Never ending nightmare - 【Daryl Dixion】book one

CHAPTER SIX

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(Warning!: language)

"Because I'm a surgeon." Willow stated simply the words echoing through each of the members heads.

"Surgeon?" Daryl was the first to speak. The knife in his hands clattered to the ground as he took big steps toward the girl, his hand grabbing a handful of her shirt. It happened fast. "Ya say somethin now!" He growls out his eyes going dark.

Willow's calm, her hand reaching to her back to make sure Charlie was okay, that's all she cared about. "If I were you I'd let go." She spoke her voice calm and collected. To her right was blue, a low growl forming in his chest, his sharp teeth baring.

Daryl was fuming how could somebody just forget to mention something as important as that. " 'ur a fuckin idiot." He cursed his knuckles white at how tight he was holding onto her shirt.

Willow warned him again this time with a small knife pressed into his side right where his liver should have been located. "Let go asshole." She hissed the tip of the small blade pressing into his skin. Blue continued to growl ready to attack.

"Ya gonna let that mutt of yours attack me?" Daryl mumbled a slight hint of humor in his words. "He won't unless I give the command and if I were I'd back up because he has one hell of a bite darling." Willow's tongue darted out, coating her dry cracked lips in saliva.

With a huff Daryl moved away letting go of the girls shirt. "Easy boy." Willow touched blue's nose with her finger, a weird action that seemed to calm the dog down.

"Last shirt I had." The young girl sighed trying to rub out the wrinkles. "And for your I'm formation...if I knew what was happening I would've spoken up." She looked at Daryl as she slipped her knife back into its sheath. "Being an asshole won't fix your problems and certainly not to the only person who could possibly save her son's life." Was Willow being a jerk? Yes but Daryl deserved it.

"If 'ur lyin just to get a free ride then I'll gut ya and 'ur mutt." Daryl spat as he picked up his knife.

"Well that's a bit extreme." Glenn shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "He won't gut you or your dog." He looked towards Willow reassuring her.

"I will." The redneck grumbled as he continued to slice the deer.

"Trust me once I get some gas and find a car seat I'm on my way." Willow bounced Charlie as he began to fuss.

"No." Carol spoke up for the first time since the girl had shown up. "You can't go." She spoke soft and so meekly like if she were to speak up any louder she'd be smacked or yelled. Willow knew the signs of abuse hell she even experienced it she knew the signs all too well. "What about Carl? I know there's a doctor with him now...b-but you're a surgeon!" Carol placed her hand over the girls. "Please. We need you."

Willow listened mentally weighing her options. She could leave and get the hell away from the deer slicing psycho or she could take this opportunity and help someone. "Fine. Fine." She sighed nodding her head. "I'll help."

Daryl scoffed from his spot but the dead deer. "Then 'ur on 'ur way." The deer was soon chopped into pieces, some got jerky and some for stews.

"I won't be going anywhere without gas." Willow had pulled Charlie out of the small pack on her back. "Or a car seat." Charlie rested his cheek against her shoulder, his fingers in his mouth as he shyly looked at the group of strangers.

"Well, look at you." Grinned Dale a sniper on his back. He reached out to the baby, her wrinkly fingers grabbing ahold of Charlie's small chubby ones. "Haven't seen a baby in what seems like forever." The old man gave his hand a small squeeze. "What's the little guy's name?" Dale looked to Willow with a grin playing on his face, small beads of sweat slowly dripping down the sides of his face. "Charlie..his name is Charlie."