A/N: This deals with events from the episode Vatos, although it will be in two parts. There's a lot of ground I want to cover here.
Thanks to jaded79, Auds1978 and rebecca taylor for the reviews. :)
It was mentioned before that maybe this didn't sound that much like Daryl. I'm hoping this does. But he's a tough voice to get in my head right now, but I shall keep practising. :) So, if it's an improvement but needs a bit more work still, let me know.
Strong language throughout.

2.

So he knew he'd never do it.

Even with his crossbow aimed right at T Dog's damn head, he knew that he wasn't actually gonna kill the bastard. But it didn't mean he didn't wanna. Hell, he'd happily turn this thing on all of 'em, seeing as each one of 'em had been there before and left his brother behind. The cop, Grimes, wasn't going to let anything happen though. He'd leave people handcuffed to a roof but try and get a little vengeance and the barrel was suddenly pointing at your head.

And so he lowered his weapon and he manned the fuck up because he wasn't about to let these assholes know how pissed he was. And Merle would kick his ass if he knew what a sissy he was being right now.

First thing was first, he got Merle's hand. No way was he gonna leave his brother's hand on the roof to get picked apart by some scavenging bird and next was to find out where the hell Merle had wandered off to.
He didn't expect the others to stick around and didn't care one way or another, but as he started to follow Merle's blood trail he heard the footsteps behind him. Rick stuck close, the others hung back, either afraid to put themselves out for the sake of Merle or just playing a grown up version of follow the leader. Made little difference anyway, he could handle this alone. And so could Merle, it seemed. Following the trail of blood to where Merle has burnt his bleeding stump to stop himself losing any more blood and then the broken window he'd clearly escaped from. A strange sense of pride swelled within Daryl at his brothers ruthless determination to survive. A clear 'Fuck you' to the men who'd left him behind, Daryl just wished Merle was able to see the looks on their faces. They were probably starting to realise they'd picked the wrong guy to fuck with.

He was ready to head out into the streets searching high and low for Merle, walkers be damned. He knew with all he'd been taught he'd be able to navigate his way through them and stay out of harms way. He didn't expect the others to have any interest in helping, expected them to get off back to the truck and the camp and forget the Dixon brothers forever if they could. But that's where Rick surprised him. Wanted to help him in his search for Merle? I mean, what the fuck was that? He's cuffed him on a roof, drove out of the city and then after reuniting with his family, was ready to come back to the same over run city to save the guy he'd cuffed? Where the hell was the logic here? But he felt it wasn't really time to question the guys motives. He wanted to help search for Merle then he wasn't about to say no. But they wanted the guns first. And as much as Daryl hated to leave Merle's rescue any longer, it made sense. They weren't exactly sporting any kind of impressive arsenal that would help if they got overrun. Besides, they didn't even know where to look for Merle right now. He couldn't track the guy through a damn city.

And then it was the Asian's kids turn to shine. He sure knew what he was talking about when it came to getting around town without incident. At least in theory. Made sure he was covered and had an escape route mapped out in case the first fell through. And it was good enough that no one had anything else to add to it, they followed along with what he said, trusting the kids judgement. Even after finding out he was a fucking pizza delivery boy before all this shit went down. Typical. Weren't like no pizza delivery guy Daryl had ever seen. Kid seemed like he'd get your pizza to you no matter what, life or fucking death, you'd get your God damn pizza.

He pushed the thoughts away, needed to stay focused. The plan called for him to cover the Asian kid while he went for the bags and if all went well, he'd return the same way. All he had to do was keep an eye out for the kid, make sure that no walker got too close for comfort or started to block his path. All he really had to do was stay out of sight and wait for the Asian... now, he just told him where he came from, but dammit if Daryl could remember now whether it was Japan or China? He'd just told him, too. Fuck, he had to start paying attention when people talked to him, the problem was, he stayed alert. All the time. He wasn't always listening to the talk because he was listening for the sound or trouble. Like right now, while he waited for the kid to get back, he could hear the sound of someone approaching behind him. Didn't sound like a walker, they were clumsier. Whoever it was, they attempted to be quiet. Could be one of the other guys, but that meant the plan was already fucked, which was bad, so he'd expect more urgency, less creeping. Time to see who the fuck it was trying to sneak up on him.

TBC

A/N: So, I'm hoping Daryl's thoughts seemed more Daryl, although it's not completely in Daryl's POV either, it's a bit weird. But I am hopefully on the right tracks. I need to study Daryl a bit more in the second half of this episode before I write more. Feedback is love. :)