Brother's Keeper ¹ || The walking dead

95.

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Daryl ran out of the sanctuary, meeting the others, "Where's Riven?" Carl questioned, looking behind Daryl to see if Riven needed a minute to catch up.

Daryl huffed, "he ain't coming." Carl looked at Daryl with narrowed eyes,

"What do you mean he ain't coming? He's who we came here for. Him, London, and Melanie." Carl said, shaking his head, "Where is he?"

He was willing to go inside of the sanctuary, find Riven, and drag him out if he needed to.

"..hey, where's Riven?" Riley approached them, and Daryl shook his head, a deep frown, hating that Riven chose some guy over him, over everyone else.

"He's still inside." Carl answered, Riley made a move to head back inside for Riven, but Daryl stopped him,

"No. Leave him, he made his choice." Daryl told him, and Riley pushed him away, glaring at him.

"The hell I am. You might be able to leave him behind like you always do, but I ain't," Riley said, shaking his head with a small scoff, "I ain't leaving him behind."

"You think it's easy for me, huh?" Daryl moved closer to Riley, Riley nodded,

"Yeah, I think I do 'cause you been abandoning him your entire life," Riley told him, "What's the difference now, hm? You're still abandoning him."

"He chose that asshole over all of us," Daryl said, "like I said, he made his choice. Now we make ours."

Daryl walked away, Carl turned to face Riley, "we can't leave him."

Riley was about to reply, but Rick's voice came through the radio, ordering them to move back.

Riley gritted his teeth, cursing, "Fuck, Go, Carl, now."

Riley rushed back inside of the sanctuary, and Carl hesitated on whether or not he should follow Riley or head back to the others.

"Damm it."

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"..why did you stay back? You could've gone with them, could've gone with your brother." Reagan questioned, wincing a little as Riven cleaned the cuts on his face,

"I would've just slowed them down," Riven replied, gripping Reagan's chin, "hold still."

Reagan noticed there was a slight change in Riven's behavior, but he couldn't tell what it was,

Reagan brought his hand up, placing it on top of Riven's, "What's wrong? Don't bother lying to me, I can tell when you are."

"Liar," Riven responded almost in a soft way, "Nobody can tell when I'm lyin', I've been lyin' since the moment I've learned how to speak."

Reagan hummed, "Well, I can, and you know how? Your little accent, it's gets more noticeable when you lie."

Riven furrowed his eyes at Reagan, "I don't have an accent."

"Yeah, you do," Reagan smiled a little at Riven, leaning forward a little, "What's the matter?"

Riven removed his hand from Reagan's chin, moving back, letting out a deep sighed as he sat down in the chair near London's desk...well not anymore since London left the sanctuary a while ago.