"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Athena Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Athena Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any of yo...
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Without the knowledge of what was happening back at Alexandria, Changbin had relaxed himself in seat next to Daryl. He was happy and calm that he was finally going home back to Athena and Jisung, and the others.
But only an hour of driving, something began to appear in the distance. It seemed like a roadblock of men on motorcycles and Daryl was forced to put the truck to a stop.
"Why don't you come on out, join us in the road?" one of them asked patronizingly. All of them stepped out, while glaring at the men "It's going well right out of the gate. Now, step two, hand over your weapons."
"Why should we?" Daryl growled, remaining unmoved.
The stranger cackled "Well, they're not yours." He pointed out the obvious.
Changbin puffed his chest out and squinted his eyes into a mean glare "Whose might they be?" He questioned.
The leader stepped forward, while smirking at Changbin "Your property now belongs to Negan."
Changbin scoffed and crossed his arms "Why don't you go and tell Negan, that he can shove his wants right up his ass? Courtesy of me." He seethed.
"I mean, if you can get your hands on a tanker, you're people our person wants to know." the man l stated pacing up to them, "I'm gonna ignore your comment." He pointed towards Changbin, as the boy rolled his eyes "Let's get those sidearms, shall we? Right now."
The leader started walking along the line of the four of them, taking their guns one by one, starting with Daryl's.
"Fucking asshole." Changbin mumbled as the leader moved past him.
"Thank you." he said tauntingly, moving onto the rest, before he stopped at Abraham, "If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. It goes quicker." Slowly, the ginger passed over the gun and the guy made his way back to the bike.
Sasha shot them a death stare, "Who are you people?"
"I get the curiosity, but we have questions ourselves. And we'll be the ones asking them while we drive you back to whatever it is you call home." he replied, a clear smirk on his face "Take a gander at where you hang your hats."
"No person tall enough and smart enough will do that for you." the boy spat.
The leader laughed "Oh yes we are. First, though, your shit. What have you got for us?"
"Yeah, you just took it." Daryl answered, glaring.
"Come on. I mean, can we not, okay? There's more. There is always more." the man sighed, "T... take my man to the back of the truck, start inside the back bumper, work your way to the front."
One of the guy's henchmen pushed Daryl to the back.
"Bite, chew, swallow, repeat." The leader smirked at the remaining three.
