Eternally Yours || Daryl Dixon

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Daryl and Merle Dixon looked nothing alike. She would have never guessed if someone hadn't told Lucy that they were related. Merle was... Merle, but Daryl – he was different. His hair was growing out, reaching the nape of his neck. His lips were not thin, not like Merle's and his head wasn't nearly as big as Merle's. Internally, Lucy chuckled at her dig, her eyes raking over the man. The sleeves to his shirt were cut off, revealing bulging muscles, and his legs were covered by what Lucy could only assume was once denim. Facial hair peppered his face, complementing his rugged looks, and his harsh demeanor only drew Lucy in. He was handsome compared to his harsh older brother. The only thing that was similar between the brothers was the eyes. They both harbored the same shade of light blue, mean eyes.

"Weapons," Lucy snapped back to reality and turned her attention to the here and now. The man in front of her oozed with authority and his jaw muscle ticked as he continued to study her cautiously. She didn't want to give up her weapons, but she was in their house, so she had to play by their rules. If prison rules still applied, then she would try taking him down to show her dominance, but he was at least bordering on six feet, maybe two or three inches shy, and could easily take her down before she could even get a single punch in.

Begrudgingly, Lucy placed her hatchet down on the steel table and reached for her boot, only grabbing one knife and placing it next to her other discarded weapon. If this group turned out to be bad news, she would need a weapon on her to defend herself to get the hell out of here. The man motioned to her back, signaling that he wanted the gun as well. She had almost forgotten that she had a gun! She didn't have the ammo to waste to dispose of deadites, so it went untouched and forgotten on her back. Sighing, she removed the weapon from her person and laid it down, watching as the leader scooped up her weapons.

"The doors are all locked," The leader spoke, "You'll be safe here," He turned towards the woman and pointed to her leg, "and we can treat that." The woman took in her surroundings as she retreated into a corner, a deep scowl on her face.

"We didn't ask for your help," She seethed, taking Lucy by surprise. She didn't know they were a team all of a sudden. The woman gave off lone-wolf vibes, and she didn't mind it, but she definitely didn't expect to be roped in with her as a unit.

"Doesn't matter," The leader shrugged and turned on his heel, "Can't let you leave."

As soon as the cell door separating the atrium and the cellblocks clanged shut and locked, Lucy found herself pacing off to the side, her thumbnail popping into her mouth and her teeth going to town on it. Prison was never a fun place to be, and even now, in this post-apocalyptic world, it still wasn't fun. It brought up too many memories – memories that were long buried and on the verge of being forgotten. The idea of being in a cell again didn't sit well, and she couldn't help but feel the need to watch her back constantly. In prison, Lucy wasn't exactly well-liked, and she spent a lot of time in solitary for both her own protection and because she was always getting into a lot of brawls. She was a fighter, that much she had to admit, but she was always sporting a new black eye and some bruised ribs every two weeks. A shiver went down her spine as she lightly fingered the raised scar in her abdomen, remembering the feeling of the shiv entering her body.

The air between the two women was tense and hostile. The woman kept her eyes glued to the neurotic, pacing woman, studying and trying to get a read on her. Back in Woodbury, she didn't see much of the wild-haired woman, but from the way she and Merle interacted, she knew that they had to be close. If she was close with Merle, she had to be close to the Governor, which meant that she couldn't be trusted. The wall she always put between her and strangers solidified, and her eyes never failed to observe the woman as she chewed on her thumbnail and rubbed a spot on her abdomen. Can't trust her, kept ringing through her head as she studied her.