I feel like this took forever to write. *Sigh* I'm trying though like hell. I shoulda planned the whole plot out in the beginning but I didn't so I'm just making shit up as I go.
I really hope you enjoy this one. I've been up all night polishing it off. Half of it I came up with drinking beer. So if the flow is a bit whack you know why lol. I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 10-Too Touchy
Find a way, a way to be
You're looking down again, just let it be
And I'd only do for you, what you'd do for me
And I only would do for you, what you'd do for me
Wastin' time, like it was free
Will you ever find, where you'll be
Don't look back just to lean on me
It's taken the life out of me
(It's not like you'd know) You've never been close enough
Closer than you've been to me (It's not what you say)
It's just in the way (You push me away)
Sully never had a problem with saying sorry. Even if it was someone else's fault he'd say sorry just to stop the conflict. He never liked the idea of feeling hurt and he didn't want anyone else to feel it. He believed it was pointless to dwell on something you couldn't change or things that were said that you can't take back.
This time though it seemed a bit more difficult then he was thinking. Yea, maybe it wasn't entirely his fault. Even after the shit the world had turned into . . . taking the innocence of a girl he didn't even love was the worst thing he could've done. To top it off his mind was spinning in chaos from the drunken haze that made him numb; he could hardly make a complete thought, much less make a long heart felt speech for her that would make everything better.
He couldn't just lay there and pass out like anyone other person would do, no he had to make this right somehow. After a few long moments of spinning thoughts and sweating bullets he pushed himself up with a bit of effort pulling his jeans back on. He resting his elbows on his knees and cradled his face in his hands.
He could faintly hear his father's words in his mind.
He closed his eyes. A young Sully sat in a broken chair opposite if his father. He starred out at the swamp land of South Carolina as the sun beat down on his face.
"Boy I got something to tell you," the older looking version of Sully said beside him in a deep tone cradling a cold beer in his hand. The guitar distortion and scattered singing of Machine Head blasted from a small radio. Sully looked at his father with questioning eyes.
"What dad?" he asked waiting for some kind of speech.
"Sully you're my boy and you're gettin' older now and I know how it is. The girl's start gettin' prettier. Some of em' you need to have respect for. You sleep with a girl that's never been with anyone and you don't love her two things are gonna' happen. . . either you turn them into whores searching desperately for someone who will love them or you're gonna' end up hitched with her and you're gonna' be unhappy."
"The hell you talkin' bout dad?"
"Shut up and listen then you can take it for whatever you want . . . You don't take a woman's innocence unless you plan on showing her she's everything and then some. Your dumb ass mah has to live with the fact I loved her and I stuck with her through everything. She left me and if she's fucked up now it's on her not me."
"Well what about the ones that ain't got that innocence?" His father grinned from underneath a camouflage hat.
"You can fuck em as much as you want. Shit you can love em but . . . make sure they love ya back before that." Sully laughed remembering everything he was told.
Sully stood bracing a hand against the wall for support. The words from his father rung loud in his ears as his stomach turned. He wanted to puke his guts out but he refused. He took one step at a time out of the room and down the walkway makeing sure his hand was touching something that would keep him from falling.
He had to make himself think as his world spun in sloppy circles. 'Where the hell is that girl's room,' he asked himself bracing his free hand against his head. He made his eyes adjust to the moon's rays that lit the dark cell block.
He stopped in front of the cell opening hoping what his gut preached was right. He crept into the darkness a bit farther never letting his hand leave the wall. "Beth," he called out as his voice cracked.
"Go away," she replied in a weak, pained voice. She sniffed hard no doubt from her runny nose, one of the many side affects of crying your eyes out.
"Please Beth let me talk to you." Sully tried to walk over to the bed before the world spun from right out under his feet. His head caught the corner of the bunk bed as he fell and he tried his best not to yell out in pain. He grabbed his head pulling his knees to his chest and let out a small whimper.
The fall had startled Beth. She jumped up grabbing a candle and lit it. She walked over to check on him seeing that he was laying in a ball being quiet. She kneeled down setting the candle aside. She gently took his arm and he didn't refuse as she helped him upright. She moved his hand and checked on the wound right in his hairline on his forehead.
He starred at her with blood shot eyes as a small trickle of blood ran down his face. "Beth I need to talk to you," he began in a weak tone. She quickly hushed him with a finger to his lips.
