TWD- Little Heart Of Iron

5. Good Cop, Bad Cop.

Not Proof-read.

"Are ya sure I can't go? I know how to use a gun." Blake said as she followed Daryl around. He was pacing around the back of the van, waiting for Rick and T-Dog. Glenn was in the Driver's seat. He would be driving them into the city since he knew his way around better than most.

"I told you 'bout a hundred times. No." Daryl grumbled.

"Merle's my family, too. I wanna help get him back." Blake furrowed her eyebrows as she followed Daryl around. She was practically stepping on his heels. Despite the underlying fear she had of Merle, she still wanted to help get him back, if there was any chance he was still alive.

"You can help by stayin' here. Already lost a brother. Don't needa lose a niece, either." Daryl said. He cared for Blake deeply, whether he wanted to show that, or not. And he wasn't about to bring her into a walker-infested city.

"But, what if you get stuck out there, like Merle did?"

"I won't. Ain't gonna let that happen."

"But what if it does happen?" Blake questioned.

"It ain't gonna happen, bee. Christ, you worry too much, y'know that?" Daryl said, louder than he intended.

Blake stopped following him for a few seconds. She furrowed her eyebrows again. What did he know about being worried? This was a good reason to be worried, Blake thought.

She started following Daryl again as she spoke. "I'm allowed to be worried, you know? My dad just died, incase ya forgot. And... what if you die, too?" She said. Her tone was worrisome, but it was also laced with anger. She would never talk to Daryl like this, if her dad was nearby. She would never talk to anyone like this if her dad was nearby. But he was gone, and she was angry, she had every right to be.

Daryl turns around to face Blake. He strides over to her, and Blake takes a step back. He stops a few feet in front of her. She was right. George was dead. His oldest brother was dead, and Daryl made the mistake of making it seem like he didn't care.

"Bee. I ain't gonna let nothin' else happen, ya hear?" He said in a stern tone as he leaned in a bit. Blake looked up at him, and her big blue eyes stared deeply into Daryl's.

"Okay?" Daryl asked, waiting for a response.

Blake sighed as she refrained from rolling her eyes. She looked at the ground. "Okay." She murmured.

"Good." Daryl said. He leaned back up and walked over to the van before getting in the back. He used his foot to reach into the front seat and honk the horn. "C'mon! Let's go!" He shouted.

Blake stood off to the side and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't understand why Daryl wasn't that upset about George's death. That was his brother. Shouldn't he be more sad? Angry? Anything?

A few moments later, Rick walked over to the back of the van, alongside Shane. Blake still wasn't sure how to feel about either of them. She'd warmed up to Shane a tad bit, of course, since she'd known him for months, but she still didn't fully like him, yet. Especially since he was a big fat snitch. She was okay with rick, only because he was Carl's dad, and because he hadn't proved himself to be a tattletale, yet.

Blake walked a few feet away, just far enough so that she couldn't hear them talking, and sat on the dirt. She didn't want anyone to think she was eavesdropping.

She sat there, drawing lines in the dirt with her pointer finger like always, until she heard the sound of all the van door closing. Glenn starts to drive away just as Blake looks up. She sighed. She was all by herself. Again.