Turtle Power: The Walking Dead

Chapter Two: Redneck Ninja:

Daryl's POV: 

It takes some time but the community adjusts- and after Raph punches Spencer across the town, no one dares to talk shit about them being mutants and doesn't dare say the word freak around them anymore.

I find myself pulled towards the Hamato's. I was one of the first to start training with Splinter. After a few weeks, others started asking Splinter and the Turtles if they could learn Ninjutsu as well. And soon enough, Master Splinter and Leo were leading classes out in the large yard behind their house, which was next door to mine. 

Rick had even come by a few times for classes, along with Carl. Rick, Carl, and I decided we would work on building an actual dojo soon for the Hamato's. 

Raphael and I have started to become close. We often go on hunting trips, a few days at a time, together and bring back game and whatever we scavenge on the way back. 

He's fairly funny sometimes. And his ability to throw his blades, Sais, with such deadly precision causes me to frequently have to pull myself away from admiring the way his muscles flex.

I kinda wish Raphael could come with us when we go to Hilltop. Jesus had promised not to say anything about the mutants when he had come across them after escaping where we had him tied up at. He said that his people wouldn't believe him anyway if he even did say anything. Gregory would probably think he finally snapped. 

Raphael had thrown Jesus down the stairs of his house and kicked him out his front door, which Rick, Michonne, Carl, and I had heard the commotion from next door and we charged out with our weapons raised and blinked in surprise at seeing Jesus out. Then I had to fight laughter as Raphael held him upside down by his ankles in one hand and Jesus swung around angrily. 

"You guys just going to stand there and let me get killed by this green dude?" Jesus shouted at us. 

I snorted, "I doubt Raphael will kill ye. Not yet anyway."

Raphael casually shrugged as his family slowly came out of his house, "I'm very tempted to snap his pretty boy neck. Made me drop my favorite coffee cup."

Rick sighed and slowly rubbed the sleep from his face, "Raphael, if you could please let Jesus go-"

"Jesus? The hell kinda name is that? Is it 'cause of ya pretty boy hair?" Raphael questioned, a sneer on his face, "What's your real name?"

"Paul Rovia."

Rick cleared his throat and Raphael sighed before dropping the blonde on his head.

"Thanks, I guess," Jesus muttered as he stood. 

I pointed my crossbow at him as he stood, "Now, tell me why I shouldn't put an arrow in ye?"

Glenn ran to me in a nervous wreck, pulling me from my thoughts, "Maggie is sick. Something is wrong. Rick is getting a group together to take her to Hilltop to see that doctor. You coming with?"

"Yeah, I'll meet ye guys at the gate in ten."

Glenn nodded and ran off. I sighed and made my way from my porch, putting out my cigarette, and going over to the Hamato's porch, letting myself in and found Raphael in the kitchen..

The tall mutant turned to me, a brow raised as he glanced at the clock on the wall and then glanced at me.

"I still have another thirty minutes before I'm supposed to be meeting ya at the gates. What's up, Dixon?" Raphael asked, eating another pop tart and sipping his tea. 

I sighed and leaned against the kitchen doorway, barely acknowledging the sound of Master Splinter coming down the stairs. 

"Maggie is sick and Glenn's freakin' out, which of course is freakin' the rest of us out. We're heading out for Hilltop in ten minutes. We'll have to go hunting when I get back," I explained.