He watched quietly as she retrieved a small first aid kit from the side of her bunk and returned by his side with an unreadable face. She pulled out a small alcohol pad and cleansed the cut. They both remained silent as she continued the process by putting a small bandage on the wound. Sully watched her closely as she began packing all her supplies back up.
"I would've been more gentle if-" Sully began.
"If what Sully?" She questioned angrily starring at him.
"If I . . ." He rubbed a hand down his face in frustration. "Look Beth I thought I was screwing someone else." She slapped him hard and he turned his head back smiling. He let out a short chuckle wiping away the spit that she had knocked out of his mouth. "Hey you're the one who gave me the booze," he continued. "I told you eelier that if we fucked I'd hurt you." He let his gaze fall to the ground bringing his hands together in front of himself.
"Then again I've hurt just about every girl I've been with except I wasn't there first. They wanted more then I could give. I didn't love them. Maybe they wanted to keep me cuz' I got a big dick." It was meant to be a joke. He laughed and even harder when she slapped him again. He paid it no mind as his thoughts became vocal. "I haven't been with a girl I cared about in a long time. Sorry I hurt you, I didn't mean to. If I had been sober I would've been gentle or it wouldn't have happened at all. I feel like shit about this . . . I do. Your first should be special."
She said nothing as she took in ever word seeing the regret pass over his face. A long moment passed where she just studied his face and eyes seeing inside that he was a broken man. She thought she could fix him. He finally looked up to her with sober eyes. "I kinda hope you hate me," he said weakly.
"Why?"
"So I won't be able to hurt you. I don't give a shit who you are or how much you love someone they turn around and hurt without meaning it." He pushed himself up with a loud grunt and proceeded to leave. She caught his hand quickly and he leaned against the wall with his back facing her.
She let his hand go. "I think we could have something . . ." she said softly. He turned around with narrowed eyes starring at her.
"Beth . . . don't make me hurt your feelings. You're a sweet girl and I'm sorry . . . I don't . . ." He took a deep breath. "Look I gotta go to bed before I say something to hurt you." He turned and double-timed it out the door before she could stop him. He fled back to his cell quickly a lot more sober then he was at first.
He laid down on his lumpy mattress. Minutes turned to hours but no matter how much he tried to go to sleep his restless mind wouldn't allow him release from the pain in his heart.
Morning-
Cold sweat poured down Angel's tensed forehead as she jumped up with a gasp trying to escape a bad dream that seemed way too real. Her heart was almost on the verge of exploding as it pounded against her chest. Her pale blue eyes starred wide at the low lit cell around her. As the final images of the night mare played out in her head her breathing slowed into a faint heartbeat.
"She fell back on the bed letting the knife she clenched fall to the floor. It banged against the floor and she shut her eyes taking in a deep breath.
She pulled out a cigarette hiding away in a crumpled pack, she lit it plucking the ashes onto the cement floor beside her. Her eyes remained closed as the dream passed over her once more this time it was just a distant thought instead of being so real.
Sully and her stood on the edge of the world, starring down at the fire that consumed all life. Specifically two structures. It appeared to be the fiery pits of hell itself consuming the prison and tree house. Cries pierced through the black smoke that carried the smell of burning flesh and wood.
The cries circled around Angel making her heart sink in regret and loss. Tears streamed down her cheeks leaving clean imprints through the dirt and blood covering her . . . they were all dead.
Sully grabbed her shoulder and squeezed urging her to look away and at him. She turned her red eyes peering into his gray that was void of all emotion. His frown a scar from the cut the fire had sliced into him. "We're all gonna die and you're gonna be left all alone," he said casually. The hand that was comforting her started to burn. She quickly stepped away as it burned her skin. His hand started fading to ashes and blow away towards the smoke.
She tried to grab for him crying out lowly for him to come back as he quickly vanished in the smoke. She was left on the edge unable to move, every time she tried her heart would sink in endless agony. The moans of the walkers made her turn around. She glared at the undead clenching her fists tightly. Ready to kill, she paused her fists turning into weights that made her want to fall to the ground. The fire burning higher and hotter against her back.
Her knees finally buckled and she fell to the ground, recognizing corpses as they drew closer. It was everyone, their skin charred where it wasn't decaying. The group of walking corpses stopped, all except the smallest one. It moved forward on a limp leg. The rot from it floated all around Angel.
