The End of a New Beginning // Daryl Dixon

Part 73

Daryl

I walked around the Kingdom for a while. Not really sure where I should go, what I should do. I wanted to be back with Rick and others. I miss them. I miss Mer. I wanna go back there and make sure she's okay. I know she's depressed, hurt over Harley. I miss him, too. I wish I was there to stop it, push him out of the way, keep him back or something knowing how Negan is, how he's...violent and just a straight up asshole. He'll pull anything and would kill anyone he wants to kill. With just a snap of the fingers, his people will do anything they want.

I stepped down the stairs and noticed Morgan and a kid talking to the side. I noticed Morgan, King Ezekiel, Richard, Jerry and a few others all hopped in a car and drove off. All of a sudden their back.

"Hey." I call. Morgan turns to me. "Where'd you go in them trucks?" I ask. I walk down over to Morgan. "You went to see 'em, right?" I ask him.

"Yeah." He nods.

"Part of your deal?" I ask him. I could notice the blood stain on is shirt, along with the cut on his ear. "What the hell's wrong with you? You're bleeding. They did that to you. You know what they are."

"I do." He nods. I shook my head.

"You know, if Carol were here, she saw all that...if she knew about Abraham...and Glenn...she'd be leadin' us right to 'em, ready to kill 'em all."

"She would." He nods. "And that's why she left, man." I let out a scoff and stormed off, leaving him on his own. I wander around the Kingdom some more, stopping when I see Richard standing at one of the archery target practice. He held a bow, similar to Mer's, but a bit smaller. He turns his had as he grabs another arrow. I stop in my tracks as he noticed my presence.

"I'm practicing." He claims. "Gonna have to start using these more. The Saviors are smart enough to know I shouldn't have a gun around them." He releases the arrow, but it lands on the outer line. He turns to me. "Morgan said you're a bowman." He picks up a crossbow and hands it over to me. I held a stare with him for a moment, trying to figure out what he wants, why he wants my help with something. Still, maybe hearing him out might make me wanna help.

"Why?" I ask, grabbing the crossbow from his hand.

"'Cause we want the same things." He explains. "I need your help." There it is. I look down at the crossbow, feeling out the weight of it. I raise it to my face, looking through the target spot. It felt nice, felt good to carry. I do miss my old bow. But this, it'll have to do.

*****

Richard and I snuck out through a secret opening of the Kingdom. He knew if we were to walk out through the main gate, we'd get questions asked. Especially over me. Richard lead me through the woods and we find a camper, parked within the trees, hidden. We enter inside and he begins grabbing supplies, things he thought we could use. The plan, we try to get something started with the Saviors so the Kingdom can join us in the fight. Is it a little shitty we're doing this behind Ezekiel's back, probably getting people killed? It is. It's horrible. But...it's something we gotta go in order to get the Kingdom to join us.

We wander off the street and stand behind a few trailer trucks parked on the side of the road, in the grass. Richard turns to me, nodding his head.

"They ride this road. If we see cars, it's the Saviors." He says. "They've been coming in packs of tow or three lately. That's why I need you. I can't take them alone. We're gonna hit them with the guns first...and then the Molotovs. Then back to the guns until they're dead."

"Why the fire?" I ask.

"Needs to look bad." He shrugs. "The Saviors who discover what's left...we want hem to be angry. I left a trail from here to the weapons cache I planted, to the cabin of that someone Ezekiel cares about." I furrow my brows at him.