Unexpected || Daryl Dixon

[35]: Home

~Day 312~

Daryl leans against a tree, slightly annoyed at Merle who was currently taking a piss. They needed to keep moving and to find a shelter since Merle wasn't welcomed at the prison.

"There ain't nothing out here but mosquitoes and ants," Daryl huffed. Merle leans his head back, "Patience, little brother. Sooner or later, a squirrel is bound to scurry across your path." "Even so, that ain't much food." "More than nothing." "I'd have better luck going through one of them houses we passed back on the turnoff."

Merle zips up his pants. "Is that what your new friends taught you?" He turns around and walks over to Daryl. "How to loot for booty?" Daryl scoffs. "We've been at it for hours. Why don't we find a stream, try to look for some fish?"

"I think you're just trying to lead me back to the road, man. Get me over to that prison." "They got shelter," Daryl tells him, kicking a pile of leaves. "Food. A pot to piss in. Might not be a bad idea." Merle looks over at his brother. "For you, maybe. Ain't gonna be no damn party for me." "Everyone will get used to each other." 

"They're all dead. Makes no difference." Daryl freezes. The thought of Rebecca or Carl or Lil Ass-Kicker or anyone from the group being dead made him shudder. "How can you be so sure?" he asks him in a small voice. "Right about now he's probably hosting a housewarming party where's he gonna bury what's left of your pals," he tells him, the harsh truth hitting Daryl. 

"Let's hook some fish," Merle says walking pass Daryl who just lets out a heavy sigh before following after him.

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Rebecca and Carl were kneeling down on the ground in front of Glenn as he drew a layout of the prison onto the concrete floor with a chalk that he found lying around while everyone else in the group stood around them, expect for Rick. When Rick had that outburst yesterday, Glenn took charge as the group's leader since Rick was in crazy town at the moment and also that Daryl was gone . 

Glenn looks up at Rebecca and Carl. "Now you two said you found Tyreese's group here?"  Rebecca nods. "We secured this," Glenn tells them. Carl lets out a sigh as he then points to a room that Glenn had drawn. "He thought he came through here."

Glenn lets out a sigh. "Means there's another breach." He runs a hand down his face as he tries to think of a plan. "Okay. The whole front of the prison is unsecure. If walkers just strolled in, then it's gonna be cake for a group of armed men."

"Why are we even so sure he's going to attack?" Beth asks, folding her arms across her chest. "Maybe you scared him off." Glenn scoffs, shaking his head. He knew that they had not scared him off. "He had fish tanks full of heads." Everyone turns their heads towards Michonne. "Walkers and humans. Trophies. He's coming." "Jesus," Rebecca mutters. "He's insane then." 

"We should hit him now." Glenn states. "What?" Beth asks in shock as Glenn looks over at her. "He won't be expecting it. We'll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head." "We're not assassins." Carol states as Glenn stands up and walks over to Michonne. "You know where his apartment is. You and I could end this tonight." Michonne lets out a sigh as she thinks Glenn's plan over. "I'll do it myself," he tells her as he waits for her answer. She gives him a slight nod.

"He didn't know you were coming last time and look what happened. You were almost killed. Daryl was captured. And you and Maggie were almost executed," Hershel speaks to him. Glenn turns to him. "You can't stop me." "Rick would never allow this." "You really think he's in any position to make that choice?" "Think this through clearly. T-Dog lost his life here. Lori, too. The men that were here. It isn't worth any more killing. What are we waiting for? If he's really on his way, we should be out of here by now."