The baby blues eyes of the walker made Angel stare carelessly. Jewel's body moved closer each passing second with hunger in it's eyes. With a quick sprint she grabbed Angel's face. "You can't help anyone. We're all going to burn . . ." The corpse announced in a demonic voice.
Angel opened her eyes then putting her cigarette out on the floor. "That's bullshit," she mumbled to herself. "Just a dream one that you're gonna let the fuck go of and go on with your day." She pushed herself up and turned on the mattress facing the wall. She could see a small reflection of herself in the white paint as a small glint of the sun shined against it.
"Everyone's gonna die, even the damn dog. . . Then there's gonna to be nothing but long nights wishing you could've done something more. Days filled with endless misery with no hope of escape. Then there will be those moments you go to tell someone something and you look to them and they're not there and you'll remember ' oh that's right they're dead," her reflection said in an edgy voice. Right then it became an argument one that niether one could win. "No. You'll pray for a death that'd you'll never take with your own hands."
Angel glared back at her other half wanting to spit at it. As the words bounced around in her mind in chaos her heart turned to fragile ice. She looked deeper into her other half, she reached a point where it felt like a small rocked hit her heart and cracked it all to hell. She drew in a short shaky breath.
"No. . . no. . . That's wrong. You're wrong," she responded with an unsteady flow in her words unlike her usual tone that seemed so strong. "I might not be able to save everyone. . . but I'll drop dead before that dream has a chance to be anything more. I'm still human and one day my heart will beat it's last and I'll shed my last tear. Jewel will live so will Carl and Judith They are being raised to live here. They'll know this world better then any of us."
"You're a fool! If weren't for me you would've never made it through hell. I've sheltered you since birth! And now I'm telling you something to look for! I'm the one who kept you alive."
"People are what kept me alive! I haven't died because I haven't run out of people to fight for. Even in the beginning in that god-forsaken place, it wasn't you who kept me alive; it was hope. Not the hate, the anger, or the pain you've tried so hard to push me over the edge with. You try so hard to push me down into the darkness. . . You're not good or justice. You're the things I keep inside because I don't want anyone else to know just how fucked up I am! And I'm not losing control. Those times in the bar and that girl are the last times I'll ever let you grab the wheel. All you do is set up a nice little fall for me on the edge."
The reflection starred back at her hatefully for the rejection of release from the pain it never got to offer. It finally smiled wickedly and her heart sped up. "You'll learn . . . you will. These people are holding you back from what you really are."
"Fuck you!" she screamed punching her reflection and rolled off the bed with tears filling her eyes. She grabbed her head hearing the mocking laughing. Laughing at her for losing control of her anger. She curled up into a ball trying to reclaim her control. She slapped herself hard. "I'm going to make sure they all live." She started rocking back and forth as the laughter slowly faded away.
As she carried on with small whimpers, Daryl watched slightly hiding behind the wall catching every word she shared with her reflection. He hesitated as he heard her cries. Finally he made it known he was there. He walked over to her as she lay on the floor rocking. He gently placed a hand on her side. She swiped up the knife and pointed it at him with red tear filled eyes. "What?" she asked lowly and angrily.
He was speechless at first. He'd never really seen her like this. He'd never heard her talking to herself or acting like she was completely insane. Well then again the few that had usually didn't live to think about it too long. "Are you ok?" he finally asked not removing his hand.
She glared at him not daring to move and he did the same. After a few long moments of painful silence and starring into each other only to find nothing but hurt Angel threw the knife onto the floor. She grabbed a handful of her hair tugging lightly trying to make sense of reality as the darkness clouded her vision.
"I'm fine," she mumbled a bit embarrassed. "But we're going to do something today . . . or at least me."
"And what's that?" He pulled his hand away slowly starring down at her. She finally looked back up to him with a straight face wiping away any tears that lingered in her eyes.
"For one we need a plan . . . I haven't went all military in a while but that type of planning and form keeps you alive . . . I ain't asking to be put in charge but if I'm going to fight I'm going into battle with a plan . . . Lay off the booze for a bit too."
"Maybe that's a god thing," he remarked with a small smirk.
"Shut up! I'm being serious right now! This isn't something to play with." He let his smile fade and grabbed her face making her look him in the eyes.
