Chapter 4: Hate isnt a strong enough word

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Daryl's POV

It takes everything I have not to look towards her, to tell her everything is okay and I won't let them touch her. But I know that I can't. If Clint catches any kind of betrayal, we will all be dead and Shannon worse off then that.

I went out on a run with Clint after the incident with Flax. I started planting the seed about how awful Alexandria was and how bad Rick was as a leader, saying shit I never actually thought before. It wasn't hard to figure him out, I hung around scum like him my whole life seeing as Merle didn't keep good company ever. "It's just a bunch of bullshit we can survive together crap he pulls all the time, I'm sick of it man." I say as we clear out a building "sick of being sitting ducks."

"Doesn't seem that bad" He says back playing me.

I eye him after shooting a walker down with my arrow "he ain't a leader, none of em are. They are weak." I snarl like I'm disgusted.

He shrugs "I can see a bit of that there" he comments finally starting to agree with me.

"Is that you Clint?" Someone shouts down from their post pulling my attention back to reality. "Well I'll be damned, Clint's back Freddy!" He calls over his shoulder.

Clint calls back loudly "and I got the girl!"

My body stiffens at the way he says it, like it's everything he's ever wanted to say. I want to kill him right here, right now. I keep my face dead ahead at the gate, unwilling to show any further emotion to anyone I'm around. I need to get rid of this asshole once and for all for her, she shouldn't have to live knowing he's around. There's movement behind the fences before the gate pulls open. About 5-6 men face us now, guns around their arms, dressed as if they are military. But they ain't, cause any decent military man wouldn't allow the shit to go down here that does. "Got two girls." One of em eyes Rosita.

I know she can handle herself but I step a bit in front of her, wanting to defend at least one of em. Clint chortles "ya, but that one ain't for the Hancho if you know what I mean." His eye brows raise up.

"Come on man" I snarl towards him wanting to get inside and get the plan moving.

Clint rolls his eyes "this stick in the mud red neck is Daryl. Him and Rosita there helped me learn bout her being there, helped me get what I've been looking for." He tells them all, pulling Shannon closer to him, releasing his arm and wrapping it around her waist.

She tries to pull away, her face full of discomfort and disgust but he keeps her right to him. "Ohh, he gon be one happy camper! We all might get to celebrate once he gets back!" One of the other men holler out with a grin.

"He's not here?" The man who waited with Shannon in the barn asks from in front of me. I forget what Clint has been calling him.

Most of them shake their heads "naw." A few respond together. One adds on "went to the camp out near Raleigh, had to put them back in their place."

Clint shakes his head "guess some things never change." He starts walking into the fenced in area. "How many camps here now? Looks like ya'll expanded a bit on the west" he says.

Rosita looks at me and I shrug, following behind him. The other men follow behind us, staying close as they should. "About 3 of em tried to leave under his rule since you left. Our numbers are gettin' big here."

"Ima get this one nice and cozy in her familiar cage. Ya'll take those 2 to the conference room and wait for me." Clint directs.

"Got it, sir" one says back and starts to usher us aside.

Shannon tries to keep her feet planted, spitting at Clint about where he's taking her. Clint laughs and tries to drag her along. The way he pulls her infuriates me. I step closer to them, grabbing Shannon from behind at her waist and throwing her over my shoulders "here" I grumble as I do.

"What the fuck, man?" Clint spits to me.

I eye him, stopping as he does not knowing where he wants me to take her "really wanna cause a scene and not be the first one to tell him the good news?" I ask him.

He keeps his face still when thinking about what I said "yer'right. Follow me. Take her to conference room." He goes to direct

"No way. I'm not going anywhere with these guys. I'm staying with you or Daryl." Rosita argues.

"What?" Clint asks.

She walks over towards us "I know why you have her and why she's here. I'm not stupid enough to go off with these guys somewhere. You promised protection, we promised a virgin. You got yours.." She trails off.

He rolls his eyes "fine, not like these ladies would try anything anyway." And Clint storms forward.

All the while this conversation is being had, Shannon fights against me. Her arms battle against my back trying to get me to lower her to the ground. Although I'm happy his hands are off her right now, it isn't the way I want to be touching her. I know she hates me right now, probably more than she hates her old friend who betrayed her. That thought gets me thinkin'. What if he's still around here? Before getting her out of here, I'll have to get him, he has to pay for what he did as well. While I think this, we make it to a building on the grounds. The man whose name I figured is Freddy comes around and opens the chain locking the door. It creaks open wide and the little windows on top the back wall light it up just enough to see it's an old horse stall.

"Over here" Clint calls to me as I keep my eyes from continuing to roam. There are at least 15 stalls, and more than half of them have someone inside of it. They are covered with undergarments only and chained inside by their ankles.

"Ya'll are that bad" Rosita comments in the darkness.

Freddy returns "not all of us. Some are just here to survive."

I snort a laugh out "your leader really that scary?" I ask as Clint opens the last stall door.

"You'll find out soon enough" Clint answers for him "drop her here." He directs me.

I drop her down slow enough where she should be okay but hard enough where it looks like I don't care about her. She lands on her ass and flips her head up once it hits. My eyes catch hers and they show nothing but disdain and hatred for me.

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