Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 2

Melinda's POV

This kid is not saying a damn word! I want to rip his head off! But I have to stay a little calm to get answers from him. I was one of the best persuaders on the field. Surly I can get this kid to say something that will help. Right?

"Alright, you little shit! where did they take Glenn?!" I kneel down and get in his face. Hey, I said I would try to stay calm. At least I'm not beating the fuck out of him!

"I said, I ain't tellin' you nothin'" He leans forward to get closer to me.

"Listen, we can do this the easy way," I pause, pulling my knife out and twirling it in my fingers. "or the hard way. it's your choice." I said in a low voice. He just looked me in the eye.

"You wouldn't do that to a kid." He thinks he knows me so well.

"Try me." I growl. He needs to talk before I plunge this knife in his leg.

"Melinda, stop it." Rick grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He started to talk to the boy. But the boy said everything he pretty much told me.

"Listen, he's our friend. I'm pretty sure you want to get home too." Rick said. What, is this boy five? Talk like he's a man! Not someone who poops his diapers!

He still didn't say anything. I guess this kid has a death wish!

You could tell Daryl was pissed. His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw was set and his face was redder than a rose.

"Tell us ass hole!" He boomed, making the boy jump. He shook his head repeatedly. I was about to say something, until Daryl walked up to his bag and started to unwrap something.

"You wanna know what happen to the last guy who pulled this shit?!" Daryl spun around, slamming an object in his lap.

The boy looked at it for a minute. Then it was like something clicked, he threw what ever the thing was to the ground and let out a small yelp. That's when I saw what it was.

A hand!

Where the fuck did Daryl get that?! Did he really cut it off someone?! Maybe coming into this group was a bad idea.

"Maybe this time I'll start with the feet!" Daryl growled pulling his knife to the trembling boys throat.

"Daryl!" Rick snapped, pulling him back to stand by me. I shifted uncomfortably. This is so awkward. I have so many questions I want to ask him about that hand. But I know that now is not the time. I'll just ask him about it later.

"Now, you're gonna tell us where to find our friend. Now." Rick lowered his voice. The boy finally nodded his head.

Good job, Rick! It took you long enough!

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"Keep walkin'" Daryl pushed his bow into the kids back. I wish that I knew his name, it would be so much easier.

"Hey, um, Daryl?" I ask. I was a little nervous to ask him about the subject. What if he tells me something that I don't want to hear? What if I don't like his answer?

"What?" He grunted. Should I ask him or not. It might strike a nerve, I better not. But I really what to know.

"Uh, nothing" I mumble. I walked a little faster, until we came up to a huge building.

"Make one wrong move, and ye get an arrow in the ass. Just so ye know." Daryl threatened. But for some reason the boy looked at me when he said it. I guess he thought I'd be the one putting it there, considering I also have arrows.