Last One Standing ~ TWD Daryl Dixon

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Jo

I sat in my cell staring down at my bloodied knuckles. I had fought two of The Governor's prize fighter's tonight and had won both fights. I hadn't meant to, in fact I normally threw one of my fights of the night. I ended up sore and with a beating but it usually lessened some The Governor's interest in me. The only other time I had won all my fights he had come down to my cell after.

I closed my hand into a fist, relishing the pain of the skin stretching and pulling where it had broke over the points of my knuckles. The pain kept me grounded.

I had fully intended to throw the second fight and let the new girl kick my ass, but then I saw her making out with the Governor right before she stepped into the ring. Something in my brain switched off...or maybe it switched on. I didn't know anymore. But she had come strutting into the ring, preening and blowing him kisses and I decided then and there to break his new toy.

And I did.

I toyed with her first, letting her get in a couple good shots and boost her ego. I waited until she was strutting around the ring, raising her arms and urging the crowd to cheer for her. Then I turned to The Governor, met his eyes and smiled. I saw him flinch, saw his eyes widen as he yelled her name but it was lost with the roar of the rest of the crowd. I slammed my foot into the side of her knee, destroying the joint. She fell to the sand and I was on her before she realized what happened. I beat her beautiful face until she was unrecognizable and it took both Martinez and Merle to pull me off. They dragged me back by my arms as I swore and fought until they finally had to pick me up. And when they put me in the cell Martinez's eyes shone with fear. It made me smile as he hurried away to get the next spectacle ready for the crowd.

Merle hung around a minute longer. He stood outside my cell watching me, his face strangely grim. I ignored him until he went away, shaking his head.

I leaned back against the bars and closed my eyes while I fought to regain control of my breathing and myself. I don't know how long I sat there, it sounded like two or three more fights went by. I heard Martinez and some of the other men come down and pull Biters out of the cage next to mine, but I didn't open my eyes.

Finally, the cheers died down and I heard the loud click as the outside lights were turned out. Still I didn't move. I didn't move when I heard the light tread of feet outside my cell and the groan as the man dropped down to sit outside the bars.

"You still with me Barbie?" Merle's voice called through the bars. I still didn't know why he called me that. I looked nothing like a Barbie doll, too short and with dark hair. When I pointed it out to Merle he only laughed at me.

I grunted but didn't open my eyes. "He coming down here tonight?" I asked. My voice sounded angry, but if I was honest I was terrified at the thought. He didn't have the balls to come in the cell with me, but he could torment me plenty when he had the threat of violence against my sister hanging over my head.

Merle scoffed. "Naw, not after what you did in that ring." I heard him reach through the bars with his one good hand.

I opened my eyes and looked up to see him holding out a flask. I never understood why Merle was nice to me. Or rather, as nice as he was capable of being in his capacity of henchman to the man holding me captive.

I reached through the bars and took the flask. I knocked it back first, then poured a little bit of it over my knuckles. I hissed as the alcohol made contact with the cuts.