Bitten ( Daryl Dixon / The Walking Dead Fanfic )

Chapter 29

Ariana's POV

What the actual hell was happening?

I nervously played with my hair as I stared at the door fearfully, expecting Daryl to barge in and shoot us both in the heads. Dastan was a little bit more cautious and was holding a baseball bat he found and looking down the window, making sure he didn't climb up.

"Ariana, Dastan its Rick. You can open the door." A voice calmly said from behind the door. Dastan stood next to me and handed me a glass vase, I stared at him in confusion and he shrugged. I couldn't blame him, it's not like there was a lot of choices here.
"Hell nah, he's going to kill me" Dastan replied. "He won't, I guarantee it" Rick replied in the same calm tone. I slowly walked towards the door and unlocked to see Rick stand there and sigh in relief and then smiled at me. "Its okay" he whispered and caressed my face.

Dastan popped his head out of the room causing me to completely step out. He was looking around cautiously whilst holding the baseball bat, ready to hit. He looked down at me and saw I was lightly holding the vase in one hand, he sighed in annoyance and put both my hands on it and adjusted my arms so I too was ready to hit.

"Where is he?" Dastan asked with his eyes still searching. "In the living room. He's calm down-" "Bullshit" I snorted, Daryl doesn't know what the word calm even means! "Well yes calm enough not to shoot anyone so if you two would come downstairs I'm sure we can work this out." Rick said in a tone that suggested he was pretty darn tired.

After convincing Dastan (who actually suggested that we should surprise attack him and take him out), we all walked downstairs and towards the living room. I had given Rick the vase but Dastan  kept hold of the baseball bat.

Dastan and I walked slowly and cautiously into the living room behind Rick. Daryl's eyes met mine and his facial expression soften for a second before it turned cold as he glared at Dastan who stiffened at the sight of Daryl. I have a bad feeling about this.

We sat down next to Rick and I was now seated across Daryl. For the first in forever he wasn't staring at me but rather glaring at Dastan. I have to admit this didn't make me feel any more comfortable.

"So, what happened?" Rick asked cautiously, a question I too wanted the answer to!

"This sum'bitch been going round makin moves on all the young girls like sum sorta pervert!" Daryl shot back as he stood up and pointed at Dastan. This caused Dastan to grip his baseball bat harder.

"Stop makin me out like some sorta vulnerable gal!" Ava shot at Daryl, causing Daryl to scoff and sit back down, eyes still on Dastan.

"I'm not a pervert! Beth took me by surprise, I pushed her away I swear" Dastan finally replied. I stared at him with one eyebrow lifted as everyone else had surprised expressions except for Ava who looked annoyed. It's hard to imagine shy lil Beth making a move on Dastan, or anyone else for that matter.

"Yeah well what bout Ava huh?" Daryl asked, also taken aback by this new revelation.

"What about Ary-Anna huh?" Dastan replied causing my head to snap towards him. What the hell is he talking about?

Daryl looked taken aback and looked away causing Dastan to smirk.
"So what's this, an eye for an eye?" Ava asked in annoyance. I just sat there, still stunned by Dastans remark. What does he know ? Or thinks he knows?

I looked over to Rick to see that he was staring at me for some reason. He then shook his head and stood up " I believe that this is y'all personal matter so I'm going to head up" he quickly glanced at me before nodding at us and walking out. What was that about? I sighed at how frustrating this night had become.

"You stay away from Ava" Daryl seethed at Dastan. "And you keep the fuck away from my sister" Dastan shot back.

My eyes met Ava's who shook her head in annoyance and she sighed.

"Shut up Dastan" I muttered causing Daryl to smirk. Ava patted Daryl shoulder and said "I got this cuz, I dont protection from Dastan." Daryl glared at her. "The hell ya mean?! I know his type! Frickin rich no good bastards!"

"And what are you huh? A lowlife redneck! You really think you have a chance with my sister?" Daryl jumped on Dastan and tackled him to floor and started throwing punches. Both Ava and I shot up and tried to get Daryl off of him and barely managed to.

As Daryl moved away, his breath still ragged with Ava infront of him making sure he didn't go for round 2, I knelt down to Dastan who looked out of it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shouted at Daryl as I helped Dastan sit up. His eye was already swelling up and his lip was busted. I made a mental note to not let him anywhere near a mirror.

Daryl scoffed and muttered something along the lines of "dumb bitch" and stormed out of the room with Ava right behind him.

"Youre an asshole Dastan" I shot at my brother as I punched his arm. He glared at me and rubbed his arm.

"He fucked up my face didnt he?" He asked hesitantly. " What? Nah. You look..fine"