In the heat of the moment, she wanted to scream and stab them repeatedly. In that moment she wanted to humiliate them, as they had humiliated her family. She wanted to make them suffer as they had done to her parents. She wanted to hear them scream like they had made her sister scream.

—If it weren't for the two hands that were holding her down and pinning her against the ground.

Merle and Daryl both needed to lean against her in order to keep her down, while Daryl covered her mouth with his one hand and pushed her down with the other. Merle was doing the same with his own hand, while he watched the men in front of them. They were a few meters away from them, so the men possibly couldn't hear Harley's struggling. But still, they were in a tricky situation; there were 9 men, so they were obviously outnumbered, which made it more dangerous.

Merle brought his lips to her ear. "Listen now sweethear', ya need ta keep ya mouth shut if ya ain' wann' get us killed." he whispered, causing Harley to relax immediately. Merle scowled when he realised how fast he had managed to calm her down.

It took a moment for both the Dixon's to realise that Harley was crying.

Daryl's hand still covered her mouth, so her sobbing were muffled. Merle kept watch as the men were walking towards the opposite direction of where they had came from; they were safe. Both Dixon brothers continued to press her down, until they were actually sure that the men had left the area.

Merle and Daryl exchanged a look. Merle nodded, and they let go of her. Harley didn't move at first.

The Dixon's stood up and looked awkwardly at the girl, until she stood up herself. The tears were still visible on her cheeks, and she suddenly picked the knife from its sheath. She lifted the knife and distanced herself from the Dixon's. "What now, princess? Ya got som' issues we shud know of?" Merle rasped while watching her closely. Harley bit her lip and dropped the knife on the ground in defeat. Merle didn't hesitate and grabbed it right away. The girl turned to Daryl and started to punch him on his chest. Merle only watched and shrugged, though Daryl took hold of both her wrists. "What tha fuck?!" Daryl exclaimed while staring at her. "You piece of shit! Why the fuck didn't you let go of me?! I could've killed them easily, asshole!"

Daryl raised her eyebrows and growled something under his breath. "Let go of me!" she cried while she tried to break free from his grasp.

Merle took a few steps forward and put a hand on her shoulder. He squeezed it. "What tha hell ya think this is? Calm down princess, this ain't no tea party. We were outnumbered."

Harley ignored him while she saw the images of her dead family in her head. "I could have killed them," she sobbed. Daryl shook his head. "Crazy bitch right 'ere, ya still wann' take 'er ta Rick?" he grumbled while looking at Merle. Merle shook his head. He was not sure what to do with Harley. "Why dont'cha tell me what happened, princess. Why d'ya wann' kill dem sumbitches so badly, huh?" Merle wondered while walking over to Harley, who rubbed her eyes. She looked up at Merle and shook her head. "Like hell I'm going to tell you guys. I just fucking met you. Why don't you both just leave me alone?!"

The girl turned around and walked away into the same direction as the men who had killed her family. She didn't turn around, leaving Merle and Daryl behind in utter surprise.

Fuck them, she growled in thought while she quickened her pace.

"Cute lil' thing like you with only 'er knife ta protect 'erself with. Ya ain't even got water 'r food, dont'cha think that's kin' of reckless?!"

Harley halted when she heard the screaming voice behind her. She pressed her lips together and massaged her temple with her hands. He was right. No matter how badly she wanted to punch the twat, he was right.

The girl turned around. Daryl had already seemed to given up hope, as he shook his head and turned around while taking the crossbow in his arms. "Lets go Merle, stupid bitch wants ta die that's fine by me. I ain't grieving." he called out after his brother, whose gaze still lingered on Harley. Harley rolled her eyes and walked back to Merle. He smirked in satisfaction.

"Give me back my weapons, ammo and supplies." Harley said calmly while glancing at Merle. "Which supplies we talkin' bout princess?" Merle scoffed, causing Harley to pull out the knife and press it against Merle's throat. "I'm not playing games with you. Give me back my stuff."

Merle only looked amused at her. "Ya sure as hell are feisty. But no, ya ain't getting back yer stuff."

Harley bit her lips in frustration. "Listen, you little piece of—"

"Put tha knife away or I'll blow ya brains out."

The crossbow was pressed against the back of her head and Harley startled. Merle looked at her with a slight amused expression on his face and he lifted his hands up. "My hands 'r clean on this one, darlin'." he mumbled teasingly. Harley lowered the knife and soon Merle's expression changed into frustration and anger. He grabbed Harley and tackled her as he pinned her down to the ground. The girl didn't protest and allowed the man to tie her hands together with a ty rap. This time, her hands were even tighter, and she realized he was using 3 more ty raps. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed while she tried to yank her hands away. However, Merle's grip was too strong. "So ya ain't goin' ta kill us in our sleep, crazy bitch." he explained with a growl.

Merle pulled the girl up her feet. "This wouldn't have happened if you would've just given me my stuff," Harley snorted while being pushed forward by Merle. It seemed like she really managed to piss them off this time. "Shut your fuckin' mouth, princess. Don't talk 'less I ask ya to."