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Trix stood behind her brother as he led a gagged and tied up Miguel towards the men's stupid hideout. She had a gun in her hand, a pistol tucked into the back of her pants, a whole mess of ammo in her pocket, and her hunting knife in her boot. She felt naked without her bow and quiver but Rick had insisted that her and Daryl leave behind their weapons of choice so that it wouldn't weigh them down. They planned on going back for them of course and they kind of needed to if they planned on searching again for Merle later. Which they definitely planned on doing.

They forced Miguel to knock on the doors with his foot. The doors opened and Daryl shoved the kid inside. The men behind either door glared at them and clutched their guns tightly. The Dixons glared at them as they slowly walked inside, T-Dog and Rick right behind them. Daryl shoved the kid into the center of the most cleared out area of the large room, right into a half circle of the gang. He kept his gun pointed at the kid the whole time and Trix did too, not wanting to risk any of the gang members grabbing the kid then shooting them up. She glared at Guillermo from where he stood in front of Miguel.

"I see my guns." Guillermo said, looking to the bag on Rick's back. "But they're not all in the bag." He said. He looked up at Rick then and glared. Trix could have smiled at how much shorter than Rick the man was. She wondered if it bothered him. She hoped it did.

"That's because they're not yours. I thought I mentioned that." Rick said, his eyes alone glaring at the man. Trix could have smiled if the situation wasn't so serious. Rick was surprising her left and right.

Felipe came over to Guillermo, looking angry. "Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese, alright?" Daryl and Trix aimed right for Miguel's head at his words. "Unload on their asses, ese." As he said that, Felipe realized just how much the Dixons were threatening his cousin. He looked worried but also pissed.

"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation." Guillermo said. He seemed to only be paying attention to Rick which Trix thought that was a good thing. If anything happened Guillermo wouldn't notice them blindsiding him.

Rick shook his head. "No, I'm pretty clear." He told the man. He lowered his gun and fished a knife from his pocket. Trix watched as he opened it and cut Miguel free. Rick shoved the kid forward and the kid immediately went to his cousin who definitely looked relieved. "You have your man. I want mine." Rick told the gang.

Guillermo stared at Rick a moment, seeming to think something over. "I'm gonna chop up your boy." He said, taking a step towards Rick. Daryl immediately pointed his gun at Guillermo and Trix pointed hers at Felipe, the first man to take a step forward to protect Guillermo. The rest of the men stayed still, understanding that if any of them made a move Trix was going to shoot them. She glared back at them, very pissed off. "I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. They're the eviliest, nastiest, man eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale." Guillermo said. Rick said nothing, just glared back, and that seemed to piss the man off. "I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?" He asked furiously.

Rick took a step forward, causing Guillermo take half a step back. "No, my hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded." Rick said. He cocked his shotgun and a second later Trix and Daryl cocked their own guns. That made all the men immediately copy their actions and step forward. Trix glared viciously at them, a snarl building up in her throat. Rick pointed his gun right at Guillermo's forehead and the man leaned back. He kept a stony expression on his face but Trix could have sworn she saw fear in his eyes. "Okay then, we're here." Rick told the man.

Everyone was tense, waiting for something to happen. Trix's eyes drifted to the man who had hit her with a pipe and she turned her gun on him. If she had to become a murderer, she was going to kill the man who had hurt her. "Felipe!" Trix was startled by the sudden woman's voice but she didn't let it show. "Felipe!" Trix glanced past the men and saw a little old woman coming through the men.

"Abuela, go back with the others. Now." Felipe ordered the old woman.

The old woman didn't listen to him. "Get that old lady out of the line of fire!" Daryl ordered the men. He was fine with shooting these assholes who'd beat his sister, took Glenn, and threatened them but he wasn't going to kill an innocent old woman. He wasn't gonna let anyone else do it either. Killing the innocent was wrong. He thought back to Merle's plan to raid the camp and felt guilt form in his stomach.

Guillermo looked beyond annoyed. "Abuela! Listen to your mijo, okay? This is not the place for you right now." He told the old woman, looking back at her. He was being awfully polite for a hardened gang leader.

