"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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𝚡𝚟𝚒 ; 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚇𝙾𝙽 ༒
Merle and Anka quickly drove past places. They glanced between eachother, eyes connecting towards a place. A red sign with white letters printed on it. 'Big Jakes'. Merle smirked nudging her with his elbow. "One last drink before our suicide mission, what ye say Princess?"
Anka smirked and nodded her head. They both got out of the car, walking towards the bar they pulled up to. She felt the cassette tape in her pocket pushing against her leg. She pulled it out completely forgetting about it. Swirling the tape in her hands, she could see the name of the album and the artist. Motörhead - Ace of Spades.
She pushes it back into her pocket, following after Merle into the bar. Walkers feet shuffled on the floor, attempting to get the the two while the reached for the free liquor they could find. Anka looked behind the cabinet, seeing two guns placed underneath it. With a bottle of whiskey each in their hands, they made their way back to the car. Anka pushed the cassette tape into the player, pressing play as rock music filled the car, attracting the attention of nearby walkers. The cracked open their bottles taking a chug out of their liquor each. Anka burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Can't believe that were probably going to go in their drunk."
"Tha's all you, sweetheart. I can hold my liquor unlike you females."
Anka rolled her eyes taking another swing of the whisky in her hands. "You with your sexist comments, never will change Merle. I'll see to it that none of us die. Not by the hands of any of them. I promise you Merle, you'll be able to see Daryl again."
Merle chuckled, his chapped lips meeting the opening of the glass bottle. He swung his head to the sides, observing the walkers that scratched at the front window. "Don't make promises ye can't keep, Murder Machine."
"Why do you do that?"
Merle turned his head, eyebrows furrowing at her sudden tone of anger. It wasn't out of character for Anka, everyone knew she had a short fuse depending on the situation. It was just surprising that it was happening now. "I don't know. I'm a damn mystery to myself."
Anka reached over to his lap, pulling out the different whisky bottle he had. She took a quick sip of his, gagging at the strong burning taste in her throat. She could just feel the alcohol running down her throat. Anka coughed out, holding her chest that exploded with small pains. She pointed her finger dramatically at the bottle in her hands. "No thats, disgusting... let's get going."
Merle nodded his head, reaching over and turning the music all the way. Fast and loose playing through the speakers while walkers found their way towards us. They scratched at our windows, wanting to taste the flesh on our skins. Merle placed his bottle to the window, pouring a little against the glass before slowly started the car, letting the walkers follow behind us while he drove towards the Barn they were suppose to meet.
