This takes place after all the towns folk in Woodbury abandon the town for the prison, its my personal take on how the Governor (or Philip) could have done things. Which includes taking out his aggression of Merle on Daryl, making Daryl pay for Merles crimes so to speak. I am just a sadistic SOB that wanted to make some Daryl torture. Along with Carl, Rick, Hershel, Maggie...Glenn. The entire cast basically. And no in this version Carol is not gone, she is still here.
WARNING: BLOOD, GORE, VIOLENCE, TORTURE, CHILD TORTURE, CHILD VIOLENCE, RAPE, PROFANITY, RACIAL SLURS, RACIAL STEREO TYPING. SEVERE TRAUMA TORTURE. NOTHING IS SAFE NOTHING IS SACRED. Don't like it, please don't read. I am not responsible for your eyes.
Chapter 1
It's been days since anyone has heard about the Governor or his whereabouts, It's been lackluster for sure. Michonne has been the only one to show any real interest. She continues her scouts for the eye patched leader of former Woodbury. She leaves for days on end, one time she was gone for over two weeks still coming back empty handed. The former Woodbury residence seemed to have adapted pretty well to life at the prison. Daryl wasn't used to all the attention, a lot of the people seemed scared of him, but really they are good people. None of them really knew the extent of the Governor's influence and lies, so many of them were not to blame for his falsities.
Things were calm for the most part, after all the death and the disease they had to endure over the last week to a month, it was hard to keep track of any good that was going on. All the kids were safe, Rick was back to work getting the farm and things back together.
Daryl thought it might be a good idea to help Carl lighten up a bit, so he decided to ask him to go practice shooting. Even though Daryl wasn't the greatest at shooting, hell he wasn't even that great with kids. But after Lori's death Carl was becoming more confident with Daryl which made Daryl sort of a surrogate uncle to him. He had hoped that Rick had seen Daryl the same way, he didn't want it to be weird that he was hanging out with Carl. But the fact that Daryl got the okay to take Carl shows the faith that Rick had in him which Daryl would never admit to but it gave him a good feeling. Soon enough he had Carl on a motorcycle taking him to a place where it would probably take walkers many nights of shooting to get too. Or even take a few hours.
Darly drove for a couple of hours, most walkers were obsessed with the prison for the moment, so a couple hours out was a good place to be. Rick did say that if it came down to it, and something where to come up to get Carl to safety first. That was to be Daryl's top priority not anything else. Get. Carl. Safe. Was emphasized to Daryl like a cult chant, Daryl had been slightly annoyed with it. He wasn't gonna let that ruin his time with Carl; he wanted the boy to feel more secure, better then when he lost his mother. Sympathy, he wanted him to know that people can still be sympathetic. Daryl pulled up to a little clearing where he was sure it was going to take a while for walkers to trudge to.
He kicked the stand for his cycle down and got off, he motioned for Carl to do the same. He then looked around out of habit to see if there was anything around. Whole doing so, he pulled out some cans of food, Carl looked wide eyed slightly.
"Daryl I don't think we are supposed to use full cans of food." He stumbled a little at the end nervous. The kid was getting colder, but he was still a kid getting nervous about taking things and doing things he wasn't supposed too.
Daryl chuckled; "No worries kid-" Carol cut him off.
"I'm not a kid." Carol begrudgingly spat.
"Alright MAN," he put more sarcasm on the man with a little laugh, Carl seeming ill amused ". Keep your panties on, Its expired and rotted. Figured you would appreciate the realist smell of shootin them fuckers." Daryl tossed the can of dog food to Carl, setting up rotting and food they couldn't use, all lined up, a nine mil in Carols hand ready to shoot at anything. The kids seemed antsy.
"It's alright, just focus on trying to aim for the cans." Daryl was leaning back on his cycle, relaxing watching Carl carefully. He smiled as the kid shot and missed a just barely an inch away from the cans. Carl frustrated shot again knocking a can down, then pulling the trigger again, Daryl getting a small kick out of the kids tenacity. He stood up from the cycle and was behind Carol.
