A Survivor's Diary of the Apocalypse (TWD/Daryl Dixon)

S6Pt7 - Road Kill

Daryl drove us back into the town we got ambushed in. Everything was quiet and we saw no signs of anyone.
Down the street I noticed a building with the word 'DIXONS' written on the wall with spray paint.
Daryl parked outside by the curb and a minute later we saw Abraham and Sasha walking out the building.
I moved closer to Daryl as they squeezed into the seat, and I smiled at them.
"Nice to see you two again." I said.
"Glad you guys didn't become roadkill out there." Abraham said.
"Thanks." I said and lightly smirked. "Me too."
I saw Daryl trying to hide his smirk and I playfully nudged his arm.
"Let's go home." I said.
He nodded and began driving away. As we left town, Daryl used Sasha's radio to try and contact the group.
"Hello." Daryl spoke into the radio.
All we heard was static.
"Hello. Is anyone there? Hello." Daryl said.
The radio was still static but we heard a voice coming through. They were trying to say something but no one understood.
"Repeat." Daryl said, but it was static. "Anyone?"
We waited impatiently, hoping for the voice to come back.
"...Help..." They said.
I looked at Daryl and he looked at me, and I knew what both of us were thinking.
"Lee."
Daryl dropped the radio and pressed down on the gas, speeding back home. Something bad was happening, Lee was in danger, and home needed our help.
Well, help was coming.

