Defiant - (The walking dead / Daryl Dixon fanfic)

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    There is a difference between who I am, and what I show. 

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    "Bring him in here." The man, whom i had still not gotten his name, said. I groaned as I plopped Rick onto the bed. I stood back up and rolled my aching shoulders. The man and his son then began to tie Rick's hands and feet to the bed.

    "Why are you tying him up? I already told you what his bandage was for." I asked cautiously. The man seemed trustworthy, but he sure as hell didn't act it. 

    "Just taking precautions." He answered after a few short seconds. I gulped as he made his way towards me with rope and a knife. I struggled against his grip as he pushed me into a chair. "I'm not going to hurt you. I got my son, and I don't know you people. Therefore, I am taking precautions." He explained through gritted teeth. I nodded and let him tie me up. At least I wouldn't be stuck outside with those monsters. 

    I looked at the little boy, who had a baseball bat. He seemed no older than thirteen or fourteen. I looked around the room, when my eyes came across a picture. It was the man, his son, and a woman. Who I'm guessing was the man's wife. I looked back up at the little boy, who's eyes were already starring at me. I held his gaze before I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. 

    "Got that bandage changed out. It was pretty rank." I heard the man say. I looked over at him. He wasn't talking to me, he was talking to Rick. I guess he finally woke up. His eyes scanned the room till they landed on me. He sighed in relief and i nodded at him, to show I was okay. "I heard you got shot. Is there anything else?" The man questioned Rick. 

    "Gunshot ain't enough?" Rick asked sarcastically. The man looked at Rick very seriously and sat down on the bed. 

    "Look I ask, and you answer." The man said harshly. "That's common courtesy, right?" 

    I scoffed, which earned a hard glare from the man. I really needed to get his name. I mean I practically let him tie me up. 

    "Did you get bit?" The man asked me and Rick. I shook my head as i looked at him weirdly. Why would I have gotten bit?

    "Bit?" Rick asked, like he didn't believe it. 

    "Bit. Maybe scratched, anything like that." The man pressed again. It sounded like he was getting irritated by this interrogation. 

    "No, I got shot. Just shot, as far as I know." Rick answered back, just as harshly.  

    " What about you?" The man asked. I looked at him. 

    "No. I wasn't bit, scratched, or anything like that." I said , holding his gaze. He nodded and turned back to Rick. The man then pulled out a knife and held it in Rick's face. I gulped as Rick pushed is face away from the sharp blade. 

    "Take a moment, look how sharp it is. Either one of ya'll try anything, I will kill you with it." The man said. I looked at him as he cut the rope off of Rick's feet and hands. 

    "You two come on out when you're able." He said as he cut the rope off of me. I grabbed my wrist and rubbed the tender spots where the rope was. Before the man was fully out of the door, I stopped him. 

    "What's your name?" I asked. 

    "Morgan" He answered, then left. 

    "Are you okay?" I asked Rick. He nodded and rubbed his wrist. 

    "What about you?" He asked as he stood up off of the bed. I nodded. 

    "Yeah" I said as I wrapped my arms around me tightly. I tried blocking out the cold with my arms, but it wasn't working.