"I know what's bothering you. . . I'm not going to leave you. We're going to win this and if you want to leave after that you can and just maybe you'll tell me so I can go with you. I'll give you whatever you want." She starred at him her eyes turning a pale blue.
"You know what I want Dixon? What I really want?"
"What Angel?"
"I wanna go back to doing my job. I wanna go back to not knowing the man who I thought saved me and made me strong enough to live on my own was a lieing bastard who cared for no one but himself. I wanna go back to thinking I was helping and protecting people from evil men." She teared up a little trying her hardest to seem like it didn't bother her. He gently grabbed her cheek in his palm trying to comfort her. "I at least want to forget that if I hadn't shot Sunny he'd be here now."
She pushed his hand away sniffing hard. She clasped her face in her hand trying to muffle her whimpers and tears from him. "Can you give me that Daryl?" she asked in a shaky voice trying so hard to still seem strong.
He felt absolutely defeated in the moment looking down at her. He thought back to the first time he saw her in the woods. She was screaming and crying so mad at the world for taking away what she loved. She'd just had to kill her best friend, then she was pretty sure Jewel was dead, all hope was lost to her. All the pain she had felt, all the fear.
Then there was that night back on the farm where she had everyone laughing and smiling, him being one of those people. He remembered in detail when they danced together, he had grabbed her and pulled her close as he confessed for the first time that he loved her. He whispered it to her and she smiled seeming as happy as she could be. She didn't remember that though, and she didn't know just how happy she could make him. He had nothing to offer her back though especially after breaking her trust with Jewel. If he recalled right he only brought her more pain. And now here she was drowning in fear and hurt and there was nothing he could do to pull her out.
"No," he admitted in a low voice having trouble looking at her. "I can't change any of that . . . I wanna show you something though." He stood offering his hand to help her up. "Come on." She took a moment to let her tears dissolve and grab her knife before she uncovered her face. She took his hand and pulled herself up letting her face show no sign of how fucked up she felt at the moment.
"Lead the way," she said numbly starring off to the side. He drew his hand back and bit his thumb turning and walking out the cell. He quickly led the way out of the cell block trying to get out before anyone had the chance to see them leave. He knew that was the last thing Angel needed, a bunch of questions from nosey people.
He quickly took her to the showers. She stopped as he walked in. She leaned against the doorway crossing her arms and starring at him. "What did you want to show me?" she asked softly. He said nothing looking back at her, he turned with his back to her and snatched his shirt off.
She muffled a gasp with her hand. His back scattered with scars and beat marks. She couldn't believe she had never noticed them before. Daryl lowered his head waiting for her to judge him. A silence passed in those long drug-out moments.
"I guess no matter what pain you feel there's a scar for it," she said lowly. She was closer to him now and the sound of her voice made him grit his teeth. She was so close to something so vulnerable. He flinched when one of her fingers trailed down his back and over a few scars.
It felt as if they were on fire as she traced over them lightly. His heart pounded in his chest and he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't like her touching his scars. They weren't like her marks showing braveness or complete stupidity, trying to save a life or being too careless with her own. No his meant fear and a broken home. He felt like she could feel all of it under them just by touching him.
He open his eyes in relief when her fingers left his skin. She walked in front of him and pulled her shirt off only leaving a bra. She starred up into his blue eyes with her pale ones. "You know it makes you stronger," she said confidently. "It doesn't make you weak." She let no emotion cross her face. "You are strong. I know that . . . everyone does."
"What does hat have to do with anything?" he mumbled having a hard time looking down at her.
"I really don't know . . . I don't know what you want to hear from me." She sounded a bit harsher then she meant to but it made him stare down at her not breaking eye contact.
"I don't want you to say anything. I do want you to stop crying and worrying about this shit. I want you to let go of your past because there's nothing you can do about it; proof is in the scars. . . I want you to be able to smile and laugh like you use to." Angel starred at him a long time trying to let every word sink in before she said anything.
"Carpe Diem huh?" He raised and eyebrow and she smirked.
"What the fuck is that?" he asked almost sounding angry.
"Latin. Fancy way of saying 'seize the day'."
"You know you could've just said that."
"Eng . . . I wanted to sound smart for once." He smirked picking his shirt back up and slipped it on. He started to walk out but she caught his arm and he froze. "You know what I want?" He turned and looked down at her with a soft face.
