❝ look who's digging
their own grave. ❞
❝ that's what they all say. ❞
﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚
﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚
﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚
﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚
﹙ note; lowercase inten...
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DARYL TOOK the lock and replaced it on the gate after the prisoners got back inside. rick refused to take them in, perhaps he was sick of being tested. tomas had set both him and daryl over the edge when he threw the walker at her. he was sure this was for their good.
"oh, come on dude..." axel muttered.
rosaline and t-dog seemed to be trying to convince the former sheriff to let the prisoners at least prove themselves to them and pull their weight. it would be good to get some extra hands and some genuine people.
"you want them living in a cell next to you?" rick interrogated in disbelief, leaning on the toppled over bus, "even you after one of them hurled a walker at you?"
"that guy's dead." rosaline countered, "these guys are obviously desperate rick, maybe if you monitored them closely they could be a good asset to the group."
t-dog nodded, "i agree with sharpshooter here. these guys look like they don't mean no harm."
rick shrugged giving them the worst-case scenario, "they'll just be waiting for a chance to grab our weapons. you want to go back to sleeping with one eye open?"
"i never stopped." t-dog shook his head.
that was true for some people in the group. especially rosaline, who found difficulty sleeping at night after everything that happened prior to them finding the prison.
"bring them into the fold, if we send them off packing, we might as well execute them ourselves." he continued.
rick's gaze swayed from the ground then back to t-dog and rosa before glenn spoke, "i don't know. axel seems a little unstable."
"it's because he's afraid. he knows that going out there means death." she crossed her arms.
"after all we've been through? we fought so hard for all of this, what if they decide to take it?" carol theorized.
"do they look like killers?" rosaline pointed out.
maggie let out a breath trying to calm the situation down, "it's just been us for so long. they're strangers, i don't- it feels weird all of a sudden to have these other people around."
"you brought us in." t-dog said as a matter of factly, referring to the time back at the farm all those months ago.
