Deceiving
The Reason
Ricks POV
The sun began to rise, the start of another morning in 'Paradise' if you can call it that Paradise in the shape of a prison. We tried to make it look as nice a possible but still as a father I felt like I need to give more and do more for the sake of my son and daughter. I looked over at Carl he was in the yard sat playing cards with some of the other children. I smiled and began walking over to him. "Well what's going on here then?" I ask looking between Carl and Patrick his new friend here at the prison.
Patrick looked up and smiled at me "Carl is teaching me how to play poker Mr. Grimes" he said politely. I raised my eyebrow and looked over at Carl.
"Poker?" I asked kind of shocked. "Carl. Where in the world did you learn to play poker?" I asked out of curiosity.
Carl placed his cards down on the grass in front of him. "Daryl taught me" He told me simply. I was shocked at hearing his name. Daryl wasn't exactly the best person with children and I did my best to make sure he wasn't around Carl too much alone.
"Daryl?" I asked he nodded. I looked up at the sky and laughed "Brilliant. Well don't look up to Daryl too much boys he isn't exactly the ideal role model, he has issues Carl" I warned him, I knew Carl hated it when I told him what to do but he and Judith where the only family I have left.
Carl pouted and looked up at me with squinted eyes. "I think he is cool dad" He argued. I sighed and placed my hands on my hips.
"Daryl isn't exactly a people person and I know how dangerous and inappropriate he can be, just keep your distance" I warned. Carl nodded and looked down as did Patrick I turned around to see Daryl standing behind me. He stood crooked folding his arms his eyes where squinted and his skin was dirty. "Daryl" I said quietly and nodded. I walked past him he turned and followed me.
"Done bitching about me with your kid?" He asked.
I stopped and turned to him. "Watch your language in front of my son" I warned Daryl rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Watch my mother fucking language" He muttered as he turned to walk away. He was slumped over with his crossbow over his shoulder, I frowned he had probably been drinking last night. "You know what Rick maybe if you would have been there for your kid and spent quality time with him, he wouldn't have come to me and asked how to play" Daryl stated I frowned wanting nothing more to punch him square in the jaw. He made my blood boil.
"Hey, do we have a problem here Daryl?" I asked walking up to him. He turned to face me we were only inches apart. My fists where clenched ready to hit him.
He was taller than me and a lot more muscular but you know what they say the bigger they are the harder they fall. "I have no problem Rick you are the one that's got to wake the fuck up" He hissed at me.
"Language Daryl!" I yelled giving him a little push backwards. He only retaliated by getting closer to my face.
"My language is the last thing you should be worrying about Rick. You should be worried about your son" He stated he looked behind me I knew he was looking at the boys, I hate that I am doing this in front of them.
"Stay away from my family Daryl. You don't know the last thing about family" I whispered to him, his eyes widened a little and he stepped back rubbing his hand over his face.
"I killed my own brother!" He yelled throwing his hand in the air. "I killed him because those bastards got to him before I could" He continued. Part of me felt for him he had no one anymore. No one to live for, no one to die for just himself. I knew how hard that could be on a man. "Just because I don't have a family anymore Rick doesn't mean I don't know shit. I am sick of you looking down your nose at me. You think you are so much better" He spat at me.
"I never said that" I told him shaking my head.
"You didn't have to" Daryl told me as he turned to walk away. I closed my eyes and sighed thinking that could have gone so much better. Daryl was a broken man but then again so am I.
"Daryl" I heard Carl call I turned to look at him.
"Yeah?" Daryl asked.
"Thank you" He said raising the cards from the floor I turned back to Daryl who had a slight smirk on his face.
"Any time kid" He mumbled as he staggered off back to the cell block.
Daryl's POV
I'm tired. I am tired of everything people, the drama hell I would even say I am tired of living. I walked back into the Cell block. Beth was hovering over Judith's cot I knew it would be a bad idea if I even approached her. Carol was in the corner washing the dishes keeping herself to herself. I looked over at the table and Hershel was sat there with one limb missing. The truth is we are all tired and I am the one to say it, we are all broken in different ways. I don't know how much longer we can live like this. Rick was doing his best for the people but at the same time ignoring his son. Bastard.
I made my way to the perch and sat down on my mattress. My mind kept flickering from subject to subject. The governor and how I wish I could drive one of my arrows through his skull, my brother the asshole who made me what I am today. I was only alive for one reason, I need to kill the governor.