"We have to come to terms with what we are. We fight the dead, we fear the living, because in the end, we're all just a dead man walking."
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REPUBLISHING!!
「t.walkingdead Daryl Dixon ff
between S3+
WARNING:
Gore, Death...
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𝚡𝚟 ; 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻 ༒
Two walkers stood before the three of them. Snarling at them, reaching their rotten flesh, trying to claw at the fresh ones. Their conversation was tense, the air was harsh. It made all their bones rattle by the mere thought of having this conversation. Yet here they were, standing before eachother, the scary words leaving their mouths. "It's the only way. No one else knows."
Rick tilted his head, hinting at the people within the prison. "You gonna tell 'em?"
"Not till after. We have to do it today. It has to be quiet." Rick shook his head, clutching on tightly to the buckle of his belt. After telling Daryl about the deal with the governor, the mood changed immediately. Despite watching Daryl desperately try to keep Anka within this prison, Rick knew Daryl would come to his senses. In the end, their main focus was to save their people, Anka wasn't their people. She didn't even seem like she wanted to be from their first introduction. If only they heard her drunken talk two days ago, they would've known otherwise, maybe then that'd help change the choice. Daryl lifted his head from the ground asking about the plan. "We tell her we need to talk. Away from the others."
Daryl glances away from Rick, towards Hershel who avoided his eyes. Regardless of Daryls cold features, his heart was pounding in anger and frustration. He didn't want this. Not at all. He felt uncomfortable sending her away, it was against his morals and for other reasons he didn't even know. "Just ain't us, man."
"No. No, it isn't." Hershel raised his crutches to leave. Hershel was visibly not pleased with this, but if that meant he could keep his two daughters safe, he would do anything. He'd push away his morals and values for the sake of his family. He was hoping Daryl would do the same.
"We do this, we avoid a fight. No one else does." Rick whispered out to Daryl. Daryl knew what the price they had to pay, even if it was you, he could only fight the urge to argue. So Daryl nodded his head, turning towards the fence and looking out at the walker. "We need someone else."
They both knew exactly who he was referring too, someone who wouldn't feel guilty, someone heartless. Someone like Merle. "I'll talk to him." Rick shook his head. "I'll go with you—"
"No. Just me." Rick spun around, leaving Daryl to stand outside, watching the back of his friend. Rick made his way through the prison. He looked around, everyone was gathered in one part, while Merle was busy tearing up the beds, a mess forming everywhere. Rick stood there listening to Merles nonsense for a little while. Soon finding it enough and stating what he came to him for. "We need your help." Merle just laughs, sticking his tongue while Rick made his way completely up the stairs, close to the cell door where Merle was sitting in. "If we give the governor Anka, Woodbury stands down. I don't like it, but it's what needs to be done. We need to make it quiets we need your help with that."
