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Riley Grimes. The baby sister of Rick Grimes, a Sheriff's Deputy in King County, Georgia, a real southern man with a southern wife, southern son, and southern best friend, he's a survivor. Riley though? She moved to Maine when she turne...
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I tossed the bag of guns on the table that we had been working on before, and began pulling them out, dividing them into piles for everyone. I didn't even bother looking at anyone else, I knew they were already staring at me.
"Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You're gonna give that up for that girl?" I spun to face Daryl, I knew my face was red, I knew I probably looked deranged but I didn't give a damn. She's my sister. My baby sister. The only blood family I have left besides Carl.
"She is my family. These will protect my family, because they'll be protecting her." Daryl's eyes flashed to the ground, almost like he regretted saying anything, but he didn't say anything.
"If I knew we'd get Riley back, I might agree. But you think that Vato across the way is just gonna hand her over?" T-Dog said, moving into my line of vision, and I couldn't help but notice the glares that we were all shooting him now, even Daryl.
"You calling G a liar?" Miguel said before I could say anything, and Daryl turned towards him.
"Are you a part of this? You want to hold onto your teeth?" Daryl growled out, before slapping him across the back of the head and turning back to look at us.
"Question is, do you trust that man's word?" T-Dog said again.
"No, question is what are you willing to bet on it? Could be more than them guns. Could be your life. She worth that to you?" Daryl asked me, looking honestly curious about my answer, and I couldn't help but wonder what his would be if it were Merle in Riley's place.
"Riley is my family. My family is my life. What kind of life would I live knowing that I could have saved her, and I just walked away? She didn't, ever. Neither will I."
"So you're gonna hand the guns over?" Glenn questioned quietly from the corner. God I had almost forgotten he was there.
"I didn't say that. There's nothing keeping you four here. You should get out, head back to camp." I said, turning back to the guns, and ignoring them while they decided what to do.
"Hell nah. She saved me. Payback's a bitch, so I'm gonna pay it now." Merle said heatedly, moving forward to grab a machine gun from the table.
"'Sides, what would we tell your family?" T-Dog grumbled out in annoyance, as the rest of them moved forward and grabbed the guns they wanted, before I put the rest back in the bag.
"Come on, this is nuts. Just do like G says." Miguel whined out again, and this time, I was the one to hit him.
"Shut up."
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