A Crossbow and a Mic (1D & Walking Dead)

*Darlene Dixon's Point Of View (Pov)*

My brother Daryl and I continued to walk, searching for our older brother Merle. He had kidnapped another member, of the group, Michonne, under Rick's permission before, Rick changed his mind.

I spotted Michonne, stabbing a walker running over to her.

"Michonne, where's Merle?"

"He let me go, said he had to do something." she explained flinging the blood off her sword.

I thanked Michonne and then we were on our way again.

"Merle, Merle!" Daryl and I screamed for him repeatedly until we came to the back entrance of 'Woodburry' Daryl placed his hand over my mouth.

Dreadfull place if ya' ask me.

Walkers were in the middle of a snack, unaware we were right behind them. We pasted them quietly, coming to a little shack. But before we entered a certain walker noticed us.

He looked quite familiar.

"N-no, no!" I whisper yelled, realizing who the walker really was.

"Merle?" Daryl whispered, taking in a deep breath.

Merle's cropse stood, dragging it's body towards us. He came inches from me, before Daryl pushed him away. This continued until Daryl had had enough. Daryl tackled Merle to the ground. He ripped out his knife, stabbing Merle's head repeatedly. Once he was done I ran to his cropse hugging it. Daryl clinging to him as well.

"Why-why, god why?" Tears flooded my eyes making my vision go blury.

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"I need to talk to everybody now!" Rick Grimmes shouts.

Rick's our so called, "leader".

Everyone makes their way to the bottom of the stairs. As Rick has a look of panic on his face. I lean against the wall not really caring about what he has to say, as I'm too sad to even care. Any other time I'd be all ears as to what Rick's gotta say. But not this time, part of this is his fault away.

In a way he killed Merle.

"I made a deal with the governer," Rick rest his hand on his holster. (Holster:; belt for a gun.) "If I gave the governor Michonne he'd leave us alone. I was gonna let him." Rick's hand moved to his gun, gripping it tightly.

Michonne's facial expression harded at the thought being given away.

"Rick why would you jeopardize everyone's lives like that?" I spat making my way over to Rick, getting in his face.

"I don't know," Rick walked away hitting my shoulder.

"STOP!" I clinched my fist, gritting me teeth.

Rick stopped, I gripped his shoulder spinning him around to face me. His eyes held guilt and sorrow. We stared at each other for a second.

"Look I'm sorry for blowing out on ya' but, I can't stay. I'm going on a trip for a while."