Lilly Watkins has always been the strong one compared to her twin. That doesn't change when the dead start walking. Taking care of her family during the apocalypse, she never relied on anyone else. When she meets Daryl Dixon, a more temperamental pe...
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Daryl stops me once we're back inside.
"I don't want ya to come with us," he tells me, practically pinning me up against the wall. "You have your family to come back to."
"Daryl—" I start to argue but he shushes me.
"I'm serious. Something is off with these men."
"Don't you think I know that? Daryl, you need me with you to watch Rick and your backs. I can't let you go alone." I push his bangs out of his eyes, surprised he hasn't asked Carol or I to help him cut it.
"Please, Lil," he tries to plead again.
"C'mon, you two," Rick interrupts, looking between the both of us. Daryl lets me away from the wall, grunting and walking ahead angrily.
After taking half of the food, we bring them a few hand to hand weapons.
"Why would I need this when I have this?" Andrew asks, waving his gun around. I flinch at the irresponsibleness of it.
"You don't shoot guns," Daryl says. "Unless your back is up against the wall. Noise attracts them. It really riles them up."
"We'll go in two by two. Daryl will run point with T. I'll bring up the rear with you," Rick says, pointing at an inmate, the smaller one. "Stay tight, and hold formation. Anyone breaks ranks and we could all go down. Anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker and end up with an ax to the head."
"And that's where you aim. A headshot is the only way these things go down," Daryl informs them almost like he's a teacher.
"You ain't gotta tell us how to take down a man," Andrew says.
"I'm still better in that department," I mutter, glaring at him.
We go in, Daryl mostly directing us through the darkness. He really is an amazing tracker.
A few Walkers stumble into our path and Daryl starts a countdown, which the inmates ignore, going straight to beating up the Walkers, not even aiming for the head.
Rick, T-Dog, Daryl, and I all eye each other, both nervous and disappointed by the turn of events. The brutality they showed proved they can't be near our group and also that they can't take down Walkers effectively.
We help take them down, moving along.
"Not the chest, the brain."
"Got it," the mustache man says. "Like this?" His weapon goes straight through the skull.
"Good job..."
"Axel," he supplies.
"Stay in formation. No more prison riot crap," Rick says. They nod.
It becomes a slaughter as more Walkers ambush us. I notice the man next to me slowly inches away from the formation, literally what we just told him not to do.
