THIS STORY PICKS UP IN SEASON 3 AFTER THE ESCAPE FROM WOODBURY. INSTEAD OF GOING BACK TO THE PRISON, MERLE AND DARYL HAVE AN ACCIDENT. WHILE THIS ISN'T REALLY A CROSSOVER I WILL SAY AYLA FROM THE EARTHS CHILDREN BOOK SERIES HAS HEAVILY INFLUENCED MY OC, EXCEPT I WANTED TO MAKE HER MORE MODERN. THE DIXONS HAVE ALWAYS REMINDED ME OF THE SET OF BROTHERS FROM THOSE BOOKS AND SOME SCENES IN THIS STORY WERE INSPIRED BY SCENES FROM THE BOOKS VALLEY OF THE HORSES AND THE MAMMOTH HUNTERS.
Merle
What a piece of shit. Eight months he had been looking for his brother and now that he found him, he wants to act like his own damn family is nothing but an inconvenience. Likes his new friends better than his own brother. He can piss and pout like a little pussy all day we are not going back there.
Merle could hear a baby screaming somewhere. The last thing they needed was a baby to deal with. Daryl pushed ahead moving towards the noise. If they could hear the noise, so could every biter for miles around. Maybe they would catch a break, and whatever unlucky bastards that were with the baby would already be dead by the time they got there and they could take what they wanted and leave. People who kept a baby alive this long were pretty sure to have food.
As the brothers got closer to the bridge the noise got louder and the people making it became visible. They looked like a bunch of fucking idiots. Two men were up on top of a truck, clearly out of bullets. A woman had the baby inside another car screaming like crazy even though there was only a few biters around. How people this stupid made it this long was always a mystery to Merle. If the governor was here they might have helped these people. The governor liked taking in small family groups. Keep the women and kids inside the gates and there was less of a chance the men would take off. People with loved ones were easy to control. But the governor wasn't here. And there was no going back to Woodbury, not that he wanted to anyway. Better just to let the biters have these people now.
Of course Daryl didn't feel that way. He bolted in and began killing biters. Merle stayed close to make sure his brother was alright but he had no interest in helping. Didn't take long before the dead were actually dead. The men in the truck came down and started jabbering away in some other language. Great. Saved them and now the assholes didnt even speak English. Assholes were probably just pretending not to understand so they didn't have to pay for the help they just got. Well they were going to pay.
Merle flung the car door open and began poking through the supplies. The woman and baby were still in the front seat. She was acting like he was some kind of crazy rapist instead of the brother of the guy who just saved her miserable life. People can't live long without water. There had to be a few bottles of water in there somewhere and maybe some canned food too. He could hear the two men babbling like idiots behind the car. There was no reason to worry about them, since if they had any bullets left they would have used them on the dead. Then Daryl hit him on the shoulder.
Back before the turn, Merle had robbed plenty of people. Hell, he had been planning to rob the Atlanta camp with Daryl's help. Daryl was ordering him out of the car like he had never stole a thing in his life. These taco vendors owed them. Its not like Merle was going to take everything and kill them, though the thought had briefly crossed his mind. Daryl had spent way too much time hanging around with that dick cop. Then the unthinkable happened. Daryl lifted his crossbow and aimed it at his own brother. Since he was just a little kid, Merle had taught Daryl never to aim a weapon at someone unless he intended to shoot them. Now Merle was really pissed off. He watched the other men jump into the car with the woman and take off. The brothers stood facing each other on the bridge. They couldn't see it, but the looks of anger on their faces were nearly identical.
Staring at his brother, Merle suddenly heard a strange rumbling noise. Maybe he didn't hear it exactly, but kind of felt it and heard it at the same time. The ground began to shift beneath him and he struggled to keep his footing. The last thing he felt was the sensation of falling and then the pain. The pain was hot and scorching up his leg. Brief thoughts of hell and that he may be getting what he deserved were jumbled up with thoughts of concern for his brother. Then there was only black.