You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 72- I Gotta Stop the Sarcasm, it Kills

Sorry for not updating yesterday, had a long day at work!

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I ignore Daryl as I poke at my food, my stomach growling. Mindless chatter echoes around the stone room, I get up and Daryl opens his mouth but a soft scream of a door makes us halt, weapons in hand.

Ricks tired face pokes in and stares at the ground, he looked... ok. Depending on everything he's not dead.

"Just wanted to check on Carl."

I glance at Carl who peers into Little Ass Kickers cradle. I blink and lean on the table as Glenn assures the man "Rick, we can handle taking out the bodies-"

Rick shakes his head too quickly and I narrow my eyes as he slinks back muttering "You don't have to."

I glance at his hands, dried blood under his nails, his regularly short and at the least clean nails broken and chewed, he finds my gaze and twitches them away as he speaks "No, I do. Everyone have a gun and a knife?"

I shift and round the table to him speaking softly as I can "Yeah. We're running low on ammo, though."

Glenn nods and gently tries to meet eyes with the leader "Maggie, Lucy, and I were planning on making a run this afternoon. Found a phone book with some places we can hit, look for bullets and formula."

Maggie tucks herself under Glenn's arm as she adds helpfully "We cleared out the generator room. Axel's there trying to fix it in case of emergency. We're gonna sweep the lower levels as well."

He nods muttering good under his breath a couple times too many. I tilt my head and reach out, starting to call his name but he turns on his heel and the cage door clangs against the stone.

I sigh and tie my hair up as Daryl speaks quickly "You never told me you were going out-"

I give him a look and pick up my pack, placing it on the table as the others inch away from the impending fight, like any other time Daryl and I have spoken. I glance up and plainly say "I don't need to ask you."

A long sigh, his temper fading "You need to tell me when you leave."

I shake my head stubbornly "No, no I really don't."

He presses his hands to the table and pushes his face in mine "You know how dangerous-"

I sigh and back off, my pack left on the table as I quickly and harshly sigh "Just stop. Don't speak to me till your done with whatever the hell this is."

He huffs and grabs my bag, I shoot forward and snatch it out of his hand snapping irritated "Stop trying to control me like I'm a kid."

He groans and grits his teeth "You are a kid-"

Glenn and Maggie peer in and raise a brow to me, I give Daryl a pointed look, swinging my hoodie and pack on my back, clipping it to my front side.

I start forward but he grabs my arm, I yank it out of his grasp and growl "Don't. Touch. Me."

I storm out after the couple and plop in the back, Glenn leans in and offers with a small smile "Thought you wanted to learn to drive?"

My eyes widen and I ask in disbelief "Really?"

He nods and I hop out, running to the drivers and settling in the drivers. Glenn nervously takes the passenger as he raises a brow "I guess I should ask what you know so far."

I blink and mutter "Don't let your hands pass twelve, slow halfway on turns, big peddle is the breaks, small the gas, when driving straight ten and two."