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We still probably had about 10 miles to go, and Daryl was racing time at this point.
Everyone was quiet at this point, all stuck in our own thoughts. Abraham was looking out the window and Sasha was staring straight ahead. I moved my head to rest on Daryl's shoulder and he put his hand on my thigh.
He kept on driving until something caught his eye.
"Damn it." He said.
"What now?" Abraham asked, now looking down the road.
Ahead of us in the middle of the street was a gang on men on motorcycles, and they blocked the road. Daryl began slowing the truck down until it came to a complete stop a few feet from the gang.
"Why don't you come on out?" The gang's leader called out. "Join us on the road."
We all looked at each other and Daryl nodded at us. We had no other choice. So, we slowly got out of the truck, closed the doors, and lined up in front of them.
All the men were holding a gun and the leader stood up to lean on his motorcycle.
"That's great. Going right out the gate." He said. "Now, step two. Hand over your weapons."
"Why should we?" Daryl gruffly spoke up.
"Well, because they aren't yours." The man said, like it was obvious.
"Then who's are they?" I asked.
The man looked at me and smiled. "They, pretty lady, belong to Negan. Matter of fact, all of your property now belongs to Negan."
We all stood silent and no one moved. The man sighed and took a step forwards.
"Now, if you can get your hands on the tanker, you're people our person wants to know." He said. "Now let's get those side arms, shall we?"
The man walked up to Daryl and held out his hand for a weapon.
"Right now." He ordered.
Daryl grabbed a pistol that was tucked in his pants and gave it to the man.
"Thank you." He said, then walked up to me.
"I don't have any." I said.
Honestly I didn't because I gave my only guns to Dwight and Honey.
"Come on now, can we not?" He said.
"I already gave them up to some other asshole, sorry." I said and shrugged at him.
"You should check her." One man called out.
"Yeah, give us a show." Another called out.
I saw Daryl getting pissed off at the guys and I couldn't blame him. The men whistled and hollered at me but I remained calm.
"Come on, let's--" One man said, but the leader in front of me turned around quickly and stared at them.
"Shut up!" He yelled, and they instantly stopped. "Boss doesn't work that way."
He then turned back around and took one more looked at me before he moved onto Sasha. She gave up her rifle and the man moved onto Abraham, who was just staring him down.
"If you have to eat shit," He began. "Best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. Goes quicker."
Abraham reached for his gun slowly and handed it to the man. He nodded and walked back over to his motorcycle.
"Who are you people?" Sasha asked, breaking the silence.
"I get the curiosity, but we have questions ourselves before we hear yours. We'll be the ones asking them while we drive you back to wherever place you call home." He said. "To take a gander at where you... hang your hats... First though, your shit. What else have you got for us?"
"Yeah, you just took it." Daryl said.
"Don't try to play dumb. There's more." The man said. "There's always more."
We refused to move and the guys were getting impatient.
"T, will you take my man over here to the back of the truck? Start inside of the back bumper and work towards the front." The man ordered.
A tall guy walked over to Daryl and shoved him towards the back of the truck, out of my eyesight.
"Bite, chew, swallow... repeat." The man said.
"Who's Negan." Abraham spoke.
The man pulled out a gun and aimed it straight at Abraham's head, and we all tensed.
"Ding dong. Hells bells." He said abnoxiously. "You see, usually we introduce ourselves by popping one of you right off the bat, but you seem like reasonable people. Like I said, we are going to drive you back to where you live, but do you know how awkward it is carpooling with someone's friend or friends you just killed? Ugh, awkward." He said. "But, I told you not to ask any questions.. then what does this ginger do?"
They just intensely stared each other down.
"So that's that." The man said. "I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me."
A second later, the man cocked his gun, but Abraham didn't even flinch, though Sasha panicked.
"Wait." Sasha interrupted with a shaky voice, then cleared her throat. "Wait. You don't have to do this."
The man pulled out a second pistol and aimed it at Sasha.
"Shut up." Abraham told Sasha, trying to keep the heat off of her.
"What about you?" The man then asked me. "Have anything to say doll?"
I just looked at him and shook my head. I rather bite my tongue at this moment to keep my friends safe, rather than go off and have him kill one of us.
The man chuckled at me and lowered his guns, which made us all let out a long breath we were holding in.
"You.." He said and clicked his tongue a couple times. He walked up to me, and moved a strand of my hair with his gun. "The big man is gonna like you."
I moved my head away and the man then backed up.
"As for the rest of you, I'm not going to kill you. I'm sure we can make some use out of you." He said as he walked back to his bike.
He then turned around and paused.
"Wait... wait." He began and looked at Sasha and Abraham. "Yes I am."
He aimed is gun and was about to fire at them. Before I could even say anything, I was cut off by an explosion. The blast was so powerful that it knocked all of us backwards. Sasha and Abraham hit the ground but I slammed into the hood of the truck since it was behind me, and fell to the ground.
I looked ahead of me to see what happened, and all that was left of the gang was limbs and metal. I then looked to my left and saw Daryl holding a bazooka. He huffed as he saw the mess and the put the bazooka on the hood of the truck. Then he looked at us.
"You guys alright?" He asked.
We all nodded and stood up, but I was in a lot of pain. My ears were still ringing, I was a little lightheaded, and my back and side was burning. Daryl quickly walked up to me and held me up. I winced at his touch on my side and remembered the roadrash from earlier, which was now again bleeding through my shirt.
"Kell, how you feeling?" Daryl asked.
"I'm fine." I said, and then looked at Daryl's arm that had fresh blood on it. "What about you?"
"Son of a bitch was stronger than he looked." Daryl said.
I just sighed and rested my hand on his cheek and lightly kissed him. Daryl then led us to the back of the truck where we found a stash of guns and ammo.
I grabbed two more pistols and a machine gun. Sasha grabbed another rifle, and Abraham got a pistol and machine gun. Daryl grabbed one extra rocket for the bazooka and a pistol, and after him we all grabbed extra ammo.
Before we walked away we saw the guy who was with Daryl dead on the ground. I just stared at him and then groaned.
"You sure you're okay?" Daryl asked me.
"Babe, I'm fine." I said quietly.
Sasha walked up to me with a rag and pointed at my shirt. I lifted it up and the rash was slightly bleeding again and Sasha put the rag on it. I winced in pain as I held it there and lowered my shirt.
"Let's get you guys fixed up, and home." Sasha said.
Daryl wrapped his arm around my waist to help me walk and stared at the now dead gang.
"Bunch of assholes." He muttered.
He then lifted me into the truck and the rest followed behind. Daryl started up the truck and we took one last look at the mess.
"Nibble on that." Abraham said.
I smirked at his comment once again, and Daryl continued to drive us home. We still didn't know what was going on and I didn't know what to expect.
What I do know though, is that my son needs me.