Daryl's Girl

Chapter 4

I watched as Glenn and Tyler walked off in the opposite direction, questioning whether it was the right thing to do. A part of me hating that they'd split us up, but I knew it had to be done. It was the safest play for these people. They didn't know us, and at the very least, if anything, I figured it might do Tyler some good to be around other people. With the mind set he's gotten himself into, it's exhausting. We were just constantly going back and forth about what we should be doing and I knew it wasn't going to change. This way, the choice was taken away from him and as long as neither of us do anything stupid, we'll be fine. 

"Look, we don't know you." Rick sighed and I realized I'd been staring after them for way too long. "It's just reassurance."

"We don't need you tryin' nothin'." Daryl then said more aggressively, although it didn't really need saying.

"Daryl." Rick warned. You didn't have to be a genius to work out he was telling him to behave. They needed my help, and Rick knew that, but in order to do it, Daryl needed to play nice. Though, by looking at the two of them, I didn't think nice was something Daryl was capable of being, but I did get where he was coming from. They didn't know me. For all they knew, I was just leading them into the woods to kill them. That this was my plan all along.

I continued watching as the two men eyed each other before Rick turned back to me, wearing the warmest smile he possibly could. "Which way did she go?"

For a moment, I didn't move as I glanced between both men. As much as they didn't trust me, should I trust them? How was I supposed to know the second I turned my back they weren't gonna kill me, or worse? That Tyler wasn't already dead. I had no way of knowing, and whether I liked it or not, I'd gotten us into this situation and this was how it was going to play out.

"This way." I mumbled, trying to stay as calm as I could as I began walking back in the direction Tyler and I had come from. Rick and Daryl close behind.

Putting one foot in front of the other, I kept a level head as I lead the way back through the trees. We hadn't gone far, but I couldn't shake the thought of feeling like a prisoner, like I was being escorted somewhere by the police, especially considering the some what of a uniform Rick was wearing and the fact both men had guns on me. Come to think of it, there probably weren't many police left, if at all, and I scoffed at the thought, not realizing I was louder than I intended to be.

"What's so funny?" Daryl snapped.

"Nothing." I giggled, turning round to give him a mischievous glare. He just rolled his eyes and glanced over at Rick. I knew neither of them were taking me very seriously, that they were wondering why on earth they were following a random girl through the woods. It only make me giggle more. If I was gonna try something, I would've probably done it by now, but deep down, I knew I shouldn't be winding them up. If I ever wanted to get back to Tyler then, like Daryl, I needed to play nice. After all, I still didn't know what they were capable of.

With that in mind, I walked on ahead, the two strangers still behind me and I had to admit, there were a few moments where I had no idea where I was going, if I was even going the right way. It was too easy to get lost and it was becoming increasingly obvious that I was just making things up on the spot. So much so that it didn't really surprise me when Daryl eventually caught up and began walking besides me. 

"You sure she went this way?" He asked, scanning the ground, holding his crossbow out in front. "I don't see no tracks and you don't look like no tracker."

I glanced over and ignored his comment. The last thing I wanted was for them to know I didn't know where I was going, that I was winging it, just in case they tried something. I didn't know them, they didn't know me, and I didn't know where they'd taken Tyler. I saw my opportunity to finally stand up for myself and I took it and these two men were my ticket back to him. There was no way I was ready to lose somebody else.