Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Sixty Three| Getting Answers

⛏️Daryl⛏️

I enter the cellar and find Kara standing guard with our two skin wearers in the cell. She looks up at my appearance and I glance at the rip in her plaid shirt, just below her shoulder, spotting the stitches that Siddiq or Enid gave her to close the wound. The moment she sees me the girl gets off the chair and crawls to the corner of the cell where the guy wraps his arm around her.

I'm wondering how far he'll go to keep her safe. Maybe tell me what I want to know. "Who are you?" They remain silent so I unlock the cell, pulling the door open. "Answer the question." I step inside and she stares up at me, fearful while the male just keeps a neutral demeanor. "You wanna die? Is that it?"

"Daryl, what is your problem?!"

"Quiet," I shout back at Henry before addressing them again. "Do you?" She gasps softly and I point to where I came from. "People up there just buried a good man. And they are ready to string you up right now. All I got to do is drag your ass up them steps." She still doesn't respond and the guy holds her tighter.

"How many in your group?"

"I already told you—" Fed up with this bullshit I lunge forward and grab her by the arm, yanking her to her feet, and out of the blonde's grip. "Get up!"

"Hey!" The male jumps to his feet as I push her against the bars, hand around her throat. "Jake, don't!" Kara speaks for the first time since I came down. "How many in your group?!"

"Ten! Ten! There were ten of us!" She holds her hands up to grip the bars. "I think. We wore masks to blend in. We didn't have names. I mean… I mean, we did, but we didn't use them."

"How long you been out around here?"

"I don't know. We moved around with the- with the dead. I mean, the skins made them leave us alone. They protected us, so we protected them."

"You got a camp? Walls?"

"Walls? Walls don't keep you safe. Places like this don't make it. They never make it. That's how it is. My mom and me, we saw it happen over and over. I barely remember the world before all this. But my mom, she told me how it was changing, how we had to change with it, how we needed the dead and each other to keep safe. We're never alone."

"Why'd your people kill our people?" She doesn't answer and I pull my knife from its sheathe and hold it in front of her face, threateningly. "Tell me!"

"We're always gonna kill you, okay?! It's just what people do now. Everybody still alive's a threat. It's us or them."

"How many people in your group?"

"I already—"

"The truth!" I shout and she flinches. "It is the truth!"

"Don't lie to me!"

"My mom! It's just my mom. She's a good person. Please don't go looking for her. Please. She's just one woman, out there alone."

"You said your people were never alone."

"She- she was at the cemetery. She got separated, but just her."

"Liar!" She begins pleading, but I grab her by the arm and start dragging her toward the cell door. "No! No, I told you the truth!"

"Tell him," the male urges as she clutches onto the bars to prevent me from dragging her out. "I did!"

"Lydia, tell him or I will! Just tell him!" The blonde shouts. "Daryl!" Henry yells and my anger rises. "Shut up!"

"That was everything!"

"Lydia! Just tell the truth!"

"Daryl, stop!" Henry shouts again. "Dad," Kara says and comes over to grab my arm. "That's enough. Drop it for now." I look down at the girl as she sobs, I glance over to Jake, apparently Kara got his name. He looks back at me and from his expression I can tell that he really does care for this girl. He's willing to talk.