Sequel to Fight, Love, Live
**Complete**
Riley Dixon has had an... interesting nine months to say the least. She killed her zombified ex, found her supposed-to-be comatose brother, made some new best friends, found the love of her life, and had a ba...
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"Get down!" I yelled, shoving Riley and Maggie down behind the corner of the next building, and grabbing Carl before he could get too far, and throwing him down next to the building as well. I ducked down, landing next to Riley who was panting, and when I looked up again, Merle, Rick and Glenn were ducking behind a building across from us, holding a passed out Glenn.
We were exhausted, and they weren't. We weren't gonna out run them. Not hurt the way we were. Not with a baby. Fucking Riley. Why the hell did she bring him out here?
"What's the plan?" Carl hissed, moving up in-between Riley and I, still holding Dale to his chest. I didn't spare him a glance, instead, I kept my eyes on Rick, who was watching the Governor, and Riley, who was watching me.
"We won't outrun them. Not with Glenn and Maggie hurt. We gotta hope Rick can talk them into letting us leave." I grumbled, peeking out again, as Rick stepped out from the cover of the building, hands up in the air. He had come to the same conclusion I had. Time to bullshit the governor.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry this is so ridiculously short, but I have to go on some errands, and while I was waiting for the shower to be free, I decided to write this. It's just a sneak peak into what's going on in Daryl's mind, and the shit-show that's gonna happen in the next chapter with Rick and the Gov. I'll try to update the next chapter today or Thursday, but if I don't it's because I'm very busy and I'm really sorry about that!
