A Dixon Sister?

Chapter 22

Emma POV

"You wouldn't" He challenged.

"Try me". I held the tip of the blade just under his chin and i pushed a little harder and the skin on his neck split. He winced as blood dripped down his neck. It was like having a paper cut stung like hell but not much blood.

"Sheath your blade". Rick said calmly. I pulled my knife away from his neck and wiped the blood of it before putting it back in my sheath. I walked back and stood next to Daryl. The black haired man brought his hand up to his neck and rubbed it along the cut I had made.

"You picked the locks off our doors". The short black man said totally ignoring what had just happened.

"We can give you new locks if you want". Rick said.

"This is our prison we where here first". The black haired man spoke up.

"Locked in a broom closet". Rick mocked. "We took it.... Set you free.... Its ours we spilled blood". Rick argued.

"We are moving back into our cell block". Black haired guy said.

"I'm your fucking dreams... Get your own cell block". I said unbelieving he just said that. He is really pushing it.

"I still got personal artifacts in there that's my cell block". The black haired guy said. He raised his gun at me. Daryl pushed me behind him and raised his crossbow. I got my bow out of my quiver, loaded it, pulled the draw string back and aimed it at the black haired guys head.

"Hey Tomas put the gun down..... lets try and make this work out so everybody wins". Moustache guy said. I smirked at black haired guys name.... Tomas.... ha.

"I don't see that happening". Tomas said.

"Neither do I". Rick agreed.

"I'm not going in that cafeteria for one more minute". Tomas said.

"There are other cell blocks". Moustache guy said.

"Shut up Axle". Tomas snarled.

"You could leave....... Try your look out on the road". Daryl gave an option and moved forward a bit. His crossbow still raised.

Tomas looked around at each of us. He lowered his gun.

"These four pussies can clear the prison the least we can do is clear out another cell block". Tomas mocked. I scowled at him.

"With what". The biggest black guy said.

"Well big tiny.... Atlanta here will spot us with some real weapons..... won't you boss". Tomas looked at Rick for advice.

Right so the big black guy is called big tiny? That's a stupid name

"How stocked is that cafeteria..... must have plenty of food... five guys lasting almost a year". Rick stated.

"Look at them..... They have haven't been starving". I said.

"There's only a little left". Tomas said.

"Well we'll take half..... In exchange we'll help you clear out a cell block". Rick reasoned.

"Didn't you hear him.... There's only a little left". The smallest black guy said.

"Bet you got more food than you have choices. Because you have three options. Option one give us half of your food and we will help you clear out a cell block with no one getting hurt. Option two you leave the prison and fend for your self's on the outside with little food and no weapons or guarantee no one will get hurt. Or option three we kill you all right here right now and take all the food and the prison". I threatened. All the prisoners looked at each other.

"So if you pay we'll play....... We clear out a block and you keep to it". Rick said.

"Alright". Tomas said.

"So lets be clear...... we see you out here anywhere near our people. If I so much as catch a whiff of your sent I will kill you". Rick threatened.

"Deal".

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Daryl POV

We had walked back into the prison and were now slowly walking through the tombs back to the cafeteria. Me and Emma were leading the small group. Our weapons were loaded and ready to fire. We turned corner after corner until we came to the cafeteria. We walked in and saw Herschel's leg still in the middle of the room. Emma looked in grimace and turned away from the sight. I lowered my weapon but kept it loaded.

"The pantry's back here". Tomas said walking ahead of us and into the back.

"You never tried to break out of this place". T-dog asked while looking around the room.

"We tried to pull the doors of but as soon as we tried, those freaks would be growling out side trying to get in....... those window got bars the he man couldn't get to". Oscar explained (middle black guy).

"Bigger than a five by eight". Axle said.

"You won't find me complaining. Doing fifteen. My left leg barely fit on one of those bunks". Big tiny said.

"Hell they don't call him big ting for nothing". Oscar said.

"Are you done jerking each other off...... sick of waiting back here". Tomas sneered.

I looked over at Emma and saw her bow had been packed  into her quiver. She was standing there with not a single weapon drawn. Out of the corner of my eye a saw Rick put a hand on his gun and start to follow the prisoners to the pantry. We walked into the pantry and saw it was practically full of food. Rick, Emma and T-dog stood in the doorway in shock at how much food was there. it was more food than we had seen in a while.

I walked into the pantry and up to Tomas. "You call this a little bit of food". I growled and walked behind him to see what food was there.

"It goes fast". He fired back

I mumbled as if to say 'yeah right'.

"You can have a bag of corn, a can of tuna fish an.....". Tomas was cut off by Rick.

"We said half that's the deal........ whats in there". He said motioning to the door next to him.

"Don't open that". Big ting warned but it was to late Rick had opened the door and immediately started to gag and close the door.

Some of the prisoners started to laugh. "He wanted to know". Tomas laughed.

"I cant wait for my own pot to piss in". Axle said guiltily.