"Are you sure about this?" Elijah Dixon asks for the twentieth time in that hour. They have been watching this group all day. It isn't the first group they sought out to join and then steal their supplies, but the more they watch the more they realized how pathetic the group is.
"Eli's right, dad, this group are a bunch of pussy city losers." Dean says as he pushes his dark hair out of his blue eyes. "Doubt they'd have anything good."
"Yeah, all they seem to have are a handful of guns, barely any ammo, and very little food." Eli adds.
"Merle?" Daryl says as he leans against a tree, staring at his older brother. "What's the plan?"
"The plan's the same. We'll stay with this group for a week and then run off with their supplies." Daryl bites his thumbnail and looks at the camp.
"Kids right, they don't have much."
"They have enough." Daryl follows his eyes to see him eyeing over a blonde woman, mostly her tits.
"Merle." Daryl says in a warning, his eyes flicking to Dean.
"Come on." Merle says before gathering the meat they got while hunting and headed out of the woods. Eli sighs and looks up at Daryl.
"Are you sure about this, Dad? I mean, raiding a camp with supplies is one thing, but this group has kids and women." Eli is a lot like his father. He is tough around the edges, closed off, and quiet, but he has a good heart. Stealing from these people make him feel like he has ash in his mouth. It doesn't seem right to steal from them. The last camp they stole things from had been just a bunch of city licking boys, Eli didn't feel bad for that. In this world, the weak die and the strong survive, but this group isn't just city licking boys, it has kids and women who can't help that they aren't strong like the Dixons.
"Eli, we listen to your uncle and he says this is the plan." Daryl says, causing Eli to sigh.
"Okay, but promise if things get hairy that we split or we stay and forget the plan." Daryl looks at his son for a long moment. Eli and Daryl look a lot alike. They both were rugged and brawny, while Merle and Dean were more rugged and burly. Eli also has Daryl's chestnut hair and blueberry blue eyes. Merle and Dean had hair closer to black and eyes that are more navy. Eli's hair is short like Daryl's too, while Dean has his hair growing pretty long. His bangs sweep across his right eye, while his eye falls to the back of his neck, but his hair is thick, so it makes it look longer. Merle has his hair very short.
"Hey, Darylina, Elianna, you two coming?" Eli rolls his eyes as Daryl shoots a glare at his brother.
"Shut the fuck up." Daryl says as he catches up with Dean and Merle.
The four of them walk out of the woods and just as they predicted the men of the camps came running with guns aimed right at them. "Stay right where you are." This man is the leader or at least that's what Eli has deduced from watching the group all morning.
"No need for violence, we were just passing through." Merle says with his hands the air, the rabbits he shot still in the clutches of his fists. Eli sees the kids staring at the rabbits with hunger, which causes guilt to fill Eli.
"Have those kids eaten?" Eli asks, causing them to look at him. "They look like skin and bones." Merle shoots a look at Eli, but he ignores Merle. "We have plenty if you want." Eli motions to the rabbits in his uncle's hands. They did have plenty. They got this much in order to win over the camp. Merle was holding two rabbits in each hand, while Dean had a string of squirrel on his back and a raccoon in his left hand. Daryl had his own string of squirrel and so did Eli and they both have a rabbit each.
"We're just passing through." Dean speaks up. "Out hunting. The game's better up in the mountains, less walkers chewing on our kills. Your group looks like they've seen better days." The group watches the warrily as the kid spoke. Dean was only twenty three, while Eli was nineteen, but that didn't mean they were harmless. "We could work out a deal."
"What kind of deal." Dean almost smiled when the leader asked this. He knew his kind. Tried to be the big man, the leader, the tough guy, but they were running out of food and Dean and his family held the answer.
"The woods are stocked up in there. Plenty to kill seeing how there ain't no walkers up this way. We're thinking of sticking around to hunt, but we don't wanna cause any problems with your group. It seems you have it worked out pretty well up here. What do you say you allow us to stay with your group for a half our kill?" Merle shoots a look at his son the second he said half, but Dean shot a look right back. "Kids need something to eat. Won't survive much longer out here with no food." The leader looked over at the group before looking at the Dixons.
"How do we know you're not a threat?" The man asks.
"If we wanted to kill you we would have done it by now. You don't have many guns on ya, there's four of us and four of you with guns. It'd be real easy for us to kill ya with one shot from each of us, but we haven't done it and instead, we're trying to reach an agreement. So, what'd you say?" Dean asks, causing the group to look at each other and then the food that the Dixons had. Dean knew the answer. They all did. The group was starved and there was no way they'd say no to food.
"We have a deal."