Between Arrows and Hearts - Daryl Dixon

Ándate a la mierda

"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went." Rick was trying to peacefully get the boy's information. Who didn't seem to want to talk after all the threats Daryl had made to him.

"I ain't telling you nothing."

T-Dog, clearly stressed, shot a look at Daryl. "Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?"

"I told 'ya, this little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me and Cass." Daryl shot back, pacing back and forth. He couldn't shake the image of Cass screaming for him as they dragged her into that car.

"You're the one who jumped me, puto." The kid smirked. "Screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault."

"They took Cass. Could have taken Merle too." Daryl was mad, frustration boiling over. He couldn't help but think that the kid was right. If he hadn't been asking about Merle, they wouldn't have attacked him by surprise, preventing Cass from being kidnapped.

"Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle." As soon as those words left the kid's mouth, Daryl saw red. He stopped in his tracks and advanced on the kid, ready to kick his ass, but Rick jumped in front of him.

"Damn it, Daryl. Back off."

Glenn rubbed his hands over his face, frustration etched all over him. The pain from the beatings was fading, but his worry for Cass was growing by the second. "Look, it doesn't matter how this all went down. Just tell us where your people are keeping Cass," he urged, staring straight at the kid.

Daryl snapped, tired of being in the dark. "Wanna see what happend to the last guy that pissed me off?" He pulled Merle's severed hand out of Glenn's backpack and tossed it into the boy's lap. The kid jumped from the chair, panic flashing across his face, and Daryl quickly pounced on top of him.

"Start with the feet this time." Daryl said, before Rick pulled him off the boy.

"The men you were with took our friend" Rick continued, his tone serious. "She means a lot to us. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out."

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A wave of panic froze Cass. A bag covered her head, and her hands were taped together behind her back. Her skin crawled, her palms slick with sweat. She'd tried to think of ways to escape, but she didn't even know where she was. When they'd shoved her into the car and covered her head, she'd tried to keep track of turns, but it was pointless. She was terrible with directions. Her family used to joke that if they spun her around twice outside, she'd be lost. Now, every nerve was on edge as voices drifted in from the next room. They sounded muffled, but she focused, straining to make out the words.

"What happened out there, vato? I sent you to grab a bag, and you come back with a girl?"

"I told you, G. They were beating up Miguel. The girl nearly cracked my skull with a bat, and Felipe took an arrow in the ass. They're dangerous."

Cass frowned. That wasn't what happened. While the men were talking, she fought against the tape on her wrists, twisting her hands, but it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, she shook her head, trying to slide the bag off. Just as she was getting close, she heard the closet door creak open.

"Looks like you're not very calm in here." Came the voice she assumed belonged to "G."

"Ándate a la mierda" She muttered. The bag was yanked off her head, and Cass blinked against the light, finally seeing him. (Fuck you)

He had short hair, with a thin beard on his chin, a mustache, and a silver rosary around his neck. "Así no habla una señorita." He smirked. (That's not how a lady should talk)