Illusion - A Daryl Dixon Love Story

Chapter 3

Tucker's POV
This night's sleep was probably the best I've had in a while. I sit up and stretch my arms. I let out a yawn and rub my eyes. I know I've slept too long, I should be helping right now. Fuck. Great job Tucker, great job. I get up and pull on my ripped jeans and a wool flannel shirt. My boots are next, and I grab my knife too.

"Mornin' sweetie." Lori smiles. "Sorry I slept in, I should be helping." my face slightly turns red, I can feel the heat. "No, no, no. Tucker, its fine. We all need to get some sleep once in a while. We've got some breakfast ready, if you can call it that." Lori leeds me over to the fire, a couple of people are still eating whats left of their breakfast.

Dale hands me a plate with some type of meat. "Squirrel. Daryl managed to scavenge some up this morning. Eat up." I glance at the plate, its not much, but I've really got no appetite to eat. "Thanks." I say as Dale walks away. "Should be thankin' me." A voice says from behind. I turn to see Daryl, cleaning his bloody arrows. He spits; the ground absorbs the fluid almost instantly. "Go on," He mumbles, "everyone else did, you may as well too." I roll my eyes, "Thanks, Dixon."

I walk off and eat my 'meal'. It tastes pretty good, being its a small rodent that was cooked in a fire.
//later that day//
"Wait one second! You cuffed my brother to a roof and left him there!?" Daryl yells at Rick. He paces, sweat dripping off his face. The rage Daryl has is impeccable. "I dropped the key." T-Dog admits. I walk over to the group. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's goin' on here?" I ask, pretending I don't know. "They handcuffed my brother to a damn roof! Thats whats up! We're going back wether y'all like it or not! He's my brother!" Daryl yells. "I dropped a bag of guns there. We need them. Your brother is another pri-"

"We are getting Merle! End of fucking story!" Daryl's face burns red. I walk closer to the two fighting children. "Atlanta's run over. We can't go back. It's not a good idea." Rick puts his hand out, pushing me away. "You don't need to get involved, Tucker."

I scowl. "What the fuck! I'm just as much involved as you are! I was in Atlanta! I know what's going on there! Its a death sentence to go back. It's not a good idea." Daryl fumes. His eyes are glassy; no tears fall. "Fuck y'all!" He yells. "And you," Daryl points at me, "fucking coward." My forehead wrinkles, "Coward! I was in the fucking army if you don't recall! I ain't no damn coward! I'd rather not be fucking killed!"

The fight has been cleared. Rick is going back to Atlanta. Daryl, Glenn and T-Dog are going. Shane agrees with me, Atlanta's a death sentence. "Hey Tucker!" Rick calls. I walk over to the group getting ready to leave. "Yeah?" I ask. My hands fall to my side. "You're coming with us. You know Atlanta. And I know you're good at fighting."

"I don't know anything about Atlanta. I spent, what, two days there? The only thing I know is where the hordes are." I protest. I don't want to go to Atlanta. "Yeah, see. You know something about Atlanta. And we could use your help. So you are coming. Get in the truck." Rick grabs my arm and put me in the truck. What a police man move.

"Oh look at who's comin'." Daryl smirks, "Atlanta's not safe huh? Death sentence?" I roll my eyes, "Shut up and fuck you. You're the reason I'm coming. I was forced to come, thank you very much. So I'd stay quiet. I'm risking my damn life for your damn brother and fucking guns. What a waste of a life. Especially one who knows how to fight."

"You sayin' I don't know how to fight? I sure as hell ain't scared to hit a woman. And I sure as hell ain't scared to hit you." I roll my eyes. "Fuck you." I cross my arms and stare out the window. It's not safe to get mad, not now.

Daryl's POV
"Merle! Merle! Where are you? Merle!" I yell. The others scatter out beside me. "Where is he?! Where is he!" Rick paces, and we all turn towards the hand on the ground. "That's fucking disgusting!" Tucker wrinkles her nose. "He's probably dead. Ain't no one can survive blood loss."

"Merle's as tough as nails. Ain't no one can kill Merle but Merle." "Hey T-Dog. Got a doo-rag?" T-Dog reaches in his pocket and pulls out a doo-rag. I pick up Merle's hand want wrap it. "Tucker." I call. She turns around. I open the back of her bag and put the hand in. She rolls her eyes, "You can't hold it?"

"No." I say back. "Well. Let's get the guns." Rick tells us. Everyone follows him out. Guns.

-Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while.. I've been busy with school. But I hope this update is good.. Who's read for a new episode tonight!!