

"Now you don't have to." She remarked softly. "You'll be safe within the capital. Fed the finest foods. Given everything and anything you need."

Daryl only nodded, everyone was fussing over him. He was the talk of all of Panem. Everyone wanted to make sure he was okay after the brutal fight he had endured. He was the capital's sweetheart, they desired answers. Caesar was hyping their interview up which was getting people excited.

The suit that was being made for him was sleek and black, it looked nearly normal until he noticed the feathers being added around the neck and on the shoulders. He rolled his eye, he didn't see why they had to make everything so fluffy. Once he finally had the suit on he looked himself over in the mirror. He wanted to hide his hand, but it was clear they wanted to emphasize it.

He survived even having been mutilated.

Daryl let out a soft sigh as they fluffed up the feathers. His hair was cleaned up, it had grown a bit while in the arena and they wanted to work with it. They added some beads to the strands of hair.

"You ready?"

Daryl looked himself over. "Is the hand finished?"

"Almost."

"Once it's done." He retorted. "I'll be ready once it's done..."

Deana only nodded, she understood his nervousness. "You know you look great right?"

"I- I just feel weird.. Being one handed isn't bad it's just different and I don't know how to handle this. I'm also half blind now... what am I supposed to do... how am I supposed t-."

"Negan and Paul will take care of you."

"Tha-."

"The capital will take care of you."

"Can I give my winnings to my district?" Daryl asked, trying to change the subject. Deanna looked him over, no one had asked to give their winnings to anyone but themselves.

"I don't know if it's allowed. We would have to ask, to be safe, don't say anything about it alright?"

Daryl only nodded. He didn't trust the capital, even with marrying Negan. He hoped he could convince him to end the games. However he knew until Negan truly took power they would have nothing to do with the games make, or change it. His father still had control, and likely would for a while.

Daryl smiled as a doctor walked in, a crystal hand was presented to him. They helped him strap it onto his stump, Daryl looked it over with interest, he couldn't move the fingers so he was still only able to use one hand which he would have to learn how to use his opposite hand regularly. He felt helpless, he hadn't even gotten to see Negan or Paul since he came out of the arena. They were asked to wait till after the interview. They tried to do that without having them see anyone they love or care for to get real raw emotions from them and the story would be fresh.

Daryl was pacing as the cameras got ready, people were on the edge of their seats to see Daryl, and Caesar had some surprises for the crowd and Daryl. Daryl was awaiting his cue. Caesar was talking to people about the harrowing game, and was starting to hype up the entrance of Daryl.

"Now the sweetheart of the capital, the first winner from District 10. Daryl Dixon." The music boomed as Daryl made his way onto the stage. Clapping erupted, Daryl felt exposed being on the stage but he just smiled and waved with his good hand. "Welcome back, we are all so excited to see you have come back from the Arena. If I could have bet, I would have been betting on you."

Laughter erupted from the crowd. Daryl tried to smile through it. "So can you tell us about your time in the Arena, we all want to know what you were thinking."

"I- I was scared but wanted to keep going. I felt that keeping Cyndie and Andrea alive as long as I could was my main goal. I know that eventually if it had come down to the three of us there would have been bloodshed but I wouldn't have changed the way I played the games if I had to do it again." People were clapping in favor of him.

He lowered his eyes hearing the crowd applaud, he still felt horrible. The people he cared for were dead, he was now going to have live his life remembering their faces, hearing their screams.

His eyes met with Caesar, and he tried not to yell at him. He was smiling like nothing bad had happened, like children hadn't died.

How was he supposed to do this without panicking, how was he supposed to talk like nothing bad happened?

He put on his best smile as he saw the camera coming close.

This would be a long interview.