The old woman still didn't listen. "Mister Gilbert is having trouble breathing." She told Felipe. "He needs his asthma stuff. Carlitos didn't find it. He needs his medicine." She told the man, looking over at Guillermo too so that she got her point across.

Guillermo looked back at them and they could tell he was pissed that this was happening. "Felipe, go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you." He ordered the other man. He sounded angry and annoyed. A bit stressed too, if Trix thought about it.

Felipe tried to usher the woman away but her eyes were focused on them and she wasn't about to move. "Who are those people?" She asked her grandson. She walked towards them and Felipe tried to call her back in Spanish but she wouldn't listen. Daryl and Trix immediately pointed their guns at the ground, not wanting to accidentally shoot her. She stopped right in front of Rick and glared at him slightly. "Don't you take him." She said angrily.

Rick looked down at her in confusion. "Ma'am?" He asked in a surprisingly polite voice.

"Felipe is a good boy. He has his trouble but he pulls himself together. We need him here." The old woman told him, her voice gentle and begging.

For a moment Rick looked confused but then he realized what was going on. The woman still thought the police were around. She thought he was here for her grandson. "Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest your grandson." He told her. The old woman expressed her confusion, concern appearing on her face. "He's helping us find a missing person. A fella named Glenn" Rick said after a moment's thought.

"The Asian boy?" The woman asked, smiling slightly. "He's with Mister Gilbert. Come, come, I show you." She grabbed Rick's hand and started leading him towards the back of the building, talking about how Mister Gilbert needed his medicine. Daryl and Trix immediately stepped forward to follow after him but the men around them tried to block them. Trix glared viciously at them, her finger pointedly going near the trigger so they knew she wasn't playing around. Guillermo, though obviously annoyed, ordered his men to let them go through. Trix gave the asshole who had hit her with a pipe a smug look before following her brother and Rick. T-Dog followed right behind her, looking distrustfully at every man around them.

The little old lady led them out of the building, up some stairs, and into a whole other building. Daryl and Trix stuck as close to Rick as possible, only separated from him by Felipe who obviously wasn't going to let Rick be led by his grandmother without his supervision. They were surprised when they entered the second building and saw that it looked a hell of a lot like a nursing home. They passed by a couple of rooms, noticing elderly people inside with nurses and occasionally a doctor. Trix was surprised. She had never expected to see an old person again (Dale didn't count since he didn't really look that old). She nodded politely to a few of the people they passed. They gave her soft smiles or nodded back. Daryl even got a smile from a few of the old women which made Trix chuckle. They relaxed considerably as they followed after Rick, realizing that these people and this place wasn't a threat. Trix stuck close to her brother when they entered the auditorium, her eyes moving around quickly to take in everything in the room. She spotted Glenn before Daryl did and did a quick once over of him. He looked alright. Pretty much uninjured. Lucky bastard.

"What the hell is this?" Rick questioned Glenn, looking in confusion at everything.

Glenn seemed oblivious to Rick's worry and confusion. "An asthma attack. Couldn't get his breathe all of a sudden." He said, not understanding what Rick meant.

"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man." T-Dog said angrily, obviously annoyed with Glenn. They'd come in there ready to shoot up an entire gang and Glenn wasn't even acknowledging that! Trix wanted to smack him. They'd wasted valuable time looking for Merle saving this kid who hadn't even needed saving!

Glenn looked back and they followed his eyes to a small bed where three incredibly harmless looking Chihuahuas were. One of them barked at them. Trix sneered at it. She'd never liked little dogs. They'd never had any pets growing up but their neighbors had had plenty and Trix had always loved the big dogs. She'd befriended a lot of mean ones, slowly making them love her so if she ever needed to duck through the yards or steal from one of the houses (which she'd done a couple of times) she'd never get attacked by them. Trix used to want a big dog but she'd given up that idea a long time ago. In fact, she'd given up a lot a long time ago. She'd given up even more when the dead started eating people.

Rick turned to Guillermo with a pissed off look on his face. "Could I have a word with you?" He didn't really ask, his tone made it sound like a demand. He dragged Guillermo away from the asthma attack, holding him by the arm like a child. Daryl and Trix immediately followed after them, still not trusting any of these people. T-Dog followed them too and a few of the men moved too, looking tense and ready to fight just like the Dixons. "You're the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met. We walked in here ready to kill every last one of you." Rick said furiously, glaring down at the much shorter man.

