Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

Words Of Rebellion

They returned to the Sanctuary just after dark, and when they walked through the doors, the entire room fell silent when someone in the crowd announced their arrival. More or less, her brother's arrival. "Rick Grimes is here."

"They seem more happy to see you than they ever were to see me or Daryl," Parker commented under her breath as she fell in step between the two.

"Maybe cause they only see us as two damn escaped prisoners."

"He's the man who ended the war," Potter, one of the only people Parker got to know, had asked. "Is Negan suffering? I hope he damn well is."

"Hello," Eugene greeted, heading toward them through the gathering crowd of Saviors. Some of which Parker couldn't tell if they wanted to kill them all or if they were happy to see them. "All was well in your absence, other than a certain cabal of Saviors slingin' me some serious stink eye, but I've compiled a list of items that require your semi-immediate attention."

"Not now, man," Daryl told him, pushing some people out of his way, only for Laura to voice an opinion into the conversation.

"I checked out the supplies," She relayed back. "It's a pretty good haul. You should let everybody know." She nodded towards the balcony where Negan used to make his announcements.

"I ain't gettin' up on no stage and giving a damn speech like him," Daryl shot her down, some people's attention drawing toward the conversation. "It's bad timing. We just lost someone out there."

"Daryl," Parker grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, stopping both of them as she stared at the wall. Stopping beside her, Daryl followed Parker's line of sight to the wall, where someone had spray-painted the words 'SAVIORS, SAVE US' and underneath that read 'WE ARE STILL NEGAN'.

"Does this happen often?" Michonne asked, looking over at the couple who seemed less than surprised at the messy painted words on the wall.

"Yeah. It's starting to become an almost daily thing. Really starting to piss me the fuck off." Parker muttered under her breath. Grabbing a random rag from one of the work tables, she planned on cleaning it off herself.

"More and more since the crops been dyin'," Daryl answered Michonne's question. "Eugene, Jerry! You know who did that?"

"Don't know, man," Jerry shook his head as he came up from behind them.

"That would be a negative," Eugene added.

"Hey, no," Daryl put a hand on Parker's shoulder, taking the rag out of her hands. "Ain't our jobs to clean up after these assholes."

"Well, everyone's getting sick of having to repaint or scrub it off the walls. We should start kicking these assholes out. It's fine. I got it." She stole the rag out of his hands, and he once again stopped her.

"James! Clean that up." Daryl instructed. He would do anything possible to get under that man's skin after finding out the type of guy James used to be. "You can have Justin help you."

Justin wasn't Parker's favorite person; He refused to let the old ways die and clung to the hope that Negan would return to 'save' them. He was cruel, the kind of person who would fight his way out of something with his fists. And he didn't like being told what to do either. And James, well, she hated that man with every single bone in her body. And that hatred was deeply rooted from back before everything went to hell.

"No, I'm not cleaning that shit up," James downright refused, drinking a glass of some type of alcohol.

"It wasn't a question," Daryl said, throwing the rag at his chest.