"What?"
"For everyone to walk out alive," she said and her voice cracked.
"We're going to talk to Rick about that planning." She smiled lightly grabbing the back of his head and pulled his face close enough to peck his lips with her own. That was a tease to him. He wanted more then just little sweet kisses, he wanted tongue, he wanted to taste her, hold her, feel her body close against his own and now maybe in the moment he could. 'Seize the day,' she had said.
She started to pull away but he grabbed her waist firmly bringing her in close. She looked at him questionably. He reached down biting her neck lightly and she froze taking in a deep breath as her legs started to shake. "You know what I want most of all?" he growled lowly in her ear. His hot breath poured onto her neck and she shivered trying her best not to drown in the moment. She swallowed down a lump that had developed in her throat.
"What?" she whispered softly. He pulled his face away cradling her chin in his hand. He looked deep into her searching for something he hadn't seen in a long time. When he was sure it was there he brought her face in close.
"I . . . I want you Angel. I want you to be mine . . . I wanna be able to take care of you. But you don't want that do you?"
"You're right I don't because all I'll do is get you hurt if you run after me trying to protect me. You know I run and never ask questions . . . I want you too but I don't want you to do all that for me."
"Why are you so scared of letting someone love you and be there for you? I mean you're so fucking reckless with your own life why would you care about anyone else's?"
"You don't know?" She glared at him and pulled away putting distance between them. "I've told you time and time again!"
"No I really fucking don't! I'm not close to a lot of people but you wiggled your way in . . . You drive me crazy! And you try so hard to push me out!"
"Everyone I have loved and stayed close to has died! Why do you think I pushed Sully away? I love him but I want him to hate me so he'll stop trying to be there for me! Don't you get that? You do the same thing! Why do you do it?"
"Because . . . I'm more scared of people hurting me . . . you've done it . . . a lot." He turned away but she grabbed his shoulder. He yanked it away quickly getting ready to leave. "Don't touch me. Ok?" Her eyes shifted red as she starred at his back.
"Don't do that," she begged trying not to feel hurt or mad. He stopped looking over his shoulder.
"You know what Angel? I'm sick and tired of kissing your ass."
"I never asked you to. I never asked you to come save me in the woods when I was ready to end all the hurt! I didn't tell you to be so damn cute walking around with your crossbow and blood all over you." He turned his head back forward smirking lightly at the last comment. He made himself remember he was suppose to be mad at her. "I knew I was in trouble when you made fun of the way I talked and it bothered me. I knew I was fucked when I found out you were hurt and all I wanted to do was drink until I fell out." He couldn't think of anything to say after her last words. He turned around his glare was dead and so was any anger.
"What the hell do you even like about me?" she proclaimed frantically. "I'm fucking crazy, my body looks like an old carving board somebody decided to use for target practice. What do you see that I don't? I think I'm a piece of shit."
"I . . . I really don't know. I guess I saw something in you I've never seen in anyone else," he said lowly.
"What did you see?"
"Fight . . . someone who won't give up but you live by your own code . . . I don't think you woulda pulled the trigger that day in the woods if I hadn't come along. You keep fighting and it's not even for yourself it's for other people."
"Do you love me?" The question caught him off guard. He never expected her to ask that.
"Yea . . . I do love you."
"Prove it," she said with a serious face. She was going to add 'by letting me go.' But he walked over and pulled her close, starring down at her with loving, hungry eyes.
"You can't tell me to stop because this time I won't," he said lowly.
"What are you doing?" He smirked before unclasping her bra and let it fall to the floor. The chill against her bar skin made her shiver. He quickly pulled his shirt off and pressed his chest against her sharing his warmth. He grabbed her butt in his hands.
He claimed her mouth with his own. At first he pecked and bit her lips sucking and teasing. She returned the treatment falling in the moment. Even though it seemed rough it was gentle and passionate, loving even. She wrapped her arms around his neck moaning lightly.
She almost pushed away in the chance to stop it, but it felt so right. Being so close to him made her forget . . . the deaths, the loss, the fear, and everything else. The only thing that mattered was getting closer to him. Their bare chests pressed together, their skin hot and sensitive to the slightest touch. Finally she opened her eyes and pulled her head away. "We don't have time for this," she said looking away. He starred at her with sad eyes trying his best to glare.
