You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 75- 0-0 for Fairy God Dads

Hi, btw I haven't written a chapter in like three months because I wrote a lot before and now I'm out of sync with the story and only have a couple of chapters left. So yeah.

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The moment I see Maggie down the road slightly, she launches herself at me- stopping momentarily to look me over- opening her mouth. I close my hand over her lips and muttering "I don't want them to know about my back."

She inhales sharply as we walk to where Glenn and a woman was apparently. Rick walking on the edge, his eyes not keeping still.

The brothers attached to the hip near the back. Speaking in low tones.

I allow Maggie to wrap her arm around my waist when she noticed my stumbling as the fire sinks into the deepest part of my stomach, the tiny grains of sand, the bending and general bruising that accompanied floggings sinking in, my energy efficiently sapped.

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When we all arrive to where the car was stashed, a black woman with dreads and a katana emerges from the shadows of the car.

I lean off of Maggie as she explains how she showed up, helping to alert our group of our disappearance. When Glenn limps into view, I halt in my tracks.

My eyes water. His face puffed up. Tears appear and I scoff, wiping them away, my stomach churning angerly. At this point, I wonder who got it worse, me or Glenn. Who is very shirtless showing his busted side.

He grimaces but it goes cold as he sees something.

I glance behind me just as he storms past me to Rick, roaring angerly in his face, pointing at Merle "What the hell is he doing here?"

I stare at Merle who's brotherly look of caring when he fought with his brother and even cleaned my wounds is gone, a mask of cocky malice as he smirked at the beaten Glenn.

As Rick tries to calm him Glenn scoops down to his waist and pulls a gun as I bark a few weak 'heys'.

Finally, when Rick gives a pitying hand on Glenn's forearms I wobble over and shoulder the arm. It jolts with pain and the owner of the said arm glares, pointing over my shoulder "He tried to kill me!"

I open my mouth but Daryl speaks, his voice uncharacteristic you rough and rednecky, like when I first met him, "If it wasn't for him- He helped us get out of there."

Glenn scoffs and tries to push past me to get to the siblings, I grunt roughly and push him back weakly. He stumbles himself in his injured for repeating stubbornly "He did this to me and you!"

I roll my eyes and step towards him, bumping shoulders as I stare at him "Nevertheless if he did this to me, he is with Daryl. His family. Imagine if your sisters were in there-"

He pushes me back and I stumble, landing roughly on my back, groan as black sweeps my eyes before vision comes back as I writhe slightly. I whimper as my back gives a twitch. I roll roughly to my side and curl into myself.

Daryl kneels beside me and presses a hand to my back, I yelp and roll from under his hand- rolling to my feet with a grunt.

Maggie rushes up and helps me to the car as the yelling continues, propping me in the car the black girl comes up, asking roughly, her voice surprisingly smoky "What's wrong?"

I press a hand to my rib and grunt "Got my ass whooped."

Maggie lays me down as the yelling grows, my hairs on my arm raises, never seen Glenn like this, Daryl sure, but Glenn?