Lost // TWD // A Daryl Dixon Story

2.10

So here I am, bashing on the metal bars, shouting, and screaming to get out. I went from 24/7 surveillance to being locked in a cell with a guard. I'm starting to think this is worse.

Let's backtrack to yesterday afternoon. I was running towards the main gate. Still ignoring the footsteps behind me, I continue to run until a searing pain stops me.

"Motherfucker!" I instantly stop and glance at my shoulder, an arrow.

"You done yet?" Michonne asks, when did she get here.

"You fucking shot me, you asshole" I march towards Daryl, the oxcy still coursing threw my veins numbing the pain.

Ignoring the arrow still lodged in me, I let my fist fly causing Daryl to drop his crossbow. The shouting from around me getting ignored. I'm high and angry. Nothing is stopping me beating the crap out of Daryl. Punch after punch, his face bloody. I know full well he won't hit back, he won't try to stop me. He feels guilty. He blames himself for everything Merle had done to me. Rick's trying to pull me off Daryl who was now barely conscious, lying on the gravel path. He didn't need to. I get off Daryl, grabbing his knife from his waistband, whispering in his ear.

"Don't fuck with me, Daryl. Not until your willing to fight back." I stand up and grab his crossbow, ignoring the arrow still in my shoulder. I thought everyone was busy checking on Daryl, that was until I felt a sharp pain in my temple, and then blackness.

Walking towards a house, flashing lights and loud music. The sun was setting, and it was party time, Atom and Roxy in tow. The three of us have been friends for as long as I can remember, we grew up together, got high together, became fuckups together.

Atom looked like your regular bad boy, leather jacket, ripped jeans, dark brown hair, and tattoos. Roxy on the other hand was the popular girl, short skirts, no tattoos, and long bleached hair. People always stared when we were together, I don't blame them, the addict, the mean girl and the bad boy, a proper fucking cliché.

Walking into the party Roxy heads for drinks and Atom and I walk to find wherever Merle was. I wasn't surprised to see him out the back, away from prying eyes. He always was when he was selling.

"Fisher, damn yuh look good. Wut ya wantin'?" Merle looks me up and down sitting back in his chair. I see Atoms jaw clench a little. We weren't together, that's just the way he was, protective.

"I always look good. What ya got? Atoms paying" I smirk. Atom hands Merle cash and Daryl hands me a small bag of white powder. "As always, good doing business with you. Bye Daryl" I smirk walking hand in hand with Atom to find Roxy.

The three of us danced, got high, drank way too much, and had a great time. As most parties did with us, Roxy would be making out with a random guy, Atom would be off fucking someone new and I would end up dancing with strangers or getting high in the bathroom.

"Pretty tatted for 17," I was outside smoking when this guy came up to me.

"yup" I mumble, too high for this conversation.

"Tattoos, piercings, and not sober in the slightest, rebellious huh?" he smirks.

"And you're a fuckboy, got a name?" I ask uninterested exhaling the smoke.

"Miles, you?" he smiles at me, I offer him the cigarette in my hand which he gladly accepts.

"Cody" I smile taking the cigarette back.

That was when our trio became four, an addict, a bad boy, the mean girl and a fuckboy, like the fucking breakfast club, we were a strange group that worked. They were the best friends I had ever had.

I'm in withdrawal, I can feel it the second I opened my eyes. They knocked me out and locked me in a cell, those fuckers. So here I am, Screaming and shouting in my cell, bashing on the bars in hopes they give up and let me go.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you all, let me out!" I shout I know they can hear me; I can hear them talking lowly. "You first Daryl," I say knowing he's on guard duty right outside the cell, I can see the shadow of his crossbow. "Actually, no. That's too easy. I will kill everyone you care about first, make you watch. Carol, Rick, Carl, Maggie, Glenn, Hershel, Michonne, Judith. Then I will let you live, alone so all you can do is blame yourself. How does that sound huh?" I say in a singsong voice.

One thing I hadn't realised until my first stay in rehab was that drugs change you. I was a sweet kid, damaged but sweet. Then I found drugs, suddenly nothing mattered but getting another hit. I hurt everyone I loved and I'm doing it again. Saying anything I can so they let me out or give me something to shut me up. Sometimes it worked, most of the time it didn't.

"Shut up" he snaps refusing to face me.

I know I have hit a nerve with him, but I couldn't stop myself now. I had an idea, and it wasn't going to end well for either of us.