Night Shift (oc x Daryl Dixon)

(13) souvenir

The talk of the small group turned into something she didn't think none of them prepared for. A hostage situation at hand, something none of them had any clue on what to do about. Something that pained Madeline so deeply.

Madeline had a quick rundown of what had happen. Daddy was out drinking again, that made her feel sick. She always knew about her dads past, he never hid it. He would use it as a lesson about how stupid drinking was. But clearly, he was about to get a whole new one.

Then a group of men showed up, with Her dad, Rick, and Glenn. Theses guys aren't nice, lucky everyone got away. Well her people did.

Now they have a guy, tied up getting her dads help.

Maybe this was the lesson...

"We couldn't just leave him behind." Everyone sat around the table as Rick spoke to the group. The now very scared group. Unlike the hopeful Madeline you would think she would be sitting there thinking, 'well he might not be bad.' But she wasn't, she couldn't.

Because of Shane. Who was a constant reminder of what people can turn into during the apocalypse.

"He would've bled out, if he lived that long." Rick explained even more, for his reasoning behind bringing a outsider in. But fair enough, they were also once outsiders. It was the right thing to do, not leaving that boy before to just die a painful death.

"It's gotten bad in town." Glenn joined in. Putting everything into a better view about what has been happening.

Madeline's eyes moved down the line of people she saw, watching all their eyes fill with uncertainty. And even more fear, as if they were thinking about all the bad things that could happen. One scenario after the other.

Madeline's eyes finally landed on someone's, the watcher as Madeline thought for a nickname. Daryl Dixon, who had his full attention on Rick. Only leaving to so often look at the others, seeing if they were having the same ideas as him.

But his eyes always fell on Madeline. A again and again. Her eyes always seemed to stand out. "What do we do with him?" Andrea let out, as she was brainstorming what they could do.

But Madeline saw the blood on his leg, the thing to do was help him. "I repaired his calf muscle as best I can, but he'll probably have nerve damage." Her fathers voice spoke up, as he walked into the room. Cleaning his hands.

She missed his voice a lot while he was gone. "Won't be on his feet for at least a week."

She was happy to hear it, but then her brain went right back to the matter at their hands. For as a reminder again, you can't get a second to just think. "When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way." Madeline's brows moved closer to together at Ricks words.

Just send him out there, alone. No one around to help him, that didn't seem right. No one could be that good at killing walkers to the point where they should be alone. Well besides Daryl, but even he got hurt.

"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" She unfortunately chimed in her opinion on the topic. But she couldn't hold back, hearing Rick say thoses words. It wasn't like she was saying 'let him join us' she knew that he could be bad but it still wasn't okay to just leave him out there.

Everyone's eyes jumped to hers, which made her instantly look around to them too. In a way of  'don't you guys agree.' But she saw that no one shared the look, leaving Madeline to believe that maybe everyone was slowing losing their inter morals.