"Ya know kid if you need to talk, ya know 'bout your mom. I wouldn't mind listening." Daryl expressed, then slightly adjusting his boots on the ground. He was definitely not good with kids. He sighed as Carl quit shooting.
"I already said, I miss her." Carl sighed a stressful exhale, Daryl was surprised that he was still able to get the younger to talk to him. Daryl wasn't exactly sure how to proceed with the conversation, he knew what it feels like. He told Carl about his mother to be relatable. Daryl sighed a little then spoke.
"It's hard, losing people you care about." He sniffled a little, thinking back to Merle, having to shoot him. He breathed in through his teeth and breathed out he bounced his hand against the handle of his bike. " You never forget that kinda thing, the ones you have to kill over again." Daryl sniffled a little again. Carl turns around with a questioning look and then looks at him sadly.
"Daryl, are you referring to Merle?"
Daryl's heart boomed at the mention, it was one thing for him to think about it. But now that someone else has said it. His whole strong headed will broke. He tried not to cry; he could just hear Merle now. 'What little princess gonna cry, gonna whine to mommy, or piss yourself like a little bitch.' Daryl smirked at the thought of hearing his older brother harping him about his sensitivities. Daryl realized he hadn't responded yet looking up quickly he was shaking a little, he tried to push all his feelings down drawing back tears to keep himself from looking like the pussy his brother always called him.
"Yea," He let out a large sigh. " It's not something you will forget, and it's gonna be hard from now on." He gets closer to Carl putting his hand on his shoulder more for reassurance, he then gives a small smile. " I'll always be here for you and your dad, I'm here for you guys, cause I believe in you guys." He smiles happily.
"Well isn't that just fucking touching." Daryl froze, that voice. He turned and looked around to see where the hell it was coming from. He growled then quickly grabbed Carl and put him on the bike, too late up the path came a truck a heavily armored one. Daryl shot air from his teeth in a tch sound, he turned around to see the Governor, then several men surrounded Carl and him. " Look what we got here men." Suddenly Carl yelped and Daryl turned to see one of the slimy men grappling Carl around the chest. Suddenly his breathing became labored, his chest beating heavy. "Now look at the little savage, your brother had more manners to pay attention to his aggressor."
Turning around quickly he went to punch, "YOU SOMABITCH-" He got clocked by a goon. He had hoped it was the prick himself. It was a sucker punch, the person it came from was a darker skin man. "Nice fucking general you got there, do you pay him less too?" Daryl snarled.
"You fucking white trash!" He pulled the gun up ready to shoot Daryl between the eye, Daryl jolted leaning back on his elbows now looking up. The Governor came over and pressed down on the gun's top with his hand.
"We didn't come here to kill him. Just yet." The Governor was smiling that pleasant but damnable smile. The one that sent chills up your spin.
Launching at The Governor, he went straight for the throat knife in hand, he had grabbed it out of his boot. When he was so close to his throat he was suddenly jerked back, a latch onto his vest collar. Two other men behind him grabbed at him and pulled him back, he pulled harder, then brought down the knife into one's leg. The man was white in fatigues and yelled out screaming you son of a bitch loudly. Daryl's attention then turned to the other as he grabbed the next knife from his back. It was the wrong move. The other guy dressed more casually was black and grabbed his arm before he could take it out. But the other arm was free and he went for a bony elbow right to the septum. It didn't connect. Martinez had grabbed his wrist, he growled, he moved his head back thrusting forward with force for a headbutt. He wasn't able to make it connect, the man behind him was still holding his collar. He thrashed trying to make something connect anything, he lashed out with his legs.
