Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Walking Dead, AMC or any of their affiliates. This is purely for entertainment purposes and is a fan created fiction. This story does not reflect the actual Walking Dead series and doesn't claim to be anything but a fan (me) expressing my appreciation for the characters and the wonder that is The Walking Dead. All OFC's (Original Fictional Characters) are a product of my own imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
Chapter 7
We couldn't take the car so we climbed into Daryl's work truck. The truck, a large industrial sized pickup, was painted mustard yellow. The truck bed had roofing equipment and scaffolding taking up every square inch. Along both sides were built in toolboxes that had once upon a time had been silver in color. Now they were dull, rusted, and covered in tar. Secured to both sides were collapsible ladders. This truck was easily recognizable and would be even easier to spot. I hoped to hell none of the Angels were watching. The positive was the police escort.
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At the station I was taken by one detective in a dress shirt, tie and khaki pants. He led me down the hallway while two uniformed policemen escorted Jesse and Daryl in the opposite direction. I glanced over my shoulder wishing I could go with Daryl. This wasn't what I expected to happen. I thought Merle would get taken in, spend a little bit of time in the slammer, and be back at home with his loyal clan. I never thought he would end up dead in my bed because I couldn't stay the hell away from places I didn't belong. I was just about ready to turn my attention back to where I was walking when Daryl looked over his shoulder. His stare was long and unreadable. I didn't know what he was thinking because he hadn't said a word to me since we were in bed together.
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I should have been watching where I was going because I walked into a man that was being led down the hallway. He yelled at me.
"Watch where yer going! Hey I know you! It's your fault. Yer the girl who started this whole effin thing. He's dead because of you!"
He was poking me in the tender space between shoulder and chest while screaming at me. I recognized him. It was the man at the bar that night who huddled his beer like I was going to steal it. The cop was trying to step between us but Daryl ran down the hall, tackling the man.
"Don't fucking touch her!" Daryl was on top of the guy. He landed one good punch before he was pulled off by the uniformed police officers. It didn't stop him from kicking at the man and fighting. "Gimp, I'm telling you fucking right now. You know who did this and if you don't tell me I'll break your fuckin jaw!"
"You already did asshole I'm gonna fucking sue you!"
"Tell me who did it! I swear to fucking God I'm gonna cut everybody's balls off in the brotherhood until I find the fucker…"
"Mr. Dixon I'm going to have to put you under arrest if you don't calm down. I know this is stressful." The detective escorting me pulled me away from the scene. I called out. "Daryl, please just go with them."
Jesse reached out to Gimpy. "Come on man your jaw isn't broken if you can flap it like that. Get up. You'd do the same if you were in his shoes."
Gimpy swatted Jesse's hand away and got up on his own. "Fine you got one shot but that is the last one Dixon. I'm sorry about yer brother."
Daryl lunged at Gimpy but the cops had a firm grip on him.
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I spent hours in a room most of the time alone. I told them everything, including how I was almost raped by Animal. Well just about everything. I withheld the relationship I was having with Daryl. I laughed bitterly it wasn't a relationship it was angry sex and not even that because we only got to half ass foreplay. I was released but I didn't have anywhere to go since my place was considered a crime scene. As I walked out into the front of the police station I was stunned to see Daryl and Jesse. Daryl got up and met me half way. He grabbed my face with both hands kissing me square on the mouth in front of the clerk and Jesse. I had so many questions of what this was about. He seemed happy. "What's going on."
Daryl stared into my eyes. "Let's go I'll tell ya at home."
I didn't know what to do or what to say. I was so shocked that my feet refused to move. Daryl grabbed my hand, pulling me all the way to the truck.
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Jesse climbed into the back this time leaving the front for me and Daryl. He told me to slide closer to him while he started the truck. I complied.
"Daryl what happened. Please tell me." He didn't say anything just smiled a lopsided grin as he pulled out his cellphone and showed me a text message.
"I ain't dead dickhead. Only the good die young. Someone's playing games and when I get my hands on them fuckers!"
I gasped. "It wasn't Merle?" Daryl shook his head.
Jesse spoke up. "Nope wasn't Merle. It was Bolt. I don't know what the hell they did to his face but half of it was gone. Stupid assholes didn't think to destroy the scars Bolt had on his fucking forehead."
"What? I don't understand what is going on?"
Jesse laughed. "Years ago Bolt was shot in the head with a nail gun, three times. It wasn't an accident. He lived and that is how he picked up the name Bolt!"
"That's enough! Besides Merle and I both have our father's name tattooed on our chest. That body didn't have the tattoo."
I turned around and looked at Jesse "You seem happy. I understand you are glad it wasn't your cousin but you seem glad that man is dead."
"I'm not going to cry over scum like Bolt McGovern. He was a lying, stealing, worthless, no good, rotten snake in the grass. You know that SOB used to knock around his old lady. I'm not talking about his woman I'm talkin about his Ma. And I heard that wasn't the only thing he was knocking with his ma. He shouldn't have been in the brotherhood to begin with."
"Then why was he in the gang?"
Daryl put his finger to my lips. "Shh…it's a brotherhood not a gang. None of that matters now. Bolt got what was coming to him. I just don't like the fact that they tried to pass him off as my brother. Someone will explain that bullshit!"
I worried about Daryl and what he planned on doing. He could be the next one with a nail gun put to his head, or worse a real gun. This was too much for me I put my head on Daryl's shoulder and stayed like that all the way to his house.
*author's note: this chapter is short becasue I think the next part in their lives needs its own chapter.
