My Little Girl {Daryl Dixon Story}

Chapter 23

Daryl's POV

"So where the fuck are we going?" I ask staring out the window as the truck rushes down the old dirt road.

"Away" Merle grunted and held his death grip on the steering wheel.

"Why?" I ask curiously, I mean I should have a right to know why the hell my brother came home bloody and beaten and tells me to pack up our stuff and leave with him.

Merle sighs and rubs his hand over his face. "We just can't be there.." he answers, still avoiding my question.

"Well wha' the hell happened to ye'... why ye' all bloody and shit.?" I ask.

He looks from the road over to me and looks in the rear view mirror. "ran into some not so friendly people."

"She thinks yer mad at 'er" Merle adds and nods back to Peyton.

I sigh and rub my hand over my face as the things I said and did replay through my head. "I feel like an ass for it" I confess and look back at my sleeping daughter.

"Cause ye' are" Merle jokes and punches my shoulder.

"Shut up man" I bark back at him.

As we drive down our private dirt road that leads to the highway, we see headlights up ahead. "Who the fuck is tha'?!" I ask.

"Shit, they said a week!" Merle grunts and picks up the speed.

"Wha' the fuck are ye' talkin' about?!" I yell at him, I just really want to know what the fuck is going on.

Merle looks over at me as we get closer to the car. "Buckle up baby brotha" he tells me and steps on the gas.

Quickly, I strap the seatbelt in and look back at Peyton to make sure she's buckled up. Thankfully she is.

As we pass the car the swerves at us, causing Merle to have to drive off in the ditch to avoid them hitting us.

Merle drives off as fast as the truck will go and the car turns around and starts chasing after us. "Wha' do they wan'?!" I ask holding onto the door handle.

Merle looks over at me and sighs. "Peyton".

I feel my heart start to pick up and my eyes go wide before anger surges through me. "Oh hell no.. They ain't fuckin' touchin her! Who the hell are they?!" I yell.

"It's Debra" Merle says and my hands ball into fists as I punch to dash board. "Fuckin bitch!" I growl.

"Daddy?" I hear Peyton's soft voice ask from behind me.

I turn around and look at her as she sits up and rubs her eyes. "Hey baby.. Why don' ye' go back to sleep ok?" I tell her.

"Where are we going?" She asks innocently.

"Baby jus' go back to sleep" I try telling her again.

"But daddy I'm not tired" she pouts.

I groan and rub my face. As I do the car following us picks up speed and pulls beside us, trying to knock us off the road.

Peyton squeals in the backseat and starts whimpering. "Fuck Merle go faster" I yell at him.

"I can't .. your shitty ford don't go that fast" he grumbles.

"Daddy I'm scared" Peyton cries in the backseat.

"I know sweethear' ... It'll be ok.. Everything's gonna be alrigh'" I try to assure her... to be honest I'm fucking scared as hell too. Before she had time to say anything else, the car slams into the side of us, causing the truck to jerk to the side and roll of a pretty large hill.

All i saw was;

Grass
Sky
Grass
Sky
Grass
Sky
Nothing.

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I wake up groaning, my head pounding and ribs aching. I look at my surroundings and notice in inside in ambulance. I have a IV stuck in my arm and my left eye is swollen shut.

The door opens and a female nurse lady comes in. "Glad to see you're awake... the other man in the truck is doing fine, he only has a fractured wrist and minor concussion... You both are lucky to survive that crash" she informs me. Relief washed over me to know that my brother is ok. But as soon as it came it left when I realized she didn't say anything about Peyton.

"My daughter.. is she ok?" I croak out, my voice is hoarse.

The lady gives me a confused look and raises her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"My daughter.. is she.. is she ok?" I repeat.

As I say that another male nurse is standing at the door and looks at the nurse standing next to me. "How's he doing?" He asks her.

"Fine but, I think he has a concussion.." She informs him

"Where is she?!" I ask again louder this time.

"Sir, it was only you and your brother in the truck.. there wasn't a girl in there."

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A/n: dun dun dunnnnnnnnn.... I'm evil.

Short authors note for this chapter bc I'm busy rn.

Questions:

1.) Why do you think Debra and Joe came early instead of waiting the week?

2.) Do you think Merle has something to do with it?

3.) Is Peyton ok? ((Injury from the crash wise))

4.) Why do you think Debra wants her so bad?

5.) What is Daryl and Merle gonna do now?!

~xoxo~