"Well, I'm glad it didn't go down that way." Guillermo said, sounding at least somewhat sincere.

Rick shook his head, looking over to Glenn and T-Dog before looking back at Guillermo. "If it had, that blood would be on my hands." Rick definitely sounded pissed then. Trix shook her head, thinking that Rick was probably one of those cops that got weighed down by every man they killed. Not that that was a bad thing but he'd just admitted it in front of a bunch of still slightly angry looking guys.

"Mine too." Guillermo said, making sure Rick knew he wasn't the only leader around. "We'd have fought back. Wouldn't be the first time we've had to. Protect the food. The medicine. What's left of it." He stopped then and glanced over at his men, probably realizing he shouldn't have mentioned how low he thought the medicine supply was. "These people, the old ones. The staff took off. Just left 'em here to die." Guillermo sounded pissed off. Trix couldn't blame him. It was wrong, leaving such defenseless people to die. These old people didn't even have a chance without the Vatos. "Me and Felipe were the only ones who stayed." Guillermo admitted.

"What are you? Doctors?" Rick questioned, looking confused.

"Felipe is a nurse. A special care provider." Guillermo said, nodding to the big man. Trix and Daryl glanced back at the big guy who was treating the asthma attack man with care. Trix had to fight back a smile. It was pretty funny to see a guy who'd been threatening to kill them acting like a gigantic teddy bear. "Me? I'm the custodian." Guillermo said. He didn't sound ashamed in the least. Trix and Daryl didn't react, they weren't about to judge him. Not with their past.

Rick stared at Guillermo in shock, seeming unable to find his tongue. Trix turned away to watch the old people, not noticing that the guy who'd beat her with a pipe was watching her. There was an ashamed look on his face but she didn't notice. Daryl did though and he glared at the man. Guillermo noticed Daryl glaring and quite a few of his own men watching the Dixons and T-Dog with distrust. He let out a sigh and suggested they move to another room so as not to disturb the old folk, using them being skittish around guns as an excuse. Rick didn't seem to mind so of course none of them minded. Trix fidgeted though as they walked and once they were in a private room. They were done, right? They'd gotten Glenn back, couldn't they just go look for Merle now?

"What about the rest of your crew?" Rick asked as they settled into the room. Trix fell into a seat as soon as she spotted one, letting out a pain filled gasp that she seriously hoped her brother didn't hear. Her ribs were hurting her so much. Daryl noticed but he figured she'd be okay for now. Besides, she'd told him she'd be fine. She lied so for now she could suffer. He'd patch her up later. And get back at that asshole who'd hurt his sister.

Guillermo sat down on the edge of a desk. Glenn started wandering around the room, looking through doorways and such. Trix watched him, not entirely interested in the conversation. "The Vatos trickle in to check on their parents, their grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay. It's a good thing too. We need the muscle." Guillermo explained. Trix wondered why they'd need muscle. What other men would be stupid enough to live in the city still? "The people we've encountered since things fell apart. The worst kind. Plunderers. The kind that take by force." Trix looked back at her brother who'd moved to stand behind her. Guilt was eating at her. The whole take by force thing was reminding her of Merle's plans for when he got back to the camp. She felt her insides squirm. Daryl knew how she felt. Those people at the camp…well, they had a chance but not a big one. It'd be like deserting the old people. They'd be killing them. Daryl grabbed his sister's shoulder and squeezed it slightly.

"That's not who we are." Rick said defensively.

"How was I to know?" Guillermo asked. "My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage." He stopped, trying to think of how to word what he meant. "Appearances." He said with the smallest shrug of his shoulders.

Trix snorted quietly. His people had got hurt? All they'd done was shoot Felipe in the ass and he was fine now so it wasn't like they'd really done anything bad. Trix felt her ribs ache and she felt a fresh wave of anger hit her. "Guess the world changed." T-Dog said, sounding upset. Trix frowned and looked to the floor. Trix didn't think the world had changed that much. Just the things that used to be a bit hidden were all out in the open. The bad things people were willing to do, now the good regular people knew about them. The Dixons had known all about the bad things, ever since they were kids, so really neither one thought the world had changed.

