Rick and Daryl continued to sit in silence in the back of the van. Yes, it was awkward, but what else could they do? Daryl didn't want to make any eye contact, so he kept his focus to the truck door, or his nails. The truck came to an abrupt stop and Rick jumped up. Daryl got up along with him, squinting as the truck was opened, the sunlight almost blinding him.
"We run in there, get Merle, run out. Quick. And. Easy." T-Dog finished, grabbing a gun with only four bullets in. He had this determined face, but it's not like he felt remorse for Merle, he was determined to get the hell out of there.
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*Daryls pov*
It seemed like we were running up stairs for hours, when in reality we were running for a minute or two. Rick had a bolt cutter and was attempting to cut the lock with it. It smashed to bits and Rick pushed the door open. I ran out in front of him. Frantically searching for Merle.
He had to be here.
"Merle!" I called out, this douchebag was obviously not anywhere to be seen...
"Merle!" Rick yelled. Rick started looking around and the more he looked the more I felt like shit. Was Merle even here..?
I turned a corner and felt my stomach flip. Merle's hand... it was dangling from the cuffs. "No... NO." I yelled because I couldn't do anything eles. Too much worry poured through my eyes and I couldn't stand it... He couldn't be safe. Rick walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. He rested his head on my shoulder and squeezed me tightly.
It was the only thing we could think of doing at the moment. It was the only thing that made sence.
More tears slid down my face as he hugged me back.
From this point on nothing will ever be the same.
Never.
A/N- Oh my gosh! This is the end! This story was pretty short, but I feel like it was filled with detail and I loved writing it. Thank you guys so much for being there and giving me a chance. How'd you guys like it? Comment everything you though about this! Sorry it was so short, I'll try making something eles longer on my account. Thank you guys so much! I had lots of fun with you. ❤️❤️
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The Grind *Rickyl*
FanfictionDaryl Dixon is a man of choice. He chose not to follow his parents wishes. He chose to move way from them to Atlanta, Georgia. There Daryl found a job at his favorite coffee spot "The Grind", and had way more luck with finding an apartment. He enjoy...
