The Dixon's Best Friend. [Daryl Dixon Fanfiction.]

It Wasn't A Choice This Time.

It was a split second decession as I threw myself over the low wall and took a sharp left running from the two men.

"OI CATCH HER!" One of them yelled, and without warning another man came tumbling out from behind a boiler tank, he grabbed my arm and yanked me back away from the rooftop edge that I had been so very near too. Another hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards the first two men I had seen.

Once there, the first man who had caught me yanks my head back by my hair and pulls a gun to my head.

"Someone looking for an easy way out?" Sneered one of the men standing in front of me.

I don't say anything as a grim look settles across my face.

"Well why don't we make it easier?"

"Fine." I snap and I brace myself.

"Hold up." A voice calls out and then out walks and older man, his voice is vamiliar, and so is his stance. He moves out slowly from the shadows and a gasp slips through my lips. 

"Joe." I whisper and a grin forms on his face eyeing me.

"Well. well. well, someone's along way from home." He takes another few steps forward.

I squirm against my restraints and he chuckles.

"Daryl claimed you were stronger that that." He cooes. I stare into his cold hearted eyes, a chill running down my spine.

"Just let me go." I croak.

He throws his head back and laughs. "Well you wanted to go." He turns and gestures towards the edge of the building I was planning on throwing myself from and I gulped. 

"Please." I beg.

He turns his eyes from me and nods to the men behind me. "NO!" I yell out, instead of getting a bullet through my head I got the butt of the gun to the back of my head.

#~#~#~#

I stirred, my vision was blurry. The lights above my head stung my eyes and I snapped my eyes back closed. My head was throbbing and the world swimming above my face.

"Look who's awake." I hear Joe's southern accent purr next to me. I shoot upwards pulling against my news restraints of chains. Finally my eyes focused around the sterile room that reminded me of a doctors office. 

"What do you want from me?" Joe shrugs and walks in front of me.

"Not much." He answers frankly.

"Just let me go!" I spit out at him and he laughs again, this man is almost as infuriating as his sons. Almost.

"Well you only just got here." He answers and turns walking towards a metal table laden down with supplies.

"What are you even doing here?" 

"Drugs, drink, you name the crime and we can do it for you. Your little friends have been very helpful to us." He answers folding his arms.

"I don't have any friends."

He cocks an eyebrow. "What about Daryl and Merle."

"THEY'RE DEAD YOU STUPID MONSTER!" I roar at him throwing myself against the restraints in attempt to break free.

He doesn't answer but a slow smirk arrives on his lips, he opens his mouth to say something but he's cut off when there's a loud bang. I turn my head to the huge double doors that have been thrown open, there's a man standing there that I don't know.

"We need to get her out of here!" He exclaims. In moments he and Joe have released me from my restraints and are dragging me across the room.

They stop upon hearing a shout from the hall. "LET US IN!"

There's an answer but I don't hear it and then there is another bang and my head whips up to look to the door where stands two people, their mouths open in shock. 

"No." I whisper. 

"Impossible." I whisper.