"No." Guillermo said firmly. The Dixons' eyes snapped back to him. "It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken." Trix squirmed again. Right then she was the weak one. She was injured, barely able to move around for now. She knew she wasn't weak, Dixons weren't weak, but she wasn't at her best right now and that was bad. Daryl followed her train of thought easily and squeezed her shoulder again. So long as Daryl or Merle was alive, Trix would live on. "So we do what we can here. The Vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathrooms by themselves so that's just a dream. Still, it keeps the crew busy and that's worth something." Guillermo said. Trix peered back through the door they'd entered through and saw a group of the Vatos talking. Among them was the pipe wielding asshole. It looked sort of like the other men were arguing with him. "So we barred all the windows. Welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The Vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait." Rick seemed to be taking Guillermo's words to heart. Trix hoped he was. It'd help keep the camp a little safer. "The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why." Guillermo said. Trix's lip twitched. The leaders were about to have a moment, weren't they?

"Because they can." Rick said. Trix almost laughed. That is, until Rick handed over his rifle to the other man. She sighed as he started dividing up the guns and ammo.

Guillermo and Rick talked while they divided up the weapons. T-Dog started talking to Glenn, chastising him for getting caught but at the same time saying how glad he was Glenn wasn't dead. Trix got annoyed with not speaking herself in a chatty room and turned to her brother. She opened her mouth to speak but Daryl silenced her with a glare. "You hurtin'?" He asked angrily.

"No, I'm fine." Trix lied. She gently prodded at her ribs and cursed, loudly, when she touched a swollen spot by accident. Daryl gave her a furious look that she ignored, cursing internally at herself for letting him know she was lying.

"Gonna kick that guy's ass." Daryl grumbled out. It didn't matter if the guy was trying to defend his own, he'd beaten his sister with a pipe. That was something Daryl wasn't going to let slide.

As if on cue, the man who'd hit Trix with a pipe came into the room. A few of the other men followed in behind him but they stayed at the door while the man approached Trix and Daryl. He eyed Daryl nervously a moment before focusing on Trix. "I'm Jorge. I'm uh the guy who hit you." The man said awkwardly. Looking at him, he seemed more like a kid than a man. Trix glared at him, moving her hand so it rested gently over one of the more achy parts of her ribs. "I just wanted to apologize. I uh actually didn't mean to hit you with the pipe. Or with my elbow. I was trying to shove you out of the way the first time, not elbow you, and then with the pipe it was more instinct than anything. I'm really sorry. Seriously, I didn't mean to bust ya up or anything." Jorge said, looking a tad fearful as the Dixons glared at him the whole time he spoke.

Trix frowned as her glare slipped off her face. It was probably the best apology she'd ever been given by anyone which was really sad seeing as the guy's apology was pretty sucky. She huffed quietly through her nose. The guy really hadn't meant to hurt her, Trix would have been able to see the lie in his eyes, so she couldn't really sum up any anger anymore. It'd be an accident. An honest to God accident. So she couldn't get mad. If she really wanted to she could but she didn't. "Yeah, whatever niño." She said, waving her hand dismissively like it was no big deal. "Not too banged up so don't go feelin' bad." She added.

Daryl squeezed his sister's arm angrily. This asshole had beat his sister with a fucking pipe and she was forgiving him. He knew it'd been an accident but fuck! It wasn't like they could go to the doctor and get her patched up! Not like they would have done that before the world fell apart but still. There wasn't exactly that many supplies left in the world. Bandages were hard as hell to come by. At least they had Merle's painkillers. He'd have to keep a close eye on her while she took them but at least then she wouldn't be in pain.

Jorge smiled at Trix and gave her a gracious look before quickly leaving with the other men. Daryl glared after him. He felt his sister relax though and she let out a quite deep sigh, tired and in pain. His jaw locked but his grip on her shoulder relaxed. Dammit. Fine. He was still pissed but Jorge had apologized and Trix had accepted it. He couldn't do anything else about it now. Still, next time someone tried to hurt his sister they were going to end up dead.

Thanks for reading! Merry Christmas everyone or Happy Holidays if you don't celebrate Christmas. Sleep well :)