Li'l Sparky // [Daryl Dixon]

He Knows

Season: Two

Episode: Secrets

*Ryan's POV*

"Ryan," Maggie shook me awake. "Ryan!" 

"Why the diddly ding-dong would you do that? I've just been shot!" I exclaimed. Daryl woke up with a start. 

"God, what time is it?" he asked groggily. Maggie started at Daryl and back at me. Her eyebrow raised. I quickly shook my head. 

"I need to talk to you. Alone," Maggie said. I nodded and stepped outside with her. She forcefully took my arm and dragged me behind the house.

"Glenn knows about the barn," Maggie said bluntly. My jaw dropped.

"What?" I gasped. "How does he know?" Maggie looked down and shuffled her feet. 

"I gotta start from the beginning," she started. "So, when Glenn and I went on that pharmacy run, we... uh... well, you know." 

My eyes widened as I put the dots together, "Oh, Maggie, you didn't!"

"It ain't like you're not doin' it with Dixon," she mumbled.

"I'm just gonna act like you didn't say that," I said. "So, what does that have to do with the barn?"

"I wanted to do it again," Maggie admitted. I let out an involuntary groan. 

"And you fellas went into the barn," I finished for her. "Maggie, do you even like him?"

"I dunno," she shrugged. 

"Well, you probably broke that poor boy's heart," I laughed and walked off.

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Hours passed. Daryl was moved from the bed and to a tent outside. Most people were gathered by the RV, having some breakfast.

I noticed Andrea walking into Daryl's tent. I eavesdropped on their conversation. 

"Hey," she said. "This is not that great, but..."

"What, no pictures?" Daryl joked. 

"I'm so sorry. I feel like shit," Andrea apologized. 

"Yeah, you and me both," Daryl said. "And you should be apologizin' to Ryan, not me."

"She was the one that rode in front of you," I heard her scoff. "That's her fault, not mine." I was taken aback. Did she actually have the audacity to blame me for getting shot? Especially when it was her with the gun? 

In anger, I walked into Daryl's tent, grabbed her by the collar, and threw her on the ground.

"What the--?" she sputtered and stood up. Everyone's eyes were as big as dinner plates. I stalked up to Andrea and punched her across the jaw. Everyone gasped as she stumbled back.

"That's for shootin' me!" I yelled. Before she could protest, I backhanded her across the cheek.

"That's for blamin' me!" To end the show with a bang, I kicked the back of her knees, wrapped my leg around her neck, and pulled her to the ground. 

"And that's for nearly shootin' Daryl!" I hissed. Strong arms grabbed me and pulled me up. I looked up to see Shane's stunned face. Lori helped Andrea up. 

"Hey!" I yelled. "Shoot me again, you best pray I'm dead!" 

I walked past Daryl's tent. "Hey," he grunted. "Get in here." I went into Daryl's tent and sat besides him.

"That was... insane," Daryl laughed. 

"Something I got from your brother," I smirked. 

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