Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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"Still getting the hang of her. Kicks like a bitch but-"
"I should've done it." Daryl growled storming over to Dwight who was holding his beloved crossbow.
"Oh what's that? Seriously I didn't catch what you said." Dwight taunted.
"I should've killed yer."
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"Yeah you probably should have. So here we are. Kind of begs the question. Who brought this on who? I mean I get you'll just have to take my word for this but...she wasn't even the one I was aiming for."
He then locked his eyes on me through his blonde hair, a small, eery smile tugging on his lips.
I could see how Daryl immediately tensed and stepped in front of me in an effort to shield me. If it wasn't for the fact that Denise had just been murdered I would have found it funny, his sudden change in mood.
"Don' look at her." The redneck snarled.
"It's nothing personal. Look, this isn't how we like to start new business arrangements, but, well, you pricks kind of set the tone, didn't you?"
"What do you want?" Rosita hissed at Dwight.
"I'm sorry darlin', I didn't quite catch your name. I'm D or Dwight. So you can call me either. So what's your name?"
"Rosita. What do you want?"
"Hold on hold on. I wanna know what your name is to darlin'."
As he moved to the left slightly to face me I narrowed my eyes.
"It's none of your business." I growled.
"We can stay here all day if you want to. But I'm not leaving until I know."
"It's Ophelia. Now what the fuck do you want?"
"Well Ophelia, it's not what I want. It's what you, Rosita and Daryl are gonna do. You're going to let us into your little complex. It looks like it's just beautiful in there. And then you're going to let us take whatever and whoever we want... or we blow Eugene's brains out. And then yours. And then hers. And then his. I hope it doesn't come to that, really. Nobody else has to die. We just try and start with one. You know... maximum impact to get our point across. So what's it gonna be? You tell me."
I felt Daryl's fingers intertwine with mine as he stepped back, urging me to follow and I instantly moved closer to him.
