Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 117: Against Everything

A/N: Song is, (Natural, by Imagine Dragons.)

Sorry it's been a while lovelies but things are about to get interesting! So hopefully, it was worth the wait!

I love you all and...enjoy...?

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                      ~Daryl's P.O.V~

I kept a close eye on everythin' as Andrea an' Rick spoke. In truth, I didn' see no way outta this except a fight. There was no way she was gon' leave peacefully, an' even if she was, the damn bitch hurt Merle an' Y/n.

I grumbled to myself an' took a deep breath as I aimed my rifle, watchin' everythin' closely.

I wanted to shoot the bitch then an' there, but...I also didn' wanna risk nothin'.

I doubted she was gon' leave peacefully, but...we also couldn' afford an all out war right now, an' I sure as hell weren' about to risk Y/n gettin' hurt.

So...as much as I wanted to kill the bitch...makin' sure no-one died, especially Y/n, was more important right now.

Though...if she so much as looks at us the wrong damn way...

I was not gon' risk losin' Y/n because of some dead bitch still walkin'.

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As Rick an' Andrea continued to negotiate, I ordered a few of the others to start gettin' guns and evacuate the residents to the prison bus...just in case.

I didn' wanna risk a fight, but I certainly weren' afraid of one. If it came down to it, I'd do whatever it takes.

I ordered Tyrese to get the bus ready an' escort the residents, as for the guns, T-dog an' Merle went to fetch 'em an' hand 'em out.

After makin' sure everyone was armed, Merle took my side an' watched eveythin' go down.

He let out a grumble an' glanced at me out the corner of his eye.
"Suprised you ain't shot the bitch yet."
I grunted.
"I'm suprised you ain't."
He let out an amused breath.
"I'm an asshole, not stupid. The bitch has a tank."
I grumbled an' nodded.
"Then why the hell would you have expected me to have shot?"
He shrugs.
"Dunno, just figured."
"I ain't riskin' gettin' our asses blown up. We got sick people inside."
He snorted an' nudged me.
"Ya' mean, lil' lady is inside."
I grumbled.
"Whatever. Ain't riskin' it."
I nodded ahead to Rick.
"Trust Rick to sort things."
He scoffed.
"Even after he sent that old bitch away?"
"Carol."
"Yea' whatever."
I grunted an' furrowed my brows.
"He was wrong on that, but this is different."
He grumbled an' shrugged.
"Yea', whatever. Ya' just better hope he knows what he's doin'."
I narrowed my eyes as I watched on.
"Ain't gon' hope. He better."

Merle went silent for a moment, then suddenly turned serious.
"Either way, be ready to shoot. Andrea ain't gon' hesitate. Bitch is stubborn. She won' leave till she gets what she wants."
I tightened the grip on my gun.
"I know."
He nodded.
"She's changed, brotha. She ain't the same Andrea ya' knew at the start. Ain't some prissy city bitch no more."
I watched Andrea an' Rick down the sights of my gun.
"Naw...she's just the same."
I narrowed my eyes.
"Still a stubborn, dumb, bitch who don' know when to stop."
He let out a short laugh.
"Ya' ain't wrong."
His tone became more stern.
"Ain't that that you should be worried 'bout though."
"I know."
"Don' hesitate, brotha."