Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~35~

   After the very annoying argument out in the court yard, and the finalized deal, you all followed the prisoners back to the cafeteria that they swore they wouldn't step back into. The ring leader you learned was called Tomas, the Texan red head was Axel, the medium build was Oscar, the largest they called Big-tiny, and the leaders little bitch was called Andrew. Rick and Shane didn't let them linger for long so close to the cell block since Hershel still laid unconscious. Just barely long enough for Rick to tell the group about the deal. After, Rick and Shane immediately herded them all back into the prisons dark halls, letting them lead all of you back to the cafeteria. No one said much of anything in the halls to avoid attracting any walkers, but you noticed Tomas and Andrew stealing glances at you. Daryl noticed it first, so any chance he got, he made subtle physical contact with you. Weather it was touching your shoulders or arms as he stepped past you to glance around corners, or his favorite letting his hand slide across your ass or hips as you stepped past him. It was his way of telling them to keep their eyes to their damn selves. That you were his, and not for their prying eyes to gawk at. You returned the favor as well when you stepped into the doors of the cafeteria to find Tomas staring at you again, letting your hand graze around Daryl's hip as you both stepped in together. "Pantry's back here." Tomas says as he turns to lead you all to the food, still very much aware of the fact that you wee staring him down. "You never tried to break out of here?" T asks as he scans the room along with the rest of you since you hadn't had the time to earlier after Hershel was bitten. "Yeah, we tried to take the doors off. But if you make one peep in here, then those freaks would be lined up outside the door, growling trying to get in." Big-Tiny tells T. "Windows have bars on there that He-Man couldn't get through." Oscar says making you cock your head slightly in agreement with that statement. "Bigger than a five by eight." Axel drawls with his arms still crossed tightly to himself, obviously overwhelmed and struggling with how his day had turned out. "You won't find me complaining. Doing fifteen. My left leg will barely fit in one of them bunks." Big tiny says making Rick look down, probably pondering why he was in based on the time length of his sentence. "They don't call him Big Tiny for nothin'." Oscar adds lightly making Rick glance over at him.

"You done jerking each other off?" Tomas states as he leans against the door of the kitchen eyeing you again. "Sick of waiting back here." He adds as he stares at you then to Rick, trying to hide how uncomfortable he was being back in that room. You glance at Rick when Tomas turned to lead everyone back in towards the pantry. Rick's head cocks at Tomas when he turns away making a ghost of a smirk grace your lips. Your twins hands moving his machete to the other so he can rest his hand on the handle of his colt python before he starts past you after Tomas. You follow behind your twin, with Daryl behind you as you glance up at Big tiny who leaned casually against the door way. He smiles lightly at you and gestured into the door way of the pantry with his massive arm. Letting your twin, you and Daryl stare at the glorious amount of food. Quickly you shake off your shock, genuinely not remembering the last time you'd seen so much food. Tomas was starring at you again, obviously observing your chest as you take a deep breathe to swallow your stunned look. You felt his gaze so you cut your eyes over at him while Daryl steps around you, turning on his flash light to glare it on the food packed on the shelves as he steps towards Tomas. Daryl moves the shine of his light directly into Tomas's eyes making him flinch, blink, and finally look away from you as Daryl keeps stepping towards him. "This what you call a lil bit of food?" Daryl questions lowly as he forcefully brushes past Tomas. "Goes fast." Tomas snaps back in Daryl's face, barely stepping to the side as he sizes him up. "Mm-hmm." Daryl hums completely unamused as he keeps inspecting the wall of food before him with his light. Tomas looks to you and Rick, before point at the bags on the ground. "You can have a bag of corn, some tuna fish-" he starts but Rick cuts him off. "We said half. That's the deal." Rick says firmly as he briefly looks around the corner at the rest of the food lining the shelf's. He steps back, looking at the freezer, "What's in there?" He asks as he points to it with his machete. "Don't open that." Oscar warns as Rick ignores him and opens it anyway. Rick immediately gags while your nose wrinkles up at the horrendous odor that slaps you in the face before your twin could slam it back shut again. The prisoners all laugh lightly at your twin as he catches his breath, trying not to vomit from the foul scent of shit and urine that escaped the freezer. You glare at Tomas completely unamused with his smug look and  laughing. "He wanted to know." Tomas states with a smug grin as he stares at you again making you roll your eyes. "I can't wait for my own pot to piss in." Axel comments as he stares at the ground making your eyebrows rise briefly, knowing he genuinely meant that.