Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon

1.03

You sat by Dale's RV, silently stewing in your anger. No matter how much thought you gave it, you couldn't think of a way to convince Rick to stay back at camp. Ultimately, you know it was fruitless. If Lori couldn't convince him, you certainly couldn't.

Rick exited the tent, now wearing his old Sheriff's uniform. As if on cue, Shane and Yourself matched over to him.

"So that's it, huh?" Shane asked. "You're just gonna walk off? To hell with everyone else?"

"I'm not saying to hell with anybody." Rick sighed. "Not you, Shane. Least of all Lori, Carl and Y/N."

Shane pointed to where Lori sat. "Tell her that."

Rick turned around, tilting his head. "She knows." He responded, turning back around and continuing towards the cars.

"Well, we don't." You argued. "Can you just explain it to us?"

"Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?" Shane questioned.

"Hey," Daryl called out. "Choose your words more carefully."

"No, I did. Douchebag is what I meant."

"Shane-"

"Merle Dixon—" Shane continued. "The guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst."

"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me. I can't let a man die of thirst—me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being."

Lori joined the conversation, her hands folded across her chest. "So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?"

Rick turned, looking at Glenn. "Oh, come on." The man responded.

"You know the way." Rick pleaded. "You've been there before. In and out, no problem. You said so yourself. It's not fair of me to ask, I know that, but I'd feel a lot better with you there. I know she would too." His eyes landed on Lori.

Glenn eyed the woman for a moment, contemplating if he really even had a choice at this point.

"That's just great," Shane responded. "Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?"

T-Dog raised his hand. "Four."

You took a deep breath, raising your hand as well. "Make that five."

Rick turned to you, his eyes narrowed. "I'd much rather you stay here."

"If you think for a second that I'm letting you run off to the dead city without me, after we just got you back, then you don't know me as well as I thought."

Rick eyed you for a moment, before finally letting out a sigh and nodding. He knew you were too stubborn to argue with; something that seemed to run in the family.

"My day just gets better and better, don't it?" Daryl huffed.

"Do you see anyone else stepping up?" T-Dog asked.

"Why you?"

"You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language."

Dale let out a heavy sigh. "That's five then."

"It's not just five. You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick." Shane responded. "Come on, you saw that walker. It was here. It was in camp. They're moving out of the cities and if they come back, we need every able body we got."

"Sounds to me like what you really need are more guns."

Glenn smiled. "Right, the guns."

"What guns?" You asked.