Suicide Mission ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

Chapter 5

"I told you guys to stay put!" You shouted in a stern tone watching as the prisoners slowly walked into the room, the sights of your crossbow aiming at the long haired man knowing he still had a pistol. 

"Cellblock C. Cell 4, that's mine, gringo. Let me in." He responded motioning towards the door that lead to the cellblock that T-Dog had just finished locking the door after the others rushed Hershel inside.

"Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the State of Georgia. You're free to go." Daryl said from beside you, but you didn't look at him as your eyes remained fixed on the prisoners.

"What you got going on in there?" The long haired man questioned who you were staring to think was the leader of the five prisoners.

"That ain't none of your concern." You replied causing the man turn his attention to you as he shook his head, pulling out his pistol.

"Don't tell me what's my concern." He responded angrily, aiming his gun towards you and you saw Daryl tense out the corner of you eye as he took a few steps forward, crossbow still raised.

"Chill man. Dude's leg is messed up. Besides, we're free now." One of the other prisoners said, trying to deesculate the situation. 

"A group of civilians breaking into a prison you got no business being in. Got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go." The leader stated lowering his gun.

"Why don't ya go find out?" You replied, trying to hold back your annoyance. Hershel is in there bleeding out and you were stuck here dealing with these fucking prisoners who had no idea what's going on in the real world. This is ridiculous. 

"We ain't leaving." The leader answered causing T-Dog to walk over to them, raising his gun.

"You aren't coming in either." He stated causing the leader to raise his gun again, now aiming at T-Dog. Shit.

"Hey, this is my house, my rules. I go where I damn well please!" The leader shouted taking a step towards T-Dog and you could see his finger hovering over the trigger of his gun. Nope, not happening.

"It ain't your house no more! Now, calm the fuck down." You shouted, taking a step forward as you gripped your crossbow tighter watching as the leader turned back to you.

"I will shot you. I don't care that you're a woman." The man stated, pointing his gun back at you which only made Daryl angry.

"Don't point that at her! There ain't nothin' for ya here. Why don't ya go back to your own sandbox?!" Daryl suddenly shouted before Ricks voice filled the air and you glanced over your shoulder to find him walking towards you all, his hands out slightly to show that he wasn't a threat.

"Hey, everyone relax. There's no need for this." He said calmly, noticing the mans gun was pointed at you causing him to take a few more steps forward until he was standing beside you.

"How many of you are in there?" The leader asked glancing towards the door, before looking back at Rick.

"Too many for you to handle." Rick stated.

"You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?" The leader asked as you glanced over at Daryl and Rick, all sharing the same look.

"How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?" Rick asked looking back over at the prisoners.

"Going on like 10 months." The leader answered. 10 months, that would have been months after this whole thing started.

"A riot broke out. Never seen anything like it." The taller man added.

"Attica on speed, man. Ever heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, coming back to life? Crazy." Another man stated.