CHAPTER 4:
With those six simple words, Daryl made his exit, he was unsure of why he felt like he had to watch over this girl. Yes, right now she was helpless, and she looked oddly familiar. But he wasn't going to bring it up, though he was sure, she was one of Merle's ex flings, or some sort of thing like that.
Walking out of the white cottage, he saw Hershel standing on the porch looking concerned. "Well, how's she doing?"
"You're the doctor, not me." He scuffed, but then saw that Hershel looked serious, and Daryl was trying to make a joke. Pointing with one of his arms he continued, "I mean she seems okay. I didn't know what to tell her. She's just supposed to rest."
Looking down, the older gentleman noticed the stranger's dogs at Daryl's side. "Taking care of her dogs?" Seemed very unlike him, especially since he was a hunter, and killed anything animal related, well almost.
Scratching the back of his head, "Uhh, yeah. It's huntin' time."
Whistling for the dogs' he walked past the good doctor, as well as Shane and Rick who we're on their way to talk to the vet. Shane looked at Daryl and made sure to roughly ram into his shoulder. "You's better keep that girl in place, Daryl."
Before either of the dogs could even get a chance to lower their body posture to growl at Shane, Daryl managed to call out, "Xavier. Sage. He ain't worth it." Slapping his legs for them to follow along.
Rick walked away from Shane, now he was just being an ass. He was looking for every excuse to try to get rid of this girl. "I tell ya Shane, something has changed about ya." He shook his head as he walked away, "Come on now, take Andrea and scout we're we planned." Anything to get Shane's mind off of the newcomer. Besides they needed to be focused on trying to find Sophia.
Rachel walked through her front door and noticed several glasses on the table; liquid was spilled on their marble island in the kitchen. It looked like at least three glasses have been used, as there was still small amounts of liquid in them. And one was as clean as a whistle; it appeared that there was company there. She seemed confused, mostly cause she was the last one home and didn't see Cassie's black beamer outside. Galloping from the living room, the blonde roommate, Cassie, greeted her friend! "Heeey Ray!" Stumbling, it was quite clear that she was intoxicated, way past that, hammered! "Let's do shots!" It didn't take a lot to get Cassie to be a drunken mess, she weighed all of 100 pounds, and she was severely underweight. Rachel saw that they cherry vodka and monster drinks we're out, so that had to mean; cherry bombs! She giggled and said, "Sure. Give me a second though. Oh where's your car?" Playfully slapping her friend on her hand, Cassie snorted, "Oooh. This super-duper nice man…" She stopped to think for a second, "Uhh I can't remember his name." She mumbled, "He drove me home!" Making Rachel a shot as she was talking, Cassie made sure to pour almost all vodka in the beverage, and almost no energy drink. Rachel turned to the door, and snapped the lock shut. "You need to catch up there, darlin'." She heard a raspy man's voice, quickly jumping around she saw that Cassie had left to her room, and shut the door behind her. "Uhh, hi." Seeing an older man, he was probably middle-aged, strong man, with big arms, he was decently built. No six pack or anything, he had short brownish hair, and wore lots of black clothing. He was wearing a white under shirt, with a black, flamed, short sleeves buttoned down shirt, and black jeans. He looked like a tough guy; there was no doubt about that! "What's your name gorgeous?" The man had a very noticeable southern accent, charming almost. Holding up a finger, as to tell her to hold on before she answered. "Take a drink first." He nearly shoved the glass in her face, insisting that she take a sip of the liquid before answering. "Uhh, thanks." Grabbing the glass, she managed to take a few sips and then answered the stranger's question. "Rachel, and you?" "Merle, Merle Dixion..." His toothy smile, he looked like he was going to do something of evil nature. His smiled slowly faded as he winked at the girl, "Gosh darn it, I been waiting for you, for some time now."
Xavier barked as a walker was approaching the three of them. "Yea I see 'em." Daryl moved his arms for his crossbow; he was aiming it, until something took his mind elsewhere.
Daryl met up with his older brother just hours later at a diner. Before going in the actual building Merle had to finish smoking, and that would give him a chance to tell him about his night. "What happened to you last night? Thought I had to come search for your ass." Daryl looked at his brother, as he was watched him slowly puffing his cigarette. "Naw baby brother. No need to worry about big brother, Merle." His same toothy grin as usual appeared on his face, his brother must have noticed something was up because he questioned his grin. "What ya mean?" Daryl received a quick nudge to the gut. "Why you so happy today? Just another damn day." "I tell you, your big bro still can get some action. Sure had to be a little "Haha, you sly dog." Daryl sarcastically responded as he was impatiently waiting for this cigarette to go out. "Oooh, come on baby brother. You's aint jealous, are you? I'll hook you up with the same broad. Don't worry, us Dixion's can share." Giving off his raspy chuckle; he put out his smoke, and slapped his brother on the back and opened the door to the building.
Xavier barked again, the walker was still approaching, and Daryl wasn't doing anything about it. Sage looked and circled from behind the dead man that was locking in on them. Barking as if saying that she was going to tackle him-
"Huh?" Woah!" Daryl snapped back to reality and quickly pulled the trigger, and aimed his weapon down right as the husky ripped off several leg joints. The arrow went right in the back of the skull, leaning down to grab it; Daryl spit on the biter and called for the dogs to follow.