"Alright, that's it" Abraham stood up, walking to the door of the train car past everyone else whom was lying or sitting on the floor.
"HEY!" he yelled, banging his fist loudly against the metal of the train car. "I SAID HEY!" he yelled again even louder, smashing his fist repeatedly over and over again until Rick came up behind him. "hey hey hey, calm down man" Abraham looked at him angrily, shaking his head in frustration.
It had been almost 5 days sense Rick, Carl, Michonne and Daryl had came into the train car, and when that door shut behind him, it hadn't been opened sense.
"You see these people? They're hungry. You see that man over there?" He raised one hand and pointed into the direction of Eugene, "I'm responsible for that man, and that man only. You might want to make sure that the people that are here get some food in the near future because if you haven't noticed, it's been five god damn days sense you got here and I'm not just gonna sit around like you all are" He shoved Rick back away from him, causing Daryl to stand up and walk towards him slowly. "Hey, hey, you back off too." he said, shoving his finger in the direction of Daryl who looked to Rick before stepping back to his original position.
They stared at each other for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, a noise outside startled him. Abraham backed away when he heard some movement outside of the door.
"Rick," Maggie piped in "He's right, it's been too long sense we la-"
"Shh." Rick said, looking in her direction, signalling her to be quiet.
"You fuckin' do it then" One voice said, dangerously close to the door. "I ain't playin' escort this time, not uh. Not me." The voice said again. Rick tilted his head, trying to figure out what it is he may be talking about.
"Alright!" The man yelled, hitting his palm twice against the door. "I'm gonna open this door, and I'm taking two of you with me. Don't try anything stupid. I want all of you lined up against the wall directly across from me. Do it now!"
The look on everyones faces was sheer fright. Nothing short of that. Mostly because there was no way to know what was going to happen, who the two people were going to be, where they were going to go, and most importantly what they were going to do with them.
They slowly walked to the opposite side, with their backs against the wall.
Maggie squeezed Glenn's hand tightly for what felt like the hundreth time sense they had arrived. Rick stood next to carl and touched his shoulder. When Carl looked him in the eye and gave him a reassuring stare, Rick couldn't help but realize how strong Carl was. And how brave he had been and was continuing to be, especially considering what he'd been through when he should have just gotten the chance to live a normal childhood.
Daryl stood in the middle of Sasha and Eugene, looking to the small sliver of light through the door, waiting anxiously for it to open. 'doing something stupid' as they had said in Daryls mind would have been immidiately bolting out of the door as soon as it opened. But he knew for a fact he wouldn't get far, he'd probably end up getting shot. And besides that, he couldn't just leave everyone behind. Not here anyway, reguadless of what he knew he needed to do.
When the door opened and their eyes adjusted to the light, they could only see one man standing there, unarmed.
"Like I said," He began as he walked forward, "dont try anything stupid." He approached the end of the line and walked down to the other end, looking at every person individually, studying them for a long time each.
"Alright, you" The man pointed to Daryl first, but he didn't budge. The man put his hand to his chin as he looked at everyone again. "And you." Pointing to Maggie.
"She's pregnant." Glenn said, causing the man to raise an eyebrow. Maggie tensed and noticed the others do the same. Maggie realized after her mind kicked in a bit that it was Glenn's tactic to save her, more than likely. Because as far as she knew, she wasn't pregnant.
The man just laughed, "Oh, is that right? Congratulations." he said sarcastically. "does it look like I care? Get moving." Neither one of them moved. Daryl because he just was defiant most of the time, and didn't trust the man, or his people. Whereas Maggie was petrified.
The man dropped his head laughing, before he pulled a gun out from underneath his shirt and pointed it directly at Glenn's face, not even looking at him. He stared at Maggie and never broke focus, which made Maggie stiffen.
"I said, get moving." His face emotionless as he repeated what he had said before.
Daryl stepped forward and looked at Maggie, "C'mon" He said, not wanting to see anything happen to Glenn, or her. He could see Maggie sacrificing herself for Glenn, but one false move and Daryl was sure that they all would be dead.
Maggie looked at him desperately, not knowing what to do or what to say. Slowly, she released her grip on Glenn's hand and stepped forward.
"You," he said, pointing to Daryl. "You go first, Go down the steps and wait there. Do anything stupid, and this girl's getting a bullet between the eyes, understand?" Daryl nodded, stepping down to the ground and finally feeling the heat of sunlight on his skin for the first time in days.
He remembered vaugley his mother talking about Vitamin B or some shit like that, how it could make you feel better just by the rays of the sun. But that fell flat because although being outside was a good change of scenery to some degree, it didn't change the situation at hand.
Maggie followed behind Daryl, stopping at the ground right behind him as they waited on further instruction. He could hear Maggie's ragged breathing behind him, and was almost positive that she was crying.
Back in the train car, as the man turned to walk out, he was stopped by Rick's voice. "What are you doing with them?" He demanded, taking a step forward. The man smiled, and it made his skin crawl. The smile was not a genuine happy, or any kind of good smile, he couldn't pin point it, but it made him uncomfortable.
"Don't worry about it."
He walked towards Maggie, gun raised and pointed directly at Maggie's head. "Door, to the right. Go through there, and you'll be met inside. Now."
