The Dixons

Chapter 3

Daryl's POV:
There we are, the three of us standing at the edge of the forest looking at the prison. I looked for anything, or anyone. The girls followed behind me as we got closer.

As we got closer to the entrance we saw all of them. Walkers piled against the gate pushing it in. I took out my knife with Kaitlyn and we started to quietly kill them. We killed about half of them and it lowered the indent.

Ellie had made it to the entrance and got someone to open it.

"Daryl! Kaitlyn! Come on!" she called.

Kaitlyn and I ran over and we all entered as the door closed. A young boy pointed a gun at me and the girls.

"Who are you? How'd you find us?" He asked.

Dylan's POV:
Three people ran through the gate and I closed it lifting my gun up to them.

"I'm Kaitlyn, that's my brother Daryl and my little sister Ellie." The girl said.

"Why are you he-"

"Dylan put your gun down." I looked back and it was my older brother.

I huffed and shoved the gun in my holster. I crossed my arms as my broth came over.

"Hi I'm Carl and what's your names?" My brother asked.

"I'm Kaitlyn, that's Ellie and Daryl." Kaitlyn said. I rolled my eyes and walked away from them.

Carl's POV:
"Welcome, lets get you all inside. My dad is gonna determine if you can stay with us." I said starting to head to the cell block.

As they came inside the cell block I called my dad out. He came out and pulled out his gun pointing it at them. Daryl lifted his crossbow up.

"Dad! They're good. Just ask them the questions." I convinced.

They put their weapons down and put them away. My dad sighed and I waited for him to ask the questions.

"How many walkers have you all killed?" Was the first question.

Kaitlyn: "A lot. Maybe 60 or more."
Daryl: "Maybe hundreds I didn't count."
Ellie: "Not many, five at least."

"Okay, how many people have you killed?" Was number two.

Kaitlyn: "Two, my mom and dad."
Daryl: "Four."
K: "Zero."

"And why?" My dad asked.

K: "They turned into a walker."
D: "They were trying to kill my sisters."
E: "No one."

Ricks POV:
I thought about my decision. They were strong, useful, smart. I sighed and then my sons came into my cell.

"Anything?" Carl asked me.

"I'm thinking about letting them stay."

"Really?" Carl said with a small grin.

I nodded and Dylan rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Can I tell them?" Carl asked. I nodded. He ran out with a grin.