A/N~ I am soooo sorry I never updated this story! aha this is pretty short, i'm just trying to get back into things. I hope you guys like it! I have a feeling this story is gonna be pretty dark, so get ready!
What the fuck just happened?
The last thing Daryl can remember was holding up his cross bow to a wimpy ass little kid that had Carol in a head lock. Now all Daryl can think about is how bad his head hurts, how hot the room he's in is, and where the fuck he is in the first place. First he reaches his fingers to the back of his head, a bump the size of a baseball is raw to the touch. He tries to press his hands into his tired eyes, but is surprised when he discovers he can't move his right hand. He pulls against the barrier, realizing the familiar feeling of a hand cuff. Some one is seriously going to wish there dead in a few minutes. It's dark, and Daryl can only see the thin line of sunlight peeking through the bottom of a door across the room. The floor is smooth, reminding him of a gymnasium. He reaches out with his free hand, but he can't find anything. It's only when Daryl takes a moment to breath when he hears someone else's. it's quiet, inconsistent breaths from across the room, and Daryl immediately thinks of Carol. He wants to call out to her, ask her if she's okay, but the door creeks open before he gets a chance.
"Howdy." Randall limps through the door, his hands on his hips, his smile as smug as can get. Daryl immediately tries to stand up, hit him good right in the jaw. His hand cuff scrapes against his wrist, pulling him back to the ground. "Like how it feels?"
"You ain't nothing but a piece of chicken shit!" Daryl exclaims, still trying to reach Randall. "I'mma kick your ass!" Randall just laughs, shifting his eyes over to the woman in the corner. She's tied up with a rope, a bloody gash on the side of her head. Her eyes are hovering in the back of her head, breathing sharp and scary. She crying. He's about to call out to her, but decides to scream some foul words at Randall instead.
Randall gets closer to Daryl, ready to spit at him in the face, but Daryl reaches out, clawing him with his free hand. "Shit!" Randall takes a few steps back, cupping the bloody scratches. He's about to lunge for Daryl, but a voice calls him away.
"Dammit Merle, I told you we should' a cuffed both hands."
Merle?
No.
Fuck no.
He walks in like he's Jesus walking on water, his hulky boots clacking against the floor, his matching vest framing his heavy shoulders. He's laughing, and that was always way worst than when he looked mad. Daryl's eyes immediately are drawn down to the stump at the end of his wrist, wrapped in a dark bandana. "Hey there baby brother!" His face, his voice, the stump, his laugh. It all comes flooding back and Daryl wants to vomit. He can't think straight, he can't even find words to say. Sorry I left you to die? "Aw, you ain't to happy to see me, huh darlin'?" Merle bends down fast, cupping Daryl's face with his only hand. "Nice to see ya again." He smiles wide in Daryl's face, a unsettling chuckling squeezing through his teeth.
"Merle." Words finally escape from Daryl's lips as soon as Merle had tossed him to the side. Merle looks down at him now, and Daryl can remember all the time he had looked at him that way. "I tried lookin' for you. We looked all over." He says, reasoning with the only person he ever had to explain himself to.
"Fuck that," Merle laughs. "You was happy I was gone! You got to become 'part of the group', right? Hangin' around with all the normal happy people, and they ain't even know the person you really was. The horrible things you did. They wouldn't step within thirty feet of you if they knew the little piece of shit you really are. They ain't your family, brother. No one would want a family like you." Merle bursts out laughing, his neck bending backwards. "You even gotch'a a little girlfriend." He hands Daryl a disturbing wink before he's suddenly at Carol's side, brushing against her cheek with his fingers.
"Merle!" Daryl tries to call him back. "Let's keep the bitch out of this." He says, and Merle barley even recognizes he said anything.
"Ain't you one pretty peach." Merle slurs, licking his teeth as Carol blinks a few times, realizing the reality of the situation. "Aw, she's shaking!" Merle laughs, suddenly placing his hand at the curve of her upper thigh, his thumb caressing it up and down. The scene causes Daryl to pull at his hand cuffs, the metal edges scratching against his skin, It's dumb that this little piece of metal is keeping him away from his freedom, and Daryl wanders if this is what Merle felt like up on this roof. It's payback.
"Daryl!" Carol glances over it him, her eyes suddenly alert and ready, her neck stretching as far away from Merle as possible. The way she looks at him kills Daryl, and he pulls as hard as he can, expecting to suddenly be free. Sweat beads down her neck, and she's whimpering like a puppy and he can't even deal with the thought of not being able to protect her.
"Don't worry." Daryl says, as quiet as he possibly can because he knows Merle will throw it right back in his face.
"Aw, now who coulda done this to ya?" Merle asks, pouting his lips as he recalls the bloody gash against Carol's head. "We can't have you lookin' like this now, can we?" Merle takes a glance at Daryl before he turns to randall. "Take our gorgeous guest here to get freshened up."
Randall obey's like a dog, Quickly forcing Carol to her feet. She squirming and screaming and Daryl's rubbing his wrist raw trying to escape from his cuff. He had never felt like this before. The helpess, lonely feeling as he was being forced away from him. The empty, pathetic feeling that Daryl never let himself feel. He never cared enough to protect anyone. And now the one person he bothered keeping an eye on was in trouble, and there was nothing he could do about it. "Daryl! Daryl!" She screamed, Her voice desperate and horse and Daryl can't even call back to her to tell her it's going to be okay.
"Daryl!"
She's gone then. The door is shut and the only thing Daryl can recall is the frame of an angry brother towering over him.
"I think it's time for some brother bonding time."