A Dixon Sister?

Chapter 31

Rick POV

"We can tend to womb for you, give you a little food and water, then send you on your way. But your going to have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula". I tried to persuade a woman who had come to the prison carrying a basket full of formula.

"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy, with a pretty girl". The woman said. I heard Herschel stiffen behind me. "And a girl with two swords, a bow and arrows and a scar along her right eye". The woman added. Daryl tensed and held his crossbow tighter.

"What happened". I asked.

"Were they attacked". Herschel spoke.

"They were taken". The woman informed.

"Taken, by who". I asked.

"By the same son of a bitch who shot me". The woman said, her voice full of hate.

"Hey, these are our people, you tell us what happened now". I said as i walked closed and dug my finger into the side of the woman's leg, where she had a gunshot womb.

"Don't, don't you ever touch me again". The woman warned as she stood up.

"You better start talking. You're going to have a much bigger problem than a gunshot womb". Daryl spat. His crossbow, aimed at the woman's head.

"Find them yourself". The woman said. Wow she is stubborn.

"Put it down". I put my hand on the top of Daryl's crossbow and gently pushed it down. I stood in between Daryl and the woman. "You came here for a reason".

"There's a town, Woodbury, about 75 survivors, I think they were taken there". The woman said.

"A whole town". I asked.

"It's run by this guy, calls himself the governor.....pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type, he's the guy who took your friends". The woman said.

"He got muscle". Daryl asked.

"Paramilitary wannabes, they have armed sentries on every wall". The woman said.

"You know a way in". I asked.

"Place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through". The woman supported.

"How did you know how to get here". I asked.

"They mentioned a prison, said which direction it was in, said it was a strait shot". The woman said truthfully.

"This is Herschel, father of the pretty girl who was taken, he'll take care of that". I motioned to the gunshot on her leg. "This is Daryl, brother to the girl with the scar. I wouldn't get on his bad side, especially when family is involved".

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Emma POV

I slowly opened my eyes. I slowly looked around, there was a table in front of me with all of my weapons on. I tried to grab them but soon found out I was taped to a chair......great.

"Ah and now she wake's". There was a small round of applause from the corner of the room.

A man who |I recognised to be the Governor stepped out into the light. I stiffened as he slowly pulled one of my katana's out of its sheath. He circled round me, running the flat of the blade along the back of my neck. The cold blade making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. I kept my breathing slow and steady. He quickly pulled my head back by my hair and held the blade of the sword against my neck.

"Where is your group". He said slowly.

"Go to hell". I said through gritted teeth.

He pushed the sword harder into my neck. Not quite breaking the skin.

"I'm gonna ask one more time. Where is your group". He spat.

"You're not getting anything out of me". I struggled.

The Governor quickly moved the sword and slammed my head forward, bashing it against the table. My vision went blurry before going clear as I sat back up. The Governor slid my sword back into my sheath, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me.

"Let's go about this a different way. As you know i'm the Governor, but I don't know anything about you. So lets start with your name". The Governor said trying to sound nice.

"Issac Dix". I joked. I knew because of his accent it would sound like I suck dick's when he said it.

"Isn't that a boys name, Issac". The Governor queried.

"No, and you have to say my name all as one. I've not given you my last name yet". I stated.

"Well I suck dick's". The Governor paused and looked confused as I burst out laughing. His face twisted before he finally figured out what I had done. He stood up, stormed towards me and grabbed me by my throat. "You think this is funny". He sneered.

"You said you suck dicks". I choked. I was still laughing.

He let go of my throat. "What is your real name". He said through gritted teeth.

"My name dick licker is Emma Dixon and i'm gonna kick your ass". I mocked.

He punched me across the face before leaving the room.

Ha idiot.

Though pissing him off was fun, it wasn't my goal. My goal was to get my knife from the table. When the Governor grabbed my throat he pushed my chair back, just enough so I could swing my legs up on the table and grab my belt between both of my feet. I lifted my leg (that had the belt on) towards my right hand and grabbed the knife out of the sheath.

I freed my self from the tape as gunshots and shouting went off in the distance. Three men stormed into the room. They circled around me, one lunged and I tried to fight him off but he disarmed me. The others restrained me and put a bag over my head. Both of my arms were being held by two men. They held my arms tightly, digging their fingers into my flesh.

I kicked and screamed to get out of their grip. They must have gotten the other man to hold my legs because I was now being carried. We must have come into a crowded area because I heard cheering and jeering. I was thrown down then pulled to my feet. I struggled to get free of the two men still holding onto my arms.

"This is one of the terrorists".

I heard people around me gasp.

"Merle's own brother". The same voice said. It sounded so familiar.

Merle's alive? He's here? Wait Merle's brother.....Daryl!

I struggled harder to get out of the men's grip.

"And this is another one of the terrorists". The voice was closer to me.

The bag was ripped off my head. I squinted my eyes as they got used to the light. I looked around to see Daryl standing there unmoving as he looked at Merle and Merle looking at me with a sort of sad expression. The Governor circled round us with one eye. We stood in a sort of Colosseum with people around the edges and the gladiators in the ring.

"This is Merle's sister everyone. How about you say hello". The Governor stepped closer to me.

He tried lifting my head up with his hand but I flinched away. He tried again but this time (with the help of the two men holding my arms) I swung my legs up and kicked him in the face. The Governor stumbled back as I was pushed to the floor. The whole crowd was screaming even louder. The Governor stormed back up to me, punched me in the face (making me fall to the floor) then kicked me in the gut.

The two men that were holding my arms pulled me up as I gasped for air.

"What shall we do with them". The Governor shouted to the crowd.

The crowd cheered the same thing, something anyone wolud dread to hear.

"Kill them".