traded my life [TWD]

『75』

"I got an upgrade," Daryl says, motioning to the new crossbow on his back.

"Wow, Ahjussi, it's like you got new wheels," I compliment.

"Had to since you broke my damn arrow."

"You shot at a walker I had," I defend.

"Since you hit my arrow and not its head, I think you missed."

"No!" I cry, offended. "Your arrow made it go forward so when I shot it-"

"Yeah," he says with a nod. "Uh-huh."

"The walker was in a different spot. I would've nailed the dead freak in the head if you hadn't shot your arrow-"

"Yep," he continues, rolling his wrist. "Keep it comin'."

"And fucked up my aim!" I finish.

"You done now?"

"Oh, and!" I remember. "I broke one measly little arrow-"

"Here we go again," he comments, sending Rick a look.

"Which is totally compatible with both bows. You're just acting all high and mighty because that one isn't rusting and the wire doesn't hurt your little princess, dainty fingers."

"Feel better?"

I glare at him and swiftly punch his shoulder softly. "Bitch."

Daryl laughs. "Either way, I doubt I'll be using the new bow today. Seems like we're going in automatic."

"We are," Rick confirms. "Except for those sneaking into his apartment."

"You ever see Kill Bill?" I ask Daryl.

"I ain't watch many movies," he denies.

"Says the guy that used to call Dale 'On Golden Pond'," I scoff. "Kill Bill is about a hot chick killing people and looking hot while doing it."

"Is she hot? Can't tell," Daryl teases from my wording.

"Super hot. She could stab me and I would thank her," I explain.

"You think everyone is hot," Maggie scoffs.

"You're still number one in my heart," I assure, puckering my bottom lip.

Maggie scrunches her nose and bops her hip lightly into mine playfully.

"Perks of being pansexual, my friends," I gloat. "Literally everyone is hot."

"Including Uma Thurman if she were to stab you?" Maggie wonders.

"Even hotter. Violent women," I sigh dreamily.

"Hyejin," Carol scoffs with a giggle. "That's a bit extreme."

"Carol, you could punch me and my nonexistent dick would get hard."

"I'm thinking you're a masochist," Daryl blames.

I pucker my lips. "Damn.. That actually makes a lot of sense."

I recall my growing up. How I liked getting in fights. The pain that others inflicted.

"Holy shit, I think you just woke something up in me," I gasp. "Who needs therapy when you got Daryl motherfuckin' Dixon?"

"Anyway," Rick urges.

"Oh, no.. that was all. Just that we're gonna go Kill Bill on that piece of dog shit."

"Phillip," Merle names. "That's his real name.

"Ah.. Kill Phil," I muse.

"That has a nice ring to it," Maggie says.