You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 83- Yeet my Feelings I Suppose...

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The voice, surprisingly silent, I overlook it and sigh unsteadily, "They'll understand why-"

"Fuck..."

I carefully glance over my shoulder where the woman is looking and sure enough two walkers stand a couple yards away.

Of course. 'This would happen'

Freezing at the speech again. I whisper to the woman, "It's fine, stay silent."

She stares at the two as I yank at the barbed wire so more blood falls.

Repulsed, I watch out of the corner of my eyes as they rear back.

Just as the two walkers are about to leave, Merle slams the doors to the store open, calling the walkers over.

'They always ruin it.'

I shiver at the sadness dripping off of the voice. Merle quickly cursing and unwrap
us from the pole before pulling us towards the car that looks like it has better days.

He tosses the wire to the ground as he ducks under the dashboard and fiddles with wires.

Michone, taking the stance of a fighter and starts to attack the walkers with her bare hands. Knowing that, if these two die, the walkers won't attack me as long as I'm still and silent.

Finally, after a slight reprieve, Michone glares back at me "Help me out!"

'She can be a friend, be nice!'

Shaking my head against the voice, no one can be close, does Daryl even realize that I'm missing?

With a pained moan of Michone as she gets pushed against the car side, I reach up, slipping the dirty forearm of mine into my mouth and bite.

Now with a mouth full of blood, I spit it over Michone and the walker that is an inch from her protective hand.

'Gross.'

As expected, the walker rears back and Michone reaches and slams it against the car siding repeatedly.

I lap up another mouthful and splatter it against the other walker who reaches at its face, like acid.

With the remaining blood, I swish spit around and launch it at Merle as he is staring at shock at the turn of events.

Quickly I stomp on the roaring walker and kill it, 'You killed it! It coulda been our friend.' Shut up.

'Fine.'

"Lucy?"

I snap my stare from the smashed walker head on my shoe to Michone as she stares at me.

Shaking the goo off, I lean against the car silently as Merle quickly goes back to getting the car to start.

"Did you know-"

Sighing, I shrug and press my forearm that is pouring blood from the deep bite into my chest.

'You shouldn't have bit that hard' a lower, and smoky voice. That harder voice, flat.

Grumbling, I retort shortly, "Wasn't exactly my plan, but what does it matter at this point?"

Silence, I glance at Michone as she just stares at me. I raise a brow, huffing, "What? Nothing to say now?"

Slowly, she shakes her head, "I didn't say anything."

Oh.  Well fuck.

Merle, huffing and not so gracefully getting out of the car and sliding in the driver, unlocks the car and mentions us in.