The next day was pretty boring. Rick, Michonne, and Carl went out to look for more weapons that they might need in their fight against the Governor. Parker, who was still battling her injury, was helped by Daryl to change the bandages, before taking a nap. Hershel warned her that her moving around too much would cause more harm than good, and when he checked the wound, he told her she needed to stop doing so much around the prison. Such as bed rest.. like she was told before.
"How long do I need these stitches?" Parker asked him as made sure the bandages were on right.
"Usually a couple of weeks," Hershel replied, sitting up. "But if you listened, I might be able to get them out sooner."
"Well, we all know that's not going to happen," Parker pulled her shirt back down, looking back at Hershel who didn't approve of her response. "So, a couple of weeks, yeah?"
"Yes," Hershel sighed defeatedly knowing she would end up doing the exact opposite either way. "Just.. try to relax." And she did. Parker took it in stride when Rick announced he was interested in meeting with the Governor, since Andrea organized a meeting between them, she wasn't allowed to go. Instead, she was forced to remain in the prison, 'resting' while Daryl, Rick, and Hershel left to do all the fun stuff. Parker, who hated being stuck doing nothing, spent the rest of her day with the remaining group members, checking out weapons that Carl, Rick, and Michonne had brought back. They were loading the guns with ammo, and Glenn was apparently carrying the role of leader with ease.
"Carl, come here," Glenn called him over, handing him a box of ammo. "You stash these at the loading dock, alright? Beth put more up on the catwalk." Carl and Beth took the boxes of ammo and walked away.
"What's the point in spreading out the ammo?" Parker glanced up from the gun she was cleaning.
"If anyone gets pinned down we need to make sure they have plenty of ammo," Glenn stated loudly, looking around at them.
"Smart." Parker hummed, watching as he grabbed some supplies.
"I'm gonna go work on the cage outside."
"What we should be doin' is loading some of this firepower in a truck and payin' a visit to the Governor," Merle added his two-sense, not even bothering to help them out. Mainly cause none of them wanted him to. "We know where he is right now"
"Are you suggesting we just go in there and kill him?" Parker dropped the gun she was working on, resting a hand on the table as she heaved a sigh. She eyed Merle, waiting for some gross comment that was inevitable.
"Yeah, I am." Merle retorted, leaning on the wired cage.
"We told Rick and Daryl that we'd stay put," Michonne reminded him, her voice firm.
"I've changed my mind, sweetheart," Merle shrugged. "Being on the sideline with my brother out there.." He shook his head, staring at Parker. "Ain't sitting right with me."
"We have three of our people out there. If we go in there guns a blazing, they're going to be right in the middle of it." Parker explained to him, his plan sounding insane to the rest of them.
"She's right. They could get kidnapped or killed." Glenn spat, his patience with Merle practically nonexistent.
"A thousand things could go wrong," Parker simply said.
"And they will," Merle argued, Carl turned to him, starting to get upset.
"My dad can take care of himself."
"Sorry son, but your dad's head could be on a pike real soon." Carl glared at him, climbing the steps, and pushing the gate open.
"Don't say that to him! What the hell is wrong with you?" Parker snapped, pointing to Carl as he slammed the gates closed behind him. Merle didn't seem the least bit sorry for what he said, his mouth open about to answer her. "Wait." She held up a hand, "Don't answer that. I honestly could not care less."
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Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}
FanfictionSeasons 1-7 so far! ~~ Parker Grimes was with her family when the world ended. Her only goal was to keep those around her safe and no matter how bad things became she'd stay with them till the very end. She didn't expect the loner of the group, Dary...