A Dixon Sister?

Chapter 34

Emma POV

"Get in your car and get the hell out of here". I said firmly to one of the men. "GO GET IN YOUR CAR". I shouted.

The men scrambled to get in the car and Merle slowly got out of the car and turned to face me. He closed the door and the family drove off. Merle put his hand on my bow to lower it but I quickly moved it out of the way. I walked away, taking the arrow out of my bow and putting both my bow and arrow back in my quiver. I heard someone quickly walk up behind me. I turned around just to see Daryl with a slight smirk.

"What are you smirking at". I growled. I don't think I have ever been this pissed off with my brother before.

"I'm smirking at you and the way you dealt with Merle". Daryl smirked.

"What the shit you doing pointing that thing at me". Merle shouted from behind me, but was soon standing in front of me.

"They were scared, man". Daryl defended.

"They were rude, is what they were. Rude, and they owed us a token of gratitude". Merle argued.

"They didn't owe us nothing". I scolded.

"Yeah, you two helped them out of the goodness of your hearts, even though you both might die doing it. Is that something you're Sheriff Rick taught you". Merle mocked.

"There was a baby". Daryl shouted, having enough of it.

"Oh, otherwise you would've just left them to the biters, then". Merle questioned.

"Man, I went back for you, you weren't there. I didn't cut off you hand, neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You know, you asked for it". Daryl ranted. I was confused....when did this happen?

"Heh, you know.....you know what's funny to me? You and Sheriff Rick are like this now". Merle crossed his fingers . "Right? I bet you a penny and a fiddle of gold, that you never told him that we were, planning on robbing that camp blind". Merle said.

"It didn't happen". Daryl said.

"Yeah it didn't, because I wasn't there to help you". Merle answered back.

"What like when we were kids? Who left who then". Daryl spat.

"What? Is that why I lost my hand". Merle scolded.

"YOU LOST YOUR HAND BECAUSE YOUR A SIMPLE-MINDED PIECE OF SHIT". Daryl shouted as he stared to walk off.

"Yeah.....you don't know". Merle pulled the back of Daryl's shirt making it tear and show his scars.

I pulled Merle away from Daryl and stood between them.

"I....I didn't know". Merle said slowly.

"Yeah, you did". Daryl said as he collected his stuff and covered his scars with the bag.

"He did the same to you. Did you really think he would miss giving Daryl the treatment and just move straight onto me". I said harshly. "That's the whole reason you left first".

"I had to. I would have killed him, otherwise". Merle tried to defend.

Daryl got up and started to walk off.

"It would have been better if you had, then me and Daryl wouldn't of had to go through a that shit". I scolded before following Daryl.

"Where you going". Merle shouted after us.

"Back where we belong". Daryl said.

"I can't go with you. I tried to kill that black bitch and damn near killed the Chinese kid". Merle pleaded.

"He's korean". Me and Daryl corrected in sync.

"Whatever, doesn't matter. I just can't go with you". Merle said, his voice cracked, broken into as he also tried to fight off tears.

"You know, we may be the ones walking away, but you're the one that's leaving.....Again". Daryl said his voice had also cracked.

Daryl walked off and I followed, finally starting to walk in line with one another. My vision started to become blurry as I too fought off tears. Dixon's don't cry, Dixon's don't cry. I repeated that in my head until my vision became clear again. We walked back in the direction of the prison in silence. I could hear the faint sound of gun shot in the distance.

I gave Daryl a slight look before carrying walking at the normal pace. As we got closer to the gun fire we both realised that the gunfire was coming from non other than our 'home-sweet-home', the prison. We ran out of the tree line and saw Rick held against by three walkers. Daryl shot one in the head as I got one of my swords out of its sheath and sliced the other two walkers heads off, careful not to kill Rick as I did it.

More walkers charged at us. Daryl got his knife out and started stabbing them in the head.

"EMMA, BEHIND YOU". Rick shouted.

It was to late the walked had already tackled me to the floor, making me drop my sword a few meters away from me. I held the walker a few inches from my face, its hot breath covering my face in a foul smell. Its teeth chattered, hungry for my flesh. The weight of the walker was suddenly lifted off me. Daryl ran over and helped me up.

"Are you ok? Were you bitten? Scratched". He asked quickly.

"No, no, I'm fine". I said. I brushed myself off and looked around.

I saw Merle slowly getting up from smashing a walkers head in, Daryl and Rick were looking into the prison field, which was now full of walkers. I walked over to where I had dropped my sword on the floor and put it back in my sheath.

"Thanks by the way". I said as I stood next to Daryl.

"I'm not the one you should be thanking".