You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 65- Daddy?

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The next morning I stand apart from everyone, that everyone is gathered around Rick and Daryl. Our leaders.

"Most of the walkers are dressed as guards and prisoners. Looks like this place fell pretty early. It could mean the supplies may be intact."

I shift and nod, pressing my fingers into my cut, a sting, and a burn. Blood. Good. It would help, I breath with the throbs in the cut, it warming my body with a dry silent heat.

I snap out of my thing as Glenn speaks "We're dangerously low on ammo. We'd run out before we make a dent."

I drop a needle into my hand and twirl it in my right as I speak calmly, a burn helping me come down "That's why we have to go in there hand to hand."

Everyone glances at me before their eyes dart to their feet, Rick brings their eyes back to him "After all we've been through, we can handle it, I know it."

Daryl shifts in his poncho before passing it to Alec who tosses it on, fiddling with the ends before Daryl smiles at him. I smile at them as Daryl drawls, peering at Alec's eyes "These assholes don't stand a chance."

Alec tucks himself under Daryl's arm who clutches him closer as Lori pulls Rick to the side.

I stare at them for a second before walking to the gate, separating us from the group of walkers in orange jumpsuits, navy uniforms, and civis. Damn it.

I grab the fence and the nearby walkers stumbling away from me, I lick my teeth and look at the group, speaking up "Guys, we've got a problem, there's a breach, those two are civilians."

Daryl and Alec waddle over with the other fighters, Glenn, Maggie, and T. Rick a second later, glaring at the walkers.

"What should we do Lucy?"

I glance at Rick and look at the courtyard, saying slowly "I've got a plan."

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In a tight circle with everyone, Daryl and Rick on either side, our knives pulled and stabbing any walkers that get too close. My wound since dried and wrapped.

As people lash out and Rick and Daryl shout for them to stay in position. Five armored walkers stumble out, as knives and arrows bounce, I grab an uninterested shoulder and stab under the helmet with Maggie on the other side, mirroring me.

She looks back at the others and yells something back at them but I charge forward, a crackling heat building in my body as I kill another only two more.

I glance around for the next and find them dead.

I walk around and retrieve my needles before grabbing a tattered shirt and start wiping them off, walking behind the others walking into the cell blocks.

I grit my teeth and lean in the doorway, the sunlight shining on my shoulders as I look around, Grey, grey, grey and cold and stuffy and bars. Metal.

The fire flares and I duck outside, gulping in hopes to drown the fire. I walk over to the gate and let everyone else in.

Alec walks behind everyone with me asking softly "I saw ye duck out, ye alrigh?"

I sigh and stop, watching everyone else pass further before muttering "It's- it's  like my old room. Cold and grey and it has bars." I hug my torso "I'm not staying in there."

He pats my shoulder and nods, walking in as I hear the echoes.

I walk to the door and look around for the bags, only for them to be gone, my bags in there. Great.