traded my life [TWD]

『67』

"You can't keep going like this!" Rick begs. 

Michonne came back.

Oscar got shot.

Daryl was missing.

"As long as our people are at risk, I keep fighting!" I argue. "And for Daryl.. I'd fight God Almighty. That's what he'd do for me."

"One of my men died tonight," Q adds. "I'm not letting you get me killed to-"

"Shut up!" Rick shouts, pointing his gun in Q's face. "I've been real fucking patient, but I'm losing it with you."

"I didn't want to be here!" Q hisses back at Rick.

Tears spring to my eyes again. I hated everything.

"He's not worth it, Rick," I state. "Daryl is."

Rick takes a deep breath and puts his gun in his holster.

I knew it wasn't over when Q scoffed.

"You keep having Daryl save your ass and hold you while you cry. Then, he's not allowing me to do shit around the prison? Just say what it really is, Hyejin."

"Fuck off, Q," I demand.

"Rick keeps pointing that colt in my face. Daryl threatens me with a kid on his side-"

"Kid?" I repeat.

Anger bubbles up inside of me. Q shakes his head and rolls his stupid eyes like he always does.

"Did you touch my fucking son?" I sneer.

"I was just-"

"You, mother fucker-"

Rick grabs me around the waist when I charge at Q.

"You put your hands on my kid? You piece of shit! I'm gonna rip your head off of your useless fucking body-"

"Hyejin!" Maggie pleads. "I understand.. But, now's not the time. Either kill him or leave it for right now."

Q gives Maggie a look, offended by the ultimatum.

Daryl.

I remind myself over and over.

Daryl was in danger. At least Woojin was safe at home with Hershel, Carl, and Beth.

I take a breath and relax in Rick's arms. He rubs my side, still holding me from behind. Suddenly, the position feels overwhelmingly uncomfortable considering everything I went through today. I pull myself off Rick and step to the side, running my hands through my hair.

--

While Maggie, Glenn, and Michonne shot out lights and walkers, I dashed into the chaos despite Rick's yells not to.

I duck as the crowd disperses in a panic and grab Daryl's arm. He draws back, paranoid, but sees it is me.

"Ahjussi, let's fucking move!" I shout, pulling him back to the group.

"Merle!" he calls.

I don't pay attention if Merle actually follows or not. I focus on keeping a tight grip on Daryl and dragging him out of the madness. Once we were outside the walls, I was holding Daryl's hand and still dragging him.

"This way!" Merle calls.

"You're not going anywhere with us," Rick denies.

"Do you really want to do this now?" Merle protests.

We'd gotten separated from the others. Maggie is the first to notice. "Where's Glenn?"

Rick looks around. Glenn, Michonne, and Q were missing.