Someone cleared their throat nearby. Angel pulled back closer to Daryl to hide her bare chest and he complied by wrapping her arms around her back hiding her from whoever was watching. Michonne stood in the doorway with a smug smile on her face. She had always known or at least suspected there was something between them and she was happy to see it was true as the proof stood in front of her.
"What is it?" Angel asked lowly.
"Rick wanted to talk to you but he couldn't find you so I volunteered to find you," she answered crossing her arms. Daryl refused to look at Michonne out of embarrassment.
"Both of us?" he asked in a mumble.
"Yea." On that note she left giving them their privacy. In all honesty it was none of her business and she knew it. She knew she did them a favor by coming and finding them instead of anyone else. She wasn't going to say anything to anyone, now what they thought was up to them.
Angel pushed away from Daryl and snatched her bra up quickly. "Damn," she cursed under her breath putting it back on.
Daryl picked his shirt back up throwing it on quickly. "I don't give a shit who knows," he mumbled and she barely caught it. She decided it was best to say nothing. She put her shirt back on.
"Love you Daryl . . . even if it's bad for both of us," she said softly turning around. He didn't return it, he wouldn't even look at her. He left quickly like Michonne did trying to put some space between them. She followed behind without a word spoken.
She took her time making it back to the cell block. He had left the door open for her. As she walked in stares and unspoken accusations met her. Among those stares was Sully's. She looked up at him with an emotionless face. He narrowed his eyes in disgust and turned away walking the rest of the way up the stairs.
She felt hurt looking back down at the ground. There was only one way to cope with it at the moment . . . anger. When it hit it was full force and she wanted to kill. She slammed the door shut behind her looking at everyone. They looked at her like she was a child who had done something wrong. "What the fuck are you looking at?" she yelled angrily gripping her knife until her knuckles turned white.
They all turned away and found something to do quickly . . . well all besides Merle. He wore a grin that was too happy and his mouth hurt from holding in all the things he wanted to say. She sent him a nice little hateful glare. Then she noticed Rick at the top of the stairs, she remembered he had wanted to talk to her. There was a problem that stood in the way though . . . one smart ass redneck. She wasn't in the mood for his shit.
She took a deep breath trying to calm down as she let her knife go. She started up the stairs quickly trying her best to pretend Merle wasn't even there. "So beautiful you bumping uglies with my little brother?" he asked smugly. And there it was.
"It ain't none of your fucking business," she mumbled passing him.
"Every body needs at least one of you these days." She froze spinning around on her heel starring daggers into him.
"The fuck that suppose to mean?" she hissed.
"I mean a whore." And that did it. She lost it in one of those 'Oh hell to the no!' moments. Everything else faded out of reality besides her rage and him. There was only one way to solve it. Without any warning she lunged at him bringing an arm behind his back turning him into her puppet. She pulled it almost to the back of his head and smiled as it made a sickening popping sound. She pushed him against the rails and he cried out. She made him bend over as she debated throwing him over or cutting his throat.
"Now! What the fuck did you just catch yourself calling me?" she yelled. Before she knew it Daryl had his arm wrapped around her throat, she hadn't even heard his warnings. It just added more fuel to the fire burning in her. She released Merle's arm and grabbed Daryl's free one before throwing him over her shoulder. He cried out as his back banged against the hard metal steps.
She turned back just to catch Merle's fist with her nose. She stumbled back into the rail a bit as her nose started bleeding. She drew back and sent a fist into his windpipe and he collapsed gasping for a breath of air. She was ready to beat him until there wasn't an inch left of skin that wasn't covered by blood or a bruise.
Sully stopped her though by latching his fists around her wrists. "Calm down Angel!" he yelled with pleading eyes. She froze and looked around seeing the damage she had already done. Both the Dixon brothers were laid out, Merle was worse off though.
Angel snatched her hands away from Sully and he sent her a warning looked as he passed her making his way to Daryl after seeing he could do nothing for Merle. He grabbed Daryl's hand trying to help him up. "Get the fuck off me!" Daryl yelled sitting up and shoved Sully. He barely caught himself from falling down the stairs.
