Arrows and Angel Wings [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Twenty One

*Daryl's POV*

I had woken up first but didn't move since I didn't want to wake Danielle up from what was probably her first goodnight's sleep in days.

Although it seemed that Rick had other plans, "Daryl! Danielle! Get down here!"

I sighed and started to wake Danielle up. I ran my fingertips from her hairline and down her cheek.

"Come on baby, time to get up." I whispered to her.

"Five more minutes. Please Daddy?" She mumbled.

"If it was up to me we could stay up here all day but Rick wants us." I told her peppering her hair with kisses.

She sighed but started to untangle herself from the blankets and myself. She got off the bed and got her jeans and boots on before I got out of bed and got dressed myself. She went to trade out my dirty flannel shirt for one of her own and I had an idea.

"Let me see that shirt for a minute." I told her.

She handed it over to me and I got my knife out. I cut the sleeves off of her shirt and handed it back to her.

"Now we'll kinda match. Plus you have such cute arms and you should show them off." I chuckled.

She smiled and buttoned the shirt up before walking over to me. I looked her over and undid a few buttons but not enough the she was flashing anybody.

"That's better." I smirked.

We made sure we had our weapons before we walked out of our cell and down the catwalk some. I looked down and saw everyone gathered around waiting for us, except for my brother, he was locked up in a cell. Something he was used to by now.

"Now that we have everybody we can start discussing what we're gonna do." Rick said.

The main idea was to run and abandon the prison, an idea that Rick wasn't happy with, "We're not leaving."

"We can't stay here." Hershel replied.

"What if there's another sniper? A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds." Maggie added.

"We can't even go outside." Beth followed up.

"If Rick says we're not running, we're not running." Glenn pitched in.

"No, better to live like rats." Merle tossed his two cents into the pot.

"You got a better idea?" Rick asked him.

"Yeah, we should've slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window didn't we? I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place but now." Merle told him.

"We ain't scared of that prick." I spoke up.

"Y'all should be. That truck through the fence thing, that's just him ringing the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to." Merle told us.

"Let's put him in the other cell block." Maggie suggested.

"No, he's got a point." I said.

"This was all you! You started this." Maggie yelled at Merle.

"What difference whose fault it is. What do we do?" Danielle asked from behind me.