Lost // TWD // A Daryl Dixon Story

1.3

When I woke the next morning, it took me a few minutes to work out what had happened, I sat up and looked to Merle who lay naked beside me, that's when I notice my own lack of clothes, my mind thinking the worst I quickly got dressed and searched through Merle's pack for whatever pills I could find, hoping they would take away the thumping in my head. I packed up and tacked my horse up while lost in my head. My thoughts of leaving Merle before he woke were cut short when I looked over to see him getting dressed and packing our stuff up.

"What happened last night?" I asked quietly from the stable I was standing in, too afraid to even look at him.

"yu know wut happened, we had uh good night, drank an fucked" he said casually and before I could reply he grabbed our stuff and opened the barn door looking around before telling me it's safe, I bring my horse out and get on, he got in the truck and we went on our way to find a new town. The journey to our next destination wasn't overly long but all I could think about was how I had fucked Merle Dixon and hardly remember any of it. The worst bit is, if I was sober, I never would have let him touch me.

The next town we passed threw was different from any others we had found. It had a very old Texas movie look, shops were lining the streets, old saddles, and bridles on saddle racks outside bars, all in terrible condition. Merle was driving slowly while I rode next to him through the town. I was trying to pull myself out of my thoughts and keep an eye out for danger when we were stopped by 3 heavily armed men. I raised my bow. Only slightly lowering it when I saw a familiar face.

Daryl Dixon, wielding a crossbow and wearing his signature leather vest. I never thought I would see him again.

"Merle!?" one of the men asked, keeping their weapons pointed at us while walking over, Merle got out the truck greeting Daryl and ignoring the man who had just spoken, I stayed put watching the interaction unfold. Still aiming my bow at the 3 men who hadn't acknowledged me yet

"yall left me to die" Merle raised his voice before anyone could say anything else, drawing the attention of nearby walkers.

"Merle, have your little hissy fit later, we need to go'' I said slightly panicked from the large group of walkers approaching from the way we had just come. I was way too tired to fight today, the hangover and what happened last night wasn't making things easier. Everyone ignored me, Merle just gave me a look that told me to shut up. But I didn't. "Now'!" I said louder this time, lowering my bow and grabbing the reins, Merle, Daryl and the other two men looked to where I was looking, trying to understand my urgency. Daryl mounted a motorcycle and one of the men hopped in an SUV, the other hadn't moved, just staring at me in shock.

"Glen, let's go, come on," the man from the truck said before Glen joined him and we all sped off.

Merle was driving behind the SUV while I road threw the fields parallel to Daryl, we drove for about 15 minutes, me and my horse now getting tired, I was glad when we approached a gate, Daryl stops and opens it letting everyone threw before closing it after him and driving up the dirt road, towards a farmhouse. we stopped in front of the house and everyone left their vehicles, I stayed on my horse, feeling uneasy around the unknown people.

We had only been stopped a minute when Merle stormed off, Daryl following close behind, I watched from afar as they argued. I was too far away to hear and was interrupted by one of the men from earlier.

"I'm Rick, Rick Grimes," he smiled, extending his hand towards me. I shook his hand and dismounted my horse,

"Your not the cowboy mother fucker who handcuffed Merle to a roof are you?" I replied, my voice emotionless. He scratched the back of his neck before nodding. "I would have done the same '' I reassured him with a smile. "I'm Cody Fisher. Is this your place?"