"Jus' keep movin' princess. C'mon now, that's it."
They were walking to God knows where, while Merle occasionally pushed her back in encouragement. Her hands were tied together with a ty rap.
Her wrists were aching badly, but no matter how much she pleaded, he wouldn't remove the ty rap. After he had grabbed her weapons, he had pinned her to the ground and tied her hands together, though it surprised Harley that he was actually treating her with more respect. After she had found out that he's just always like this, and that it wasn't just because of the woman's presence.
"Are you going to let me go now?"
"No."
"Where the fuck are you even taking me?"
"Easy princess, Ol' Merle ain' gonn' do ya no harm. Jus' goin' ta bring ya somewhere, 's all." he replied while holding her left arm. Harley rolled her eyes and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "And where's that?" she asked curiously. Honestly, she wanted to continue as soon as possible. Even though the guy wasn't that much of a dick, she was in no way interested in meeting his group, or whoever the fuck it was he was travelling with. "If you're going to kill me; why not just do it now? And believe me, don't even think of touching me, because you will regret it big time."
He halted and grasped her arm. When he turned her roughly around, she could see the anger in his eyes and feel the warmth radiating off his skin. "Careful darlin', ya startin' ta piss me off. Like I told ya, jus' shut ya mouth 'til we get there, alrigh'? Jus' 'cuz I look like a tough cookie doesn' mean I'm som' kin' of murderer or rapist, or whateva' tha fuck ya think I am. Trus' me, if I wanted ya dead, we wouldn' be chattin' right now."
Harley nodded, quite afraid because of the sudden change in his voice. He shoved her forward again.
They walked for what seemed to be 1 hour. Harley and Merle never really talked to each other, except when he warned her if a rock was blocking their path and that she should be careful.
"Tha fuck, Merle?! Ya sneakin' off ta kidnap random woman now?!"
They both turned around when they heard the growling voice. Harley expected Merle to drew his weapon, but he seemed quite amused by the man who struggled out of the bushes. His face was muddy, just like his brown hair, and his bare arms had some scratches on them. A crossbow was hung around his left shoulder and he was holding a rope with a bunch of squirrels attached to it.
Merle licked his lips. "Ya got a problem with tha', Darylina? She ain' protestin', ya see?" he chuckled. To prove his point, he lifted Harley's chin up and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Back the fuck off." Harley growled in her lower voice. Merle snapped his hand back and smirked teasingly. He turned back to the other man again. "Feisty one, ain' it?"
The man rolled his eyes at Merle. "Whatever." he replied casually while biting his thumb. Merle looked at Harley again. "Harley, meet my baby brotha Daryl. Daryl, meet Harley."
Daryl and Harley locked eyes for a brief moment, until Harley looked away in frustration. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible; if they were brothers, god knows if they had a whole bunch of redneck folks in a camp somewhere. Harley didn't feel like interacting with these rude people at all. "So, ya wann' take 'er back ta Rick, that it?" Daryl scowled. Merle nodded and licked his lips. "Maybe she from Woodbury. Maybe she som' kinda spy from tha governor." Merle replied, while Harley noticed how his tone suddenly changed to completely honest and serious. Harley raised her eyebrows. "Woodbury?" she repeated puzzled. Merle and Daryl both looked at her. "Don'tcha worry princess, nothin' goin' ta 'appen. Jus' need ta fin' out if yer a spy, is all." Merle explained with a grin. Harley shook her head. "What the hell is a woodbury?"
Daryl adjusted the crossbow on his shoulder and started to walk away. "Where ya goin' Darylina?! Lost ya balls 'n sense a talkin'?" he yelled after his brother, who was ignoring him at first. Merle tugged at the ty straps from Harley and they followed him, while Harley was becoming more and more pissed at these guys for ruining her plan. Plan, she thought mockingly, I'm underfed and disoriented and yet I'm willing to risk my life in order to play assassin. She thought of the group who had killed her family.
"She got no idea what ya talkin' bout, Merle! Ya really wann' continue 'n take 'er with us? Tha fuck we supposed ta do? Jus' another damn mouth ta feed!" Daryl spat at his brother, who shook his head and growled in frustration. "Ya really thinkin' 'bout people like tha', ya should learn ta know tha difference 'tween liars 'n people tellin' tha truth. For all we know, she from som' other group who 'r eatin' people—" "That's fucking disgusting and psychopathic. Do I look like one to you?!" Harley screamed, causing Merle and Daryl to look at her in shock. Merle grinned. "Well, ya tell me. Yer tha one who 'ad tha fuckin' rat poison on 'er. Not ta mention all tha fuckin' weapons ya carryin' with ya." Merle chuckled darkly. Daryl looked at his older brother in question and turned his glance to Harley then. Harley rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to explain myself to you people, I didn't ask for this shit to happen. Just let me go and we'll both be happy." she hissed while looking at both men. Daryl and Merle exchanged a look. "Now tha' would jus' totally ruin my day princess. Just found ya an' ya already want ta leave ol' Merle? Don'tcha wann' join us fo' a nice cup of tea 'n some fresh veggies, p'haps?" Merle said teasingly, knowing Harley's last meal wasn't much of a feast to say the least. Harley bit her tongue while trying to distract herself. The last thing she wanted to think about was food; Merle was trying to bribe her and she knew it.
How the fuck are you going to make it 5 miles with an empty stomach, a voice suddenly said in the back of her mind.
Harley shook her head and shot an angry look at Merle before moving forward.
Merle laughed while looking at her. Daryl looked around at his brother and offered him an annoyed glance. "See?! Ain' nobody goin' ta refuse a nice hot meal."