Little Dixon (Daryl Dixon)

Kidnapped

((Avery's POV))

Within about a week, I was fully rested and back to my normal self. I was slowly regaining my skills with weapons, but I spent most of my time with Judith and Hershel.

Judith was growing fast; and the more she grew, the more she began to look like Lori. Every time I looked at the baby, I'd see her mother, and fresh grief would spread over me.

I rode on the back of Daryl's motorcycle, my arms wrapped around his waist. We were on the way to a nursery for some more formula. Babies sure do eat a lot, that's for sure.

The cold wind blew, piercing my face like thousands of tiny icicles. Though it was in the middle of spring, going about 80 down at country road when it was only 80° out, it made it quite chilly.

For a few moments, I regretted wearing jean shorts and my denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off. But, as soon as we slowed to a stop at the nursery, I realized how hot it really was.

"We'll split up," Daryl suggested as he peered through the dusty windows. "The place ain't that big. I'll hear ya if ya get into trouble."

I rolled my eyes, "Or I'll hear you if you get into trouble." I retorted. "Remember I saved your ass multiple times."

Daryl grunted, saying nothing and led the way into the small building. We split up, him going down one hallway and I going up some stairs.

The baby-blue walls were littered with pictures of kids and little paper handprints. The frames were covered in dust, making the photos difficult to see. I dusted one off and saw a little girl holding a kitten. I smiled a little, then shook my head. I had to concentrate.

I continued by way up the stairs, my gun raised just in case there was any walkers upstairs. The second floor wasn't that big, only consisting of three rooms. I made my way down the narrow hallway, which was also covered with several pictures. I walked up to the first door, which was painted pink and was labeled "Mrs. Nancy". I cautiously opened the door to reveal an empty room. It consisted of a desk, some chairs, a diaper changing station, along with some diapers, and some formula. I smiled and grabbed the diapers and formula and stuffed it into my bag.

Next, I made my way to a room with a blue painted door that was labeled "Mrs. White". There was barely anything in there, nothing useful. I walked down to the last room. The purple door was creaked open, but no sounds came from inside. I opened the door slowly, making it squeak, and revealed a small room full of toys. As I took a step into the room, I heard the click of a gun behind me.

"Drop your weapons," A deep voice ordered. I froze in place, but refused to drop my gun. I stood there, staring at the light purple walls.

"I said, drop your weapons," the voice said again. I sighed reluctantly and dropped my gun. The mysterious man grabbed my arms and tied them together. He swung me around to look at me. The man was middle-aged, with light brown hair and dark, haunting blue eyes. He had a look on his face that I knew immediately wasn't good. This man wasn't good.

"Do you have any other weapons on you?" The man asked, eyeing me up and down. I shook my head, glaring at him.

"Good, now come with me."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room. Three other men waited out there; a big black man, a Mexican, and a badass looking girl. They all stared at me with dark eyes.

"Men, take her out to the car, we'll be down in a second." The man, who I assumed was their leader, ordered. The two men grabbed my arms and began to pull me down the stairs.

"Dary-" I tried to call, but my scream was got off as the black man shoved a rag into my mouth, making me gag.

"Avery?!" Daryl called. I heard the sound of angry footsteps on the wooden floor, and the men began to run.

"Aye you assholes, let go of 'er!" Daryl threatened, storming after us. I heard the sound of a gunshot and someone fall to the floor. I tried to turn around, but the black man held me back.

"Don't look baby, missy." He warned. The two men stuffed me into the back seat of a jeep, and climbed into the front. I sat up and sat Daryl running towards us. Relief flooded over me as I realized he was all right. But then I noticed that he was limping, and he was bleeding from his calf. Someone shot him in the leg!

He held up his crossbow and aimed it at the man driving. The Mexican started the engine and began to drive just as Daryl shot his crossbow. An arrow surged through the air and plunged into the black man's skull, killing him.

"Get back 'ere!" Daryl yelled angrily. I looked back helplessly to see him limping after us, but we quickly out paced him.

"Avery!" His voice began softer and softer... until he disappeared out of sight.

The next thing I knew, I was being led through a fancy looking building. After a while of driving, the remaining man stopped the jeep and tied a cloth around my eyes, stopping me from seeing where they were going.

The Mexican led me to a room labeled "130". They opened the door and motioned for me to go inside. I hesitated, glaring at the men.

"Go in there," The Mexican growled. I reluctantly walked into the small room. It consisted of a bed, a dresser, and a small bathroom, much like a hotel room.

"Where the hell am I?" I demanded. The Mexican snickered and closed the door without saying anything. I ran up to the wooden door and tried to open it, finding it was locked. I scoffed and kicked the door, then collapsed into the floor.

I sat there for who knows how long, just staring at the brown walls thinking about Daryl. Who knows that they did to him... the leader and the woman stayed behind, who knows what they did to him. I had no idea if he was still alive or not... Even if he was, the wound in his leg would weaken him. He could die of blood loss or exposure. I wasn't sure if he would be able to make it to his bike and drive to the prison... Or in the direction we disappeared in. If he did that, he was most likely going to be killed. And then there was Judith. She needed me, and the formula. We were almost out when we left that morning, and she needed more.

My thoughts for interrupted when there was a knock on the door. I huffed and stood up, getting clear of the door. There was another knock.

"I have to open it for you, your majesty?" I muttered as I opened the wooden door. My heart skipped a best as I recognized the man standing there; Merle Dixon.