Next chapter! Thanks for reading guys! For those of you reading 'One Step Forward, Two Steps Back' I will update that tomorrow for sure. I've been busy with other stuff and things. Chapters will get longer in this story. I promise.
Chapter 2
Daryl hadn't wanted to leave the group but Merle was his brother. He couldn't leave him. Not again. So he had left Rick and the group. All Rick would've had to have done was let Merle come with them and he would've stayed but he told Daryl no. It felt like Rick hadn't cared. Like he didn't even glance back as Daryl walked away from them. Rick had basically told him to get lost and that hurt.
A hit on the head shook his thoughts from his mind. "What are ya doin Darlina? Are we gonna keep goin or what?" Merle asked. Daryl looked back at his older brother, "Yea...um...yea come on." They continued walking and then Merle started complaining again, "Where are we even going little brother? Do you have any idea where you're leading us in that thick skull of yours?" Daryl didn't look back at Merle this time, "We should find a house or something. Live there." Merle gestured at the forest, "What happened to ya Daryl? This woulda been fine before. Is this some new trick that Officer Rick showed ya?" Daryl shrugged, "Fine we can sleep in the damn forest but not here."
They kept walking for a little while. Merle started again, "So you and that group. Are you close with them?" Daryl shrugged, "I don't know. I guess." Merle rolled his eyes, "You think they care about ya little brother? Last thing I saw of 'em they wiped you off their heels like you was dog shit. That's why you're out here with me." Daryl turned to look at him, "I came with you because you're my brother Merle! I can't just leave ya. I'm not like ya Merle." Merle glared at him, "Whaddya mean you're not like me?" Daryl stepped towards his older brother, "I don't leave my brother behind. Like you did. All those times when we were kids. You told me you cared but you was never there." Merle didn't say anything to him after that and the walk began to quiet down a little bit. Of course it didn't last for long before Merle started talking about stuff and Daryl tried not to listen but there was one thing that got his attention, "You and Sheriff Rick are tight now aren't ya? Best friends with the guy that made me cut off my own hand."
Daryl glared at him, "We came back for you Merle! We came back but you wasn't there ok?! If you'd just waited we would've found ya!" Merle kept talking, "But ya still stayed with them even after that. Ya stayed with them even though it was their fault. They were the reason that I lost my hand little brother." Daryl turned on him and got into Merle's face, "The reason you lost your hand is because you're a simple minded piece of shit!"
The next moment was a blur to Daryl but then he was kneeling on the ground and his shirt was torn off of him. Merle was standing over him, I-I didn't know he-" Daryl turned away but his voice cracked when he spoke, "Yea you did. He did the same to you." He tugged his shirt back on and his vest. He picked up his crossbow and started back the way he'd come.
Merle stood there, "Hey where are ya goin?" Daryl stopped, "Back where I belong." Merle looked at him, "I can't go with ya. I shot at ya guys. I damn near killed that Chinese kid." Daryl didn't move, "He's Korean." Merle shrugged, "Whatever. I just can't go with ya." Daryl turned away again. He felt the tears prick his eyes but he didn't let them fall, "Ya know, I may be the one walking away...but you're the one who's leavin...again." He didn't want to see Merle's face.
He began walking away when he heard the yelling start. As he turned he felt a hand go around his throat. Something hit him hard in the back of the head and he crashed to the ground. He kicked at whoever it whatever was attacking him. He tried to focus on who had hit him but he couldn't see very well. He felt a hand grip one of his arms and he punched with his other hand but met air. He heard Merle yelling, "Get your hands off him. Get off him!" Daryl started drifting. Damn his head hurt. A figure appeared over him. They had something. It wasn't a walker. The figure slowly bent down next to him.
The grip was still hard on his arm and they had started to squeeze on his throat. Daryl's sight was still blurry and he started seeing black spots dancing in front of him but he tried to fight off whoever it was. A pair of hands grabbed his wrists and then he couldn't move his arms anymore. He was blinded very soon after that and but it really didn't matter since he already knew he was going to fall unconscious. He still heard Merle yelling, "Let him go. Get your hands off him. He's done nothing to you!" He was about to go under when he heard the voice, "Well, well, if it isn't the famous Dixon brothers together again." He heard Merle grunt beside him and then everything went black.
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