𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 | Daryl Dixon

6 | VATOS

"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went." Rick was knelt in front of the kid, who was sat in a chair with his back against the wooden slats of the wall as he was questioned.

Daryl was pacing up and down the room impatiently, eyes shooting daggers at the boy. T-Dog was stood off in the corner with his arms folded, and Tori was perched on the edge of an oak desk, her right leg cross over her left, and her arms folded across her stomach.

"I ain't tellin' you nothin'," the kid spat in his subtle Hispanic accent.

"Jesus, man," T-Dog mumbled. "What the hell happened back there?"

"We told you," Daryl seethed. "This little turd and his douchebag friends came out and jumped us."

"Man, you and your girlfriend are the ones who jumped me, puto," the kid shot back. "Screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault."

Tori's face scrunched as she shook her head slowly, closing her eyes with a heavy sigh. Daryl also ignored what was said, including the girlfriend comment. 

"They took Glenn," the redneck shrugged. "Could have taken Merle too."

"Merle?" the boy scoffed. "What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle."

Angrily, Daryl tried to square up to the kid. Tori grabbed his wrist and tugged him back.

"Just back off, Daryl," she uttered strictly.

The Dixon turned to snap back at her when the backpack on the desk beside her caught his eye. He went over to it and unzipped the main pocket, routing around for the bundled up do-rag.

"Wanna see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?"

Daryl unwrapped Merle's hand from the material and dumped it on the kid's lap. It took the boy a second to realise what was thrown at him, and when he did, he jumped up with a squeal, taking a tumble and tripping over on the floor.

Grabbing the boy by his shoulders, Daryl threatened, "Maybe I'll start with the feet this time."

Rick stepped in once again, pushing Daryl away. The cop looked at the boy, barely blinking as he tried to talk to him meaningfully.

"The men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out."

It took a little more talking, but eventually, the kid agreed to take the group to where his people were. They travelled through the city, walking through back alleys behind building to avoid the walkers that had been riled up out on the main streets. Rick walked right beside the kid, so he wouldn't try to run off.

They eventually arrived at the shell of some sort of brink structure. The cement of the ground was cracked, green grass and weed poking out here and there, making the entire place look way more rundown than it already did. The sky was grey as the blue was concealed by clouds, the day passing by quicker than they realised.

Keeping out of sight behind a tall part of the brick wall, Rick took the gun bag off his shoulder and set it down on the ground to open it up. He grabbed a shotgun for himself, then picked up another one, plus a handgun, for Tori.

"Can you shoot?" he asked her, keeping quiet.

"I can aim and pull a trigger," Tori nodded.

She took the handgun and double checked the safety was on before tucking it into the waistband of her dark green jeans. She held the shotgun in her hands as she checked the shells, her movements swift as if she'd done this a million times.