RIDE OR DIE | DARYL DIXON

god's plan

IT WAS EASY to start settling down more within the prison once the group found out that there were only two prisoners left.

A few days have gone by, and each day the group worked on securing the prison even more.

Rick had Carol and Willow move some cars to the west entry of the prison yard to completely block it off. The rest of the group worked on moving the bodies and burning them.

"Gonna be a long day." T-Dog said, shielding his eyes from the sun with his arm.

Carol and Willow stepped beside the group after moving the last car.

"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help." Carol asked the men.

"Up in the guard tower." Daryl answered, pointing to the guard tower ahead of them.

"Guard tower?" Rick questioned, looking up at it. "They were just up there last night."

Willow laughed quietly to herself, Carol joining in.

"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl yelled, trying to get their attention.

Shortly after, the guard tower door flew open at the top, Glenn walking out in just pants.

"Hey, what's up guys?" He yelled down to them, fumbling with his shirt in his hands awkwardly.

The rest of them began laughing again.

"You comin'?" Daryl asked enthusiastically.

"What?" Glenn responded quickly.

"You comin'?" Even Daryl let a smile creep onto his face. "Come on, we could use a hand."

"Yeah, we'll be right down." Glenn responded, stepping back into the tower quickly to get dressed.

Willow turned to Daryl, laughing. "That was foul, Dixon."

He nudged her lightly as they followed Rick to their next job, but turned around when T-Dog caught their attention.

"Hey, Rick?" 

They looked at T-Dog staring ahead at the entrance to the prison.

Their smiles faded when they saw the two prisoners walking outside into the yard, staring at them.

"Come with me." Rick said to Daryl, Willow and T-Dog, leading them up the yard and to the prisoners.

"That's close enough." Rick said harshly, the prisoners stopping in their tracks. "We had an agreement."

Willow stood between Daryl and Rick, keeping her hand on the knife on her side. She wanted to trust the men, but she felt that she would regret it later if she ever did.

"Please, mister. We know that. We made a deal. But you gotta understand... we can't live in that place another minute. You followin' me?" Axel spoked with a thick southern accent. "All the bodies- people we knew. Blood, brains everywhere. There's ghosts."

Willow couldn't help but roll her eyes at the childish man in front of her.

"Why don't you move the bodies out?" Daryl asked.

"You should be burning them like T-Dog said." Willow added.

"We tried. We did." Axel responded.

"The fence is down on the far side of the prison." Oscar explained beside Axel. "Every time we drag a body out, those things just line up. Dropping the bodies and just running back inside."

"Look, we had nothing to do with Tomas and Andrew. Nothing!" Axel stepped forward, his arms out to come across more reasonable. "You trying to prove a point? You proved it, bro. We'll do whatever it takes to be a part of your group. Just please, please... don't make us live in that place."