Sully lunged at Daryl throwing a punch to his face. "Ungrateful bitch!" he yelled as Daryl jumped up tripping over his feet sending them both down the stairs. He sent Sully a few punches as they reached the bottom and he sent just as many back to Daryl. Everyone watched not making any attempt to get caught in the middle. Angel was laughing lowly until Merle jumped up and tried going down to help his brother.
Angel caught his shoulder and he spun around. That's when he grabbed her shoulder and waist and threw her over the rails. She couldn't say what hurt the most; the rails catching her ribs, bouncing of the cement floor, or getting the wind knocked out of her. As she hit the floor complete silence followed. Rick, Sully, and Daryl huddled around her as she rocked trying to catch her breath and ease the pain.
"Angel are you ok?" Rick asked kneeling down beside her and lightly patted her face.
"I'm ok . . . that . . . fucker better . . . run," she wheezed.
"No!" Rick stated loudly. He stood looking at Sully and Daryl. "No more fighting! That means you too Merle! Any more bullshit and I'm throwing everyone of you in a cell!" No one said anything.
(Perfect time to pull up -Godsmack_Touche- for that chill ending lol)
Sully pushed passed Rick bending down and picked Angel up wrapping her tightly in his arms. He stood catching the dirty look Daryl sent him. "You better shut the fuck up boy," Sully warned. "Or I'll knock those crooked teeth down your god damn throat. This is your fault in the first place." He turned looking up at Merle who wore a satisfied grin. "And you mother fucker! You got one more damn time to even look at Angel wrong and you'll be going by Marie!"
Daryl was about to go after Sully for at least one more hit before Rick stuck out his arm. He froze but continued to send Sully a shit eating look. Sully took Angel back to her cell and laid her down in her bed.
"You ok?" he asked taking the unoccupied bunk across from her.
"Yea I'm alright," she answered spreading out on the bed. "You know I didn't need your help."
"Oh what! You're gonna bitch at me for stopping a fight? I couldn't help that son of a bitch turned it into another fight! I was trying to help him up for fucks sake." He shook his head glaring at her. "You know what?" He shoved himself off the bed. "I'm tired of your shit Angel! What the fuck you think? This world doesn't revolve around you!" He laughed mockingly.
"Go fuck yourself Sully!" She yelled pushing herself off the bed.
"You know what I think I will! Right fucking now! Anything for her highness! Angel is fucking dead all that's left is this bitch!" He threw his hand out at her before stomping out and leaving her alone with her hate and anger. She fell back on the bed feeling empty as her mind raced. She made up her mind then that it was time . . .
Dusk-
Angel walked up the stairs slowly as dusk consumed the block. She slipped by everyone who had gathered around a small fire eating dinner. Rick would be where he usually was.
She continued up the stairs. Rick stood by Judith's crib looking down at his daughter lovingly. Mutt laid beside them keeping guard like he always did anymore. Two bowels had been set out for him for food and water considering he never left the spot anymore. Angel missed him but maybe it was best for the child to have a guardian.
"Hey Rick," Angel greeted leaning against the rail across from him.
"You calm now?" he questioned with a small smirk. She laughed lightly.
"Yea I'm good now. Merle just tapped danced on the wrong nerve."
"Well he does that to everyone . . . gotta ignore it."
"I try just ain't got as much patience as everyone else . . . I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Yea . . . what is it?"
"I wanna leave for a few days . . . I have a good reason."
"Where you going?"
"The base. Gotta check up on my friend." She smirked and he gave her a knowing look.
"Do you think there's a cure?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"I don't know but even if there isn't . . . there's weapons, military equipment, and a lot more. I think it's worth going."
"You planning on going alone?"
"Yea. You ain't got a lot of men to spare."
"Yea . . . I do . . . Take Sully with you." Angel narrowed her eyes at him.
"No," she stated as a fact.
"If you wanna leave you're taking him with you. I think you're the only one who can handle him. Today he was gonna kill Daryl I saw him reach for his knife and I was about to shoot him. . . but as soon as he heard you scream he came running to you. Besides it'd be good to separate them and you and Merle for a while." Angel paused for a long moment thinking hard and mediating on every word.
"Alright. I guess we're leaving tomorrow in the morning."
Beth's usual afternoon singing penetrated the air but this time her voice wasn't alone, Sully's voice rang out loud and almost hypnotic; sounding like the singer from Godsmack.
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And yes I do imagine Sully's singing like the singer from Godsmack.