angels and demons || daryl dixon // hiatus

5-

"Son of a bitch!"

He swore the southern drawl thick in his voice.

"That's my deer. Look at it all gnawed on by this filthy, disease bearing, motherless poxy bastard." Daryl cursed, kicking the walker between each word.

'So, this is the infamous Daryl Dixon,
bit of a temper.'

"Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?" Daryl motioned at the deer bending down in his knees.

"I would not risk that." Shane stated rubbing at the back of his neck. Shane too was an officer before this, he was Ricks partner at the 'King County Sheriffs Department' Shane had dark ebony eyes and messy brown curled-like hair, he displayed an uncanny aura the opposite of Ricks solicitous character.

"That's a damn shame." He spat standing up. "Got us some squirrel, 'bout a dozen or so, that ought to do." He informed walking off to towards campsite, the rest of the group and I following after. "Merle get your ugly ass outta here, got us some squirrel." Daryl hollered, expecting his brother to come out.

"Daryl, just slow down up a bit. I need to talk to you." Shane called out catching up to him.

"Bout' what?" Daryl glared at Shane unsure of what was happening, the group was closing at the two circling them into a ring like form suspicions rising at Daryl.

"There was problem in Atlanta, about Merle."

"He dead?" Daryl asked hesitantly the worry hinting.

"We're not sure."

"He either is or he ain't." Daryl snapped throwing the bundle of squirrels at the ground enraged.

"No easy way to say this, so I'll say it." Rick confronted stepping inside the ring.

"Who are you?" Daryl asked turning his attention from Shane to Rick.

"We're new to the group. I'm Rick Grimes, and her over there is [y/n] [l/n]." Rick pointed at me. Daryl's eyes flickered towards me, his eyes fixed on me for a mere second until he turned to Rick.

"Rick Grimes, you got something you want to tell me?" Daryl trudged dangerously close at Rick.

"Your brother was a danger to us all. So I hand cuffed him to a roof to a piece of metal, he's still there." Rick reasoned attempting to get on Daryl's good side.

"Hold on let me process this, you're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?" Daryl fumed curling his fists.

"It's not his fault." I squeaked out, the words slipping lingering in the air for a few seconds.
"Then who's is it sunshine, was it you?" Daryl accused glaring at me, intimidating me. "I n-no, of course not!" I stammered tripping over my words blushing furiously at the nickname.

'Sunshine?'

"It's not her fault. I had the key and I dropped it," T-Dog walked in his voice wavering slightly fearing he would get his face smashed by the fists of another Dixon.

"I dropped the keys down the drain."

It was silent for a few minutes Daryl seemed conflicted over the situation. He was wiping his face furiously attempting to hide his face from everyone, except I could see the tears brimming in his eyes since he was facing my way. It almost broke me seeing him like this, odd that I didn't know the man.

"Hell with all of y'all, just tell me where he is so's I can go get him." He bellowed, his voice cracking at the end.

"Alright, I'm going with him." Rick declared rushing to his wife Lori and companion Shane, reasoning with them meanwhile Daryl, Glenn and T-Dog ran towards the van.