My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 43- Like Wild Dogs

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We were sat against the wall, holding onto each other as if we'd loose each other.

I was fearful of the men around us, they reeked of filth and arrogance. They never stopped staring at us, they seemed to be so angered and jealous, that it made my skin crawl.

Then the brunette, with the greasy hair who killed Warren began walking towards us, his eye on Daryl and I.

"Dar," I whispered, nudging his side.

He let out a low growl, before opening his eyes and glaring at the man.

"Christ." The man spat, "Give it here." He said as he held his hand out towards Daryl.

"You step back." Daryl warned, sitting up straighter than before.

"My half was in the bag, now its gone. Ain't nobody around here interested in half a damn cotton tail, except you. Ain't that right?" The man yelled.

Daryl was on his feet now, standing in front of me and moving closer towards the greasy brunette.

"You're the one thinkin' about that crap." Daryl spat, looking very angrily towards the man.

I climbed to my feet slowly, the brunette watching me from the corner of his eye. "Empty your bag." He ordered, reaching towards Daryl's stuff.

"I SAID STEP BACK." Daryl yelled, grabbing his bag, and moving away from the man.

Both Daryl and the other man were at a stand still, glaring at each other like wild dogs, until the salt and pepper headed man snatched the bag up from Daryls hand and turned towards him.

"Did you take his rabbit Daryl?" The man asked, a calm tone to his voice. "Tell me the truth."

"I didn't take nothin'." He growled, never breaking eye contact with the greasy haired man.

"What do we got here." The salt and pepper haired man said, as he shook Daryls bag so the contents would spill to the floor. "Come on."

"Well look at that." The man said, looking at half a rabbit from the bag.

"You put that there, when I went out with her!" He snapped, giving the brunette a shove. "Didn't ya!"

"You lied, you stole. We gonna teach him a lesson or what, Joe?" The brunette demanded.

By now all the other guys in the room had circled around to watch the argument between Daryl and the greasy man.

"Whoa, whoa. He says he didn't take your half of the rabbit, so we got a little conundrum here." The salt and pepper haired man said, or Joe as the brunette had said. "Either he's lying, which is an actionable offense, or you planted it on him like some pussy, punk-ass, cheatin', coward, cop did ya? Cause while that wouldn't be specifically be breaking the rules, you disappoint me."

"It would." The brunette nodded in agreement. "I didn't."

"Good," Joe said, giving the brunette a small slap on the shoulder. "Well," he began before decking the brunette right in the face. "Teach him a lesson gents, he's a lying sack of shit and I'm sick of it. Teach him all the way."

The men began to kick at the brunette, and his groans and moans from pain began to ring out.

"I saw him do it," Joe said, walking towards Daryl and I.

"Why didn't you stop him?" Daryl asked.

"He wanted to play that out, I let him. You told the truth, he lied." Joe said, wagging his finger in Daryls face. "You understand the rules, he doesn't."

Joe looked towards me, making Daryl stiffen and back up a bit. "Miss, whats your name again?"

"Mariah." Daryl answered for me, sending a dangerous look in Joe's direction.

"Mariah, sorry you had to see that. But we don't tolerate lyin' here. Long as you and your boy here follow them rules, we'll get along just fine." Joe said, holding his hand out towards me. "I'm Joe."

I slowly shook his hand, and gave a small nod, before Joe bent down to pick up the rabbit. "Looks like you get to keep the head too."

Joe slowly walked towards the other, and watched as they continued to beat the man on the ground, no sounds erupting from his body anymore.

Daryl bent down and began putting his stuff back into his bag, silently and quickly. He turned towards me, a nervous look in his eye before grabbing my hand and heading towards the rest of our stuff.

"What happened?" I whispered, as Daryl sat down.

"I caught a rabbit, he tried claiming it. So Joe gave us both a half, Len was an asshole. Don't think we need to worry bout' em' anymore tho." He said, staring at the greasy brunettes body.

"Now, we got lots to talk about, so start by explaining what the hell happened to your eye." He sighed, before scrunching his face up and and pulling on the gauze around my head.

I nibbled on my lip, and let him slowly remove the gauze from my eye. He tried not to wince, it was obvious but his eyes showed true anger and hatred.

"It all began after I fled the Prison."