Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon

1.05

You sat back in the office building, Rick unzipping the bag of guns and beginning to divide them.

"We can't seriously be giving into them, right?" You asked.

"Them guns are worth more than gold." Daryl spoke. "Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You're gonna give that up for that kid?"

T-Dog nodded. "If I knew we'd get Glenn back, I might agree. But you think that Vato across the way is just gonna hand him over?"

"We need to get Glenn back, but we can't give up the guns." You spoke.

"Are you calling G a liar?"

Daryl smacked the back of Miguel's head. "Are you a part of this? You want to hold onto your teeth?"

"Question is, do you trust that man's word?" T-Dog asked.

Daryl shook his head. "No, the question is what are you willing to bet on it? Could be more than guns. Could be your life. Is Glenn worth that to you?"

"What life I have I owe to him." Rick responded. "I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I."

Knowing Glenn was the reason you had your brother back again hit you like a ton of bricks. You hadn't heard the details until now. You'd always liked Glenn, but now you knew you had to do this. You owed him everything.

"So you're gonna hand the guns over?" Daryl asked.

"I didn't say that." Rick took a deep breath. "There's nothing keeping you three here. You should get out of the city, head back to camp."

"Are you insane?" You asked.

"What are we supposed to tell your family?"

"Come on, this is nuts." Miguel sighed. "Just do like G says."

You shook your head. "Rick, if you're doing this, we're with you. I said we have to stick together here, and I still mean it."

Rick looked between the three of you, unsure of how to respond. Finally, he nodded, grabbing the guns. "Let's get this done."

...

The four of you arrived back at the hideout with Miguel tied up in front of you. The doors opened and Rick pushed the boy inside.

G stepped forward, looking amongst you. "I see my guns but they're not all in the bag."

"That's because they're not yours." Rick responded. "I thought I mentioned that."

Felipe stepped forward. "Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese. All right? Unload on their asses."

"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of this situation."

"No, I'm pretty clear." Rick cut Miguel's bindings, pushing him towards the group. "You have your man. I want mine."

G's eyes narrowed, stepping closer. "I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale. I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?"

"No, my hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded." Rick cocked his shotgun, aiming at G as you all followed suit. "Okay then, we're here."

"Felipe!" The sound of a lady's voice came through the crowd. "Felipe!"

"Abuela, go back with the others... now."

"Get that old lady out of the line of fire!" Daryl hissed.

"Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay? This is not the place for you right now." G whispered.