Unexpected || Daryl Dixon

[36]: I Ain't A Judas

~Day 313~

"We're not leaving," Rick tells the group sternly as they all gathered in Cell Block C to discuss the event that had happened yesterday with the Governor showing up with his men and shooting at them. 

"We can't stay here," Hershel tells him. "What if there's another sniper?" Maggie asks Rick who looks over at her. "A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds." "We can't even go outside," Beth points out, thinking how the Governor could be out there right now, plotting his next move. "Not in the daylight," Carol says. Glenn shakes his head at the group. "Rick says we're not running, we're not running," he tells them sternly. 

"No, better to live like rats."

The group all turn their heads towards the door to see Merle who was still locked in the kitchen. They didn't like the idea of Merle being in the same place as them.

"You got a better idea?" retorted Rick.

Merle lets out a scoff. "Yeah, we should have slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window, didn't we? I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now."

"We ain't scared of that prick." 

Merle looks up at the perch to see that his dear brother Daryl had spoken those words. His eyes move over a little to the right and sees that Rebecca was right by his side. He never thought the day would come that his brother would have a girlfriend, a much younger one in fact before him. 

"Y'all should be. That truck through the fence thing, that's just him ringing the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to." 

Gritting her teeth, Maggie kept her eyes locked on Merle, "Let's put him in the other cell block." "No," Daryl says from the perch. "He's got a point." "This is all you. You started this!" Maggie yells at Merle. 

"What difference whose fault it is? What do we do?" Beth asks, walking down the stairs where her father was currently sitting. "I said we should leave. Now Axel's dead. We can't just sit here." Hershel tells Rick.

Rick looks at him briefly before walking off over to Merle. Hershel quickly grabs his crutches, placing them under his arms before standing up. "Get back here!" he orders as Rick stops. Hershel moves over to him, the sound of his crutches hitting the concrete floor, echoed throughout the cell block as the rest of the group watched on. 

"You're slipping, Rick. We've all seen it. We understand why. But now is not the time. You once said this isn't a democracy. Now you have to own up to that. I put my family's life in your hands. So get your head clear and do something."

Rick just lets out a frustrated sigh before storming out of the cell block, leaving the group to become even more concerned over their leader. 

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An hour later, the group was gathering their weapons when Rick came back into the cell block. "Take watch. Eyes open, head down," he tells Maggie who gives him a short nod. "Field's filled with walkers. Didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch."

"I'll get up in the guard tower," Daryl tells him. "Me too," Rebecca tells him. "We can take out half of the walkers for you." "Yeah, give these guys a chance to fix our fence." "Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place," Michonne spoke up from next to Rebecca. "We can't access the field without burning through our bullets." Hershel tells them.

Rebecca lets out a frustrated sigh. "So we're trapped in here. There's barely any food or ammo." Glenn says from beside Daryl. "Been here before. We'll be all right," Daryl assures him. "That's when it was just us. Before there was a snake in the nest."