You don't control me, Dixon

➊ 10.5: Damn Daryl

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He flings me off with a well-placed elbow to my stomach, I yelp and skid to the side, dirt kicking up around me as I halt.

I drag myself up as I clutch my ribs, coughing to rid of the taste of blood.

Eyes whip to me as I wobble to a stand and spit blood laced spit.

As Shane had finally getting Daryl in a headlock on the ground, I wobble over and lazily ask, keenly aware of the blood-stained teeth I possess, "I don't know about these boys here, but I wanted a calm discussion. I have a plan. Er- I was going to go back the moment I found out but was convinced by these nice people to wait to see what you want. So, can we talk without you attacking someone, or do you need to stay like this."

Daryl nods stiffly and Shane releases him, quickly springing to my side.

He grabs my shoulder and tries to pull me away.

I slap Shanes hand away and huff, briskly going my Ricks side and grabbing his shirt slightly.

I wipe my mouth with my free hand and cringe as I see the red on my hand.

Rick looks over at me and his eyes widen, surprised, "Are you ok?!".

I chuckle and spit the blood once more and answer "Yep! Bit my tongue bad though, and my stomach aches but -uh- nothing too bad."

I shrug and lean against the truck, watching as Rick explains what happened mere feet away.

"What I did was on a whim. Your brother doesn't work and play well with others." Rick explains and I nod wiping the blood off my chin. I see Daryl's face twitch as he glances at me.

I roll my shoulder and grunt slightly. Shane apparently called for his 'civic duty' and speaks quickly "Hey, let's get you cleaned up-" he grabs my arm making me freeze and stare at him "Yeah, come on, I can help you get cleaned up."

Trump card in hand, I shake my arm but he holds on, I stare at him and look at my hand "I've got a boyfriend."

He glances and let's go, raising his hands "Ay, I wasn't making moves. Chill."

I shake my head an glare at him "Yeah, well, don't be trying to force girls to be with you then and I wouldn't have to be a bitch. Fuck off and don't touch me, don't make me say this again."

Shane's 'I'm a good guy' falls from his lips as he gives me a dirty look before sulking off.

I sigh, walking over to the truck and lean against it again.

"Well, I dropped it down a drain" T continues ashamed, I shake my head and zone back in. I peer at Daryl and he doesn't seem impressed.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? It don't " Daryl voices, his face less angry than I've seen it so far.

I step up and assure "Look, T' chained up the stairwell and put a key on it. No walkers would be able to break it, so I was going to go back and break it and retrieve him."

Daryl shifts and faces me stiffly, I eye him and shift as well, his question leaving his lips with a curl of his lip "Why didn't you get Merle then?"

I sigh and rub my face as I grunt, annoyed, if he wanted to get his brother then every argument is a possible minute that his brother is dying "I didn't know that we had left Merle until I was holding a door closed from fucking walker, bucko. I would have if I could, but I couldn't. I am truly sorry, but I'm willing to work with you to get him back."