Little Dixon (Daryl Dixon)

Woodberry

((Avery's POV))

"Merle?"

"Well, well isn't it the newbie," Merle chuckled. He eyed me up and down.

"We thought you were dead..." I said in amazement. Was he really real?

"Nah, honey, nothin' can kill me," Merle said. "How's ol' officer friendly doin'?"

I suppose he meant Rick, "He's fine." I told him cautiously. "Lori had a baby."

"Oh no, wonder if it's ol' Shane's or Rick's..." Merle chuckled. My gaze drifted down to his amputated hand. A metal stump covered it, and attached to it was a foot long blade. I stared at it in shock. Merle must've noticed because he held it up and chuckled.

"Yep, this what happens when ya leave ol' Merle on a rooftop," He said, admiring his stump.

"Where am I?" I questioned, changing the subject.

"That's classified info, honey," Merle said, looking serious now. "You'll have to ask the Governor."

"Who's 'the Governor'?" I asked.

"I am," a voice said from behind Merle. Merle stepped back to reveal the man who had first captured me. He was smiling, but I could tell it was forced.

"Let me go," I insisted, glaring at the man.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that." The Governor said, shrugging. "It could endanger our people."

"At least tell me where I am!" I exclaimed, standing up. The Governor chuckled and held his hands up in surrender.

"It seems like you and Merle know each other," he said. "I'll let him show you around."

My gaze drifted over to Merle, who was smirking. I rolled my eyes, "When can I leave this place?" I questioned.

"Now, honey, after I show you around this place, you won't want to leave." Merle chuckled. He waved his prosthetic arm for me to follow, "Come on."

I reluctantly followed him out of the room and down the long hallway.

He opened the door to exit the building and revealed a small town. Walkers roamed up and down the streets; wait, they weren't walkers. They were people.

"Welcome to Woodberry," Merle said proudly. I looked around the small town. People were walking up and down the streets, talking and joking around. Kids played soccer and football in the road. It seemed like they weren't aware of the apocalypse.

"Wow," I said in amazement.

"That's right, honey. Now, what'd you say about leavin'?" Merle chuckled.

"When can I leave?" I repeated. Merle stared at me, wide-eyed.

"You still wanna leave?" He questioned. I could tell he was confused, and that somewhat satisfied me.

"Yeah, I still wanna leave." I retorted coldly.

"Is my baby brother still alive?" Merle asked, changing the subject.

"Why should I tell you?" I said, narrowing my eyes. I knew Daryl was his brother, but honestly, I didn't know if he was still alive or not...

"Merle's been bothering about him ever since he arrived here," The Governor said from behind me. "Answer the man."

"I'm not sure if he's alive or not," I told Merle, glaring at the Governor. "They shot him before they captured me."

Merle's astonished gaze drifted from me to the Governor, and was replaced with anger, "Ya shot my baby brother?!"