Coated With Blood - Carl Grimes

Chapter 5- I Wasn't Aiming For Her

^Dylan's POV^

I've been in Alexandria for a few days now, maybe 4, I don't completely know. I have gotten to know everyone and I seem to fit in quite well. Daryl got my bike back and my legs have healed so I don't limp anymore 'YAY!'.

I've grown closest to Carl, but Enid, doesn't seem to happy about us hanging out. Rick and Daryl, a few days ago, found this dude called Jesus and a place called hilltop. Their leader is a piece of shit, the bitch called me honey, then Dallon. Daryl had to hold me back because he new what I was gonna do.

We have found out about this other group, who call themselves 'The Saviors', they have a deal with hilltop. Rick and most of the guys went out and took them down, a couple days ago, they came back safe. But Tera and Heath went on a couple days run.

Daryl, Rosita, Denise and I are on a run for medical supplies. "Its a short cut on the tracks," Rosita says.

"I'm going with Rosita," I say kicking a stone.

" 'kay," Daryl says and walks with Denise.

"You okay?" I ask Rosita as we walk along the tracks.

"Yeah just annoyed," she replies. We walk in silence and make it to our stop, waiting for Daryl and Denise.

I see the two walk down the cold road. I smirk knowing going with Rosita was a good Idea.

We got a few medical supplies now we are making our way back to Alexandria by the train tracks. Denise stops by a car because there's pop in it. Oh and also a walker. I stand aside with Daryl and Rosita.

She opens the door and the walker falls on her. 'Shit' I thing to myself running to her while grabbing an arrow from my quiver. "Stop i've got it," she says and stabs it in the head. Denise grabs one can of pop.

"What was that for!" Rosita says. The three have an argument as to why she risked her life for a can of pop. Im watching in amusement while drinking from another can.

I stand wide eyes as an arrow goes through the back of Denise's head through the right eye. She falls to the floor and I see a man with a fucked up face, with a crossbow and Eugene. He pushes him onto his knees.

Daryl, Rosita and I look at the men beside him. Guns cocked and aimed at them. Rage builds up inside me.

"Drop them now!" A man yells. We lower out guns. The man holding Eugene licks his lips and looks at us.

"Well, hell," the man says. "You got something to say to me," he's talking to Daryl. Rosita and I quickly turn our heads to look at him then back at the man. "Gonna clear the air," he pauses "Step up on that high horse,"

Him and Daryl look at each other sternly. "Hell, you don't talk much," he turn and signals his men to take out weapons. As they do he continues. "Still getting the hang of her," he says lifting the crossbow. "Takes like a bitch but uh-"

"Should've done it," Daryl says cutting him off.

"What was that?" He leans toward. "Seriously, in didn't catch what you said,"

"I should've killed ya," he replies.

"Yeah you probably should've," he licks his lips again. "So here we are, kinda begs the question right?" He pauses. "Who brought this on who," he takes quick breaths. "I mean you all just have to take my word for this but," he stops and smiles "She want even the one I was aiming for," he pauses again. " Like I said, takes like a bitch. Nothing personal," he looks across to me and licks his lips again smirking. "Look this isn't how we like to start new business a arrangements, but you set the tone didn't you,"