Broken Trust ( Daryl Dixon x Shane Walsh's!Sister Reader )

Chapter 8

It felt like forever before the car finally stopped and you were pulled out the vehicle.

You tried to memorise where you were walking, but all you were focused on was the pain coming from your forehead and ache from your gunshot wound.

They lead you into a building and shoved you into a chair roughly as rope was wrapped around your wrists binding them together.

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" A new voice questioned as a door slammed open.

"They took our bag of guns, one of their men shot Felipe in the ass with an arrow!" A voice somewhere behind you responded.

"Good. They will come here looking for their friends, we trade them for the bag of guns, now take the bags off their heads and take them to the rec-room." The same person instructed.

Not a second later, someone pulled you to your feet and began walking you somewhere else.

The sound of voices talking filled the air causing you to frown before the bag was taken off your head.

You squinted at the sudden light as you glanced around the room and had to do a double take when you realised the room was just full of old people sitting around playing card games.

What the hell was this place?

"Don't try anything." The leaders voice said from behind you as you glanced over your shoulder at him. "We look after these people."

"Then why did you attack us and kidnap me and Glenn?"

Glenn stood beside you, terrified, but just as confused as you were.

"We need those guns to protect these people, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, when your people show up, we can figure out a solution. In the mean time sit, enjoy the food or a game of cards." The man explained before he walked out the room.

You and Glenn ended up sitting at one of the tables away from the other people in the room.

Although, that didn't last long because all the elderly wanted to talk to you. So you spent the next few hours listening to their life stories before one of them had an asthma attack.

Despite how bad it sounded you were glad for the distraction as they all turned their attention to the man. Glenn helping them while you sat there, holding your stomach.

Your ribs were definitely bruised and your still healing gunshot wound fucking hurt.

You sat there watching the group huddle around the man, helping him with his puffer.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Rick, Daryl and T-Dog walk in followed by the leader and his men.

"Rick?" You questioned, relief flooding your voice.

You quickly stood up with a wince as Rick rushed over to you and pulled you into a hug.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling away and you nodded, but Rick noticed you wince as took a step back. "I'm good, really."

Rick stared at you for a few seconds before he nodded and turned his attention towards the others.

"What the hell is this?"

"Asthma attack." Glenn answered innocently.

"We thought you were being eaten by dogs, man." T-Dog responded and you glanced over at the two Chihuahuas across the room and chuckled softly.

"You're the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met. We walked in there ready to kill every last one of you." Rick whispered to the leader of their group, but you didn't hear the rest of their conversation as Daryl walked over to you.