Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon

1.06

It had been a long night, everyone still alive within the camp working to clear the bodies lying around. You wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead, leaning down and stabbing one of your former camp members in the head. Dale had been kind enough to offer you a spare knife earlier, to replace the one you'd lost.

You grabbed ahold of the woman's hands, dragging her towards where the rest of the bodies were being left. This was the first time you'd really been around so much death; for that, you almost felt lucky. Almost.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump.

"Sorry," Rick spoke. "We need to talk."

"I'm kind of busy."

"It's important." Rick responded. "Back in the city, that wasn't like you."

You looked at your brother. "What wasn't like me?"

"Threatening that kid."

"I was just trying to get things done." You responded. "He needed to know we weren't playing games."

"I think Daryl showed him that." Rick spoke. "I don't want you to become cold. To see everyone as an enemy."

"Everyone who isn't us, is a potential enemy. They attacked us first, they could've killed us." You let out a sigh. "Do you really think I wanted to hurt him? Of course not. I just wanted to keep our people safe."

Rick stared at you for a moment. "I just worry about you. What this world might do to you."

"I'm not your baby sister anymore. You don't have to worry about me all the time. I promise, I'm fine."

You glanced over at the RV, noticing several people gathered around it, whispering and looking at Andrea. She was still holding Amy, not having moved from that spot all night.

"We should go check on them." You mumbled, walking away.

You and Rick arrived at the RV, Rick looking over at Andrea. "She still won't move?"

Lori shook her head. "She won't even talk to us. What do we do?"

"We can't just leave Amy like that." Shane spoke. "We need to deal with it, same as the others."

Rick nodded. "I'll talk to her."

He approached Andrea, saying her name as he knelt down by her side. Suddenly, Andrea turned to him, holding up a gun. "I know how the safety works." She mumbled.

Rick stood up, holding his hands above his head. "Alright. I'm sorry."

He walked back over to your group, shaking his head.

"Y'all can't be serious." Daryl grumbled. "Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl's a time bomb."

"If you have any suggestions-"

"Take the shot." Daryl cut you off. "Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance."

"No." Lori spat. "For God's sake, let her be."

"For how long?" You asked. "Look, I can only imagine what she's feeling right now, but she's putting us all at risk. We've lost enough people already."

"We'll watch her, alright?" Lori suggested. "First sign of movement from Amy, you can do what needs to be done."

Daryl let out a snort, storming off.

"Whatever you want." You responded, turning and walking away.

...

You took a sip of your water, watching as Daryl and Morales dragged another body towards the fire. Glenn took notice, heading over to the two.

"What are you guys doing?" He asked. "This is for geeks. Our people go over there." He pointed to an area where bodies had been lined up.