Daryl stepped forward slowly, feeling weak from the lack of food. Before he turned the handle he turned around to look at Maggie. "'s gonna be alright." He said consolingly. Not even really sure why he felt the need to try and comfort her in any way shape or form, especially considering the nasty looks and comments he'd been recieving from her the last few days.
Maggie nodded, and followed through the hallway behind Daryl, when they were met by two different people. Both Daryl recognized immiidately. "I'm Mary, and this is Garrett." She said, smiling broadly. She looked erily friendly to them, which startled them completely.
She sighed at their lack of response. "Young Lady, you're gonna come with me in here and take a seat," She said, walking to one of the doors in the hallway and opening it. Maggie stopped as she got to the doorway.
"What about him?" She said, almost inaudibly. "Oh, he'll be going with Garett, no worries." She said, placing a hand on her shoulder, to which Maggie jerked away from like her hand was on fire. She walked forward and Mary shut the door, leaving just Garrett and Daryl facing each other in the hallway.
"Well, guess it's just you and I, then." Garrett said walking down the hallway. Daryl followed, because he was sure he was going to be stuck with the guy for god knows how long. Garrett turned the corner, and opened a different door and gestured for him to go inside.
"After you." Daryl stared at him for a long time, trying to read the guy as much as possible. To see if he had a glimmer of fear in his eyes, or if he was at all intimidated by him. But as far as he could tell, he wasn't.
He walked into the room which smelt musty. Looking around he noticed a rectangular steel table with two chairs pushed in across from one another. "Take a seat," Garrett said as he rounded to the other side of the table and sat down, threading his hands together and placing them behind his head as he settled into the chair.
Daryl stood there, not wanting to sit or really do anything the man asked of him.
"C'mon now man, be polite." He held his hand out gesturing to the chair again, daryl cringed inwardly as he yanked the chair out backwards and dragged it making an awful screeching noise against the floor before he sat in the chair and looked at him.
"Alrighty then that's better. So, tell me." Garrett said.
"Tell you what?" Daryl snarled.
"About you, about what you've gone through, what's your name?"
"I ain't tellin' you nothin'" Daryl said, looking away from him studying the walls and the flooring, not making eye contact with the man at all, if he could help it.
"I get it," Garrett said with a sigh, placing his elbow on the table as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Get what?" Daryl said, confused, watching Garrett as he pulled a cigarette out of the pack and gestured the pack to him.
"Get what?" Daryl repeated as he grabbed the ciggarette from his hand and lit it.
"Hope you like menthol" Garrett said with an erie smile.
"Douchebag." Daryl muttered as the smoke billowed out of his mouth.
Garrett took a long drag from the cigarette blowing it into the air before continuing. "I get why you don't wanna say anything to me. I mean hell we shot at you, stole your weapons, took your friends things." He tapped on the end of the cigarette, ashing it on the steel table before continuing. "I'm letting you know if you cooperate, you and your friends will be just fine."
"What makes you think Im gonna believe a damn thing you say" Daryl said, this time looking at him straight into the eyes.
The man - Who really looked like a young guy, maybe Glenn's age didn't intimidate Daryl at all. He knew that he could over power the son of a bitch easily, but he was one of the people there. How many people there were in their group was questionable.
"Because I'm gonna make you a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Daryl realized he was retorting questions to almost every question he was asked. He laughed for a minute, a smile creeping across his face before he tossed the cigarette butt across the room.
Garrett pushed the chair back and walked around the table, standing behind Daryl as he spoke.
"Tell me, what happened to your face? And your rib cage? Oh, and that right leg you've been favoring sense I've seen you walking."
Daryl stared forward, not willing to answer the question. He didn't like thinking back to that night with Joe and his men. What they had done to Rick, what they tried to do to Carl.
"Because, I'll tell you, looks an awful lot like you got the shit kicked out of you." Garrett was pacing around the table, watching Daryl's every move, every facial expression.
"Yeah, well, you should see the other guys." Daryl said examining the black painted letters on the walls reading "Us first, always" his face must have shown his confusion, because he watched Garrett look at it too before smiling and looking back to him.
"Wanna know what that means? It's pretty simple. The people here including myself take surviving and the saftey of my people very, very seriously." Garrett sat back down across from him. "And when I say seriously, I mean that we're not willing to take chances with outsiders."
Daryl scrunched his eyebrows together and shook his head, "Well that makes no fuckin' sense." He snarled, not even believing the words he had said.
"We'll I'd like to know why it is you feel that way. I'm all ears." He said, almost sarcastically.
"Well for starters, y'all have signs up practically begging people to come here." Garrett paused.
Thinking for a moment as he pulled another cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. "I'll give you that." He said with a chuckle.
"We're done here." Daryl said. Standing and walking towards the door. Fed up with the bullshit he was being fed.
"Daryl, is it?" Daryl stopped in his tracks, releasing his hold on the door handle.
"What did you say?" Daryl stalked towards him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him up out of the chair.
"Your name is Daryl, isn't it?" He repeated, seemingly not phased by his aggressive action.
Daryl released his grip and stepped back, "how do you know that, how do you know my name?!" Within inches from his face, Garrett smiled and laughed
"Don't tell me that you honestly think it was a coincidence that we grabbed you, and her sister, but nobody else?"
Daryl instantly saw red. There was one way and only one way he would know that.
Beth.