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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"DARYL WE CAN'T DO THIS." Rick breathed heavily, following after him. "We got our own people to look after, we're not doing this."
Daryl, Rick and Ophelia had just got the guns, after chasing the saviour who had them. But, now Daryl wanted to blow up the saviours, and Rick simply did not want to.
"I'm not letting you do this."
"That ain't your choice." Daryl growled, unfazed by the man attempting to follow him.
"Daryl, just stop. Okay? Just stop." Ophelia grabbed his hand, pulling him back. But, she was met with a narrowed pair of blue eyes in response. "Why are you always takin' his side? Huh?"
"I'm not. Im trying to stop you from doing something stupid." She retorted.
The red neck yanked his hand from her grasp. His raspy voice agitated. "Don't you touch me."
He then continued to push forwards, and Ophelia watched as he didn't look back. He was lost, he was lost in his own world of vengeance and fury, and his wife did not know what she could do to help anymore.
Annoyed, Rick promptly followed after the redneck, practically pouncing on him. Daryl was startled, at first, before he pushed the man away. Soon enough, both were exchanging punches and shoves. Both wincing each time a fist would collide against each of their faces.
Ophelia did not like them fighting, but when Rick gestured over towards the bomb Daryl had dropped, she immediately picked it up and threw it as far as she could. Daryl sent her a harsh glare as a result, but she did not care. It was for his own good.
Daryl then wrapped his arms around Ricks neck, holding him in a choke hold so that his face turned red and his veins popped out. Ophelia was quick to run over towards them, grasping her husbands hands and trying to pry them of off Rick. "Let him go for god sake Daryl, stop."
"Assholes, I mean it! We gotta get up now!" Ophelia hissed, watching as the bomb began to go off. Immediately they all began to ran away, before the bomb exploded, blazing flames and grey smoke beginning to hover as they now sat down on the grass, regaining their breaths.
"Choke holds illegal asshole." Rick huffed. Daryl shrugged in response. "Yeah it is."
"Looks like I'm walking."
"Yep."
"I'll meet you when I'm done with the last play."
"You sure about doin' it?"
"I'm sure."
Rick then began to slowly back away, Ophelia grasping his hand within her own before he left. "Be careful, officer friendly."
