The archer| Daryl Dixon

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My gun was aimed at them as I stood next to him, "Slow and steady." Daryl spoke his eyes trained on their every move.

One of them pulled a gun from his waistband pointing it at me, "whoah easy now." Daryl grunted stepping in front of me.

"Move." I stated as I shoved past them and me and Glenn grabbed something to put Hershel on. "Don't look like no recuse team." The blood spoke looking at us.

"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't." Rick spoke as me, him and Glenn lifted Hershel onto it.

"We gotta go!" Rick yelled as they pushed Hershel towards the door as t-dog opened it. T-dog killed the walker that stumbled him as me and Daryl walked behind them, our weapons raised at the prisoners before running after them.

Me and Daryl killed any walker in our way as we ran back towards the cell block, I looked behind us and nudged Daryl as the prisoners were following us.

We ran and I unlocked the door just as they rushed towards the cell block with Hershel.

Me and Daryl stayed behind and pointed our weapons at the prisoners as they walked in. "Not another step." I aimed my gun at the one's head.

I walked with Daryl to the table as he reloaded his crossbow, I sat down on top of the table my gun still pointed at them.

"Why don't you put the gun down mami, and we can get outta here." The one with the gun smirked at me walking forward.

I inwardly gagged and Daryl walked in front of me hiding my body behind his as he aimed his crossbow at him.

"Shut up." Daryl yelled as Rick walked out of the cell block, locking the door behind him.

Rick explained how there was no government, no police, no hospitals. I stood in between Daryl and Rick, still aiming my gun at the one that made the comment towards me.

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We made our way back to the cafeteria as the prisoners stood inside the pantry, I looked at the food on the shelves and scoffed.

"This what you call a little bit of food?" Daryl spoke moving forward as I followed, I jumped as I felt a hand smack my ass.

I raised my gun at his head, the barrel against his forehead, "Touch me again and a bullet goes through your brain." I kept my gun on him.

Daryl glared at the prisoner and moved in front of me, grabbing my hand and lowering my gun. "Stupid prick." I spat as I walked out of the pantry and stood by the cafeteria doors.

Rick and t-dog grabbed boxes of food and walked into the cell block, me and Daryl trailing behind. My body tense at the interaction I just had with the one prisoner.

"You good?" Daryl asked looking at me with a hint of concern in his eyes at my rigid posture. "Never better." I mumbled as we exited the cell block and stood in front of the prisoners showing them how to kill the walkers.

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We walked through the prison, the prisoners trailed behind us. Eyes burned into my back and I turned my head seeing the one prisoner who I despised looking at my ass.

"You're lucky I don't kill you right now." I mumbled walking forward as he trailed behind me, his chest pressing against my back as he inhaled my scent.

I pushed him back and cocked my gun at him, Rick held my arm stopping me shaking his head but in his eyes he was telling me to wait.

Walkers turned around the corner and the prisoners started running at them, attacking everywhere but their heads.

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest I leaned against the wall. Big tiny got hurt on the shoulder by a walker.

He protested saying he was alright and didn't feel anything and before we knew it the prisoner I despised hit him over the head with his weapon repeatedly.

We made our way to what it looked like a laundry room and Rick threw the keys at tomas, "I ain't opening that." Tomas grumbled.

"Yes you are." Rick demanded, "You're gonna open that door, just one." Rick told him, as I gripped my machete as I stood behind the inmates.

Tomas opened both the doors and not just one, my grip tightened around the handle of my weapon and stabbed it through some of the walkers heads.

Tomas grabbed one of the walkers and threw it on top of me, I fell flat on my back my arm going under its neck keeping its snapping jaw away from me.

I used my free hand and reached for my machete but it was too far, my fingers just barely grazing the handle.

They managed to kill them all and Daryl ran up to me, stabbing it in the head. Blood splattered over my face and neck, running down my chest as he moved it off of me.

I panted as he helped me up, angrily I grabbed my machete, "sorry sweet cheeks, it was coming at me." He shrugged, my grip on my the handle of my machete not weakening.

"Yeah I get it, shit happens sweet cheeks." I mocked him, the next thing I know I swung my machete and imbedded it into his skull. He dropped to his knees and I put my foot on his chest pulling it out of his head.

His blood splattered on my face and in my hair, my shirt was now drenched but I could care less. The other prisoner yelled and went to hit me with his bat but Rick kicked him back by hit chest.

He bolted, "I got him." Rick said as he ran after him, I looked down at my now crimson colored shirt I wiped my bloody hand across my face not even realizing I smeared it all over my skin.

Daryl kept his crossbow pointed at one of the prisoners as I held my gun pointed at axels head.