"Fucking Christ Governor, did we catch an animal?" Martinez dodges Daryl's thrashing leg. "Fucking crack-whores bastard." he spat as the one behind Daryl kicked out his legs. Then brought him down slowly. The man with the knife in his leg was receiving medical, at least what they could. Daryl thrashed out. Carl behind him tried to fight too, watching Daryl was giving him courage. But then a loud bang rang out. The Governor had shot the man holding Carl, Daryl stood still looking at Carl who was suddenly catatonic. The bullet grazed Carl's ear. It was bleeding not bad, but it made Daryl Fight harder. He snarled, growled and fought just as hard. The man that fell to the ground was groaning. The Governor sighed and then went over and kicked Daryl in the face Martinez and the other man moved out of the way, the Governor kicked hard enough sending Daryl to the ground again. This time the men around him turned him over one on his back the other taking every weapon Daryl had on him.
"You know Dixon, even stupid animals know when a gunshot rings you don't keep fighting. But you." he travels around the two men frisking Daryl. He felt uncomfortable as Martinez got closer to his taint and around his balls.
"Don't go grabbing my balls you faggot!" Daryl spat at Martinez.
Martinez sighed, taking the several knives that had been hidden all over the hick trashes body. 3 knives, and a screwdriver. Not including the one stuck in the other man's leg. Daryl tried to keep lunging at The Governor.
"I'm gonna have fun training this little beast. At the least I hope I won't have to put you down like your brother." The Governor laughed. Daryl grunted hard. Zip ties where attached to his wrist, and his ankles. His hair was pulled back and something was then put around his neck, he growled around and pulled at the hand pulling at his hair. Suddenly the weight was lifted off him and he was struggling against the restraints. He hated being bound, restrained, restricted, all of them meant the same thing. Loss of freedom. Suddenly a new feeling came to Daryl, he roared in pain and the sensation got intense. He couldn't stop it.
He felt the sensation stop, and looking up at the Governor, he had a remote in his hand, it was small and looked like a radio. Daryl looked raddled. "The fuck'in hell was that?!" He breathed heavily.
"Oh this?" he waved the remote around laughing a little. " This thing goes to your new accessory around your neck. Shock collars. Lovely little things, knew someone who kept one on his dogs. When I found it rummaging through a warehouse. I had wondered if it would be effective on humans. And who knew that the best thing to try it on was the faral one." The Governor laughed maliciously.
" M'gonna fucking kill ya." Daryl whispered.
"What was that?" He smashed his thumb down on the remote, Daryl started convulsing, he felt his muscles jolt, and jerk uncontrollably, he wanted it to stop. But he wasn't going to beg. He had, had a taser used on him before, but this was much lighter, still hurt like a bitch though. He couldn't control any part of his body, the collar was around his neck, but the lower bits were not as bad. His jaw was clenched together, his spin felt like it was bending backwards. He couldn't stop himself from screaming. The Governor let go and he could rest a minute, his convulsing had turned him around to face Carl who was still catatonic another guy had already been holding onto the kid. Carl looked scared more so then he had in a long time, not since they left Hershel's farm. He tried to say he was sorry, but before he could a boot came crashing into his face.
The Governor tread over to Carl, getting a good look at him. Carl was Ricks son and he knew that, he knew that this victory was deserved, he was going to make Rick, all of them suffer. Darly had blood coming down his face, grass and dirt all over him. The kick had caused a gash on his forehead. When he turned back over, he saw The Governor close to Carl, he was petting his face and caressing his chin. Daryl felt violent, he wanted to get up and beat the shit out of the damn pedo. He grumbled.
"Careful not to make those cries of yours too high, that collar is set for voice activation too. Which means you scream too high you'll get a nasty shock." He never looked away from Carl, the boys features were discernibly like ricks, except for the eyes, there was a fire in them. That was from his dead, the green color was not from him though, the color had to be from his mother. "You're a handsome little guy aren't." he grinned that damned smile again.
Carl brushed him off and moved away, he didn't want to be touched not by this person, he was uncomfortable. He couldn't help himself, the guy just gave him a bad feeling. He pushed away more. But this guy seemed unhappy with that reaction. He slapped Carl across the face, Daryl's voice rang out and suddenly it choked. The men all around him started laughing watching Daryl wraith on the ground as his convulsions seemed to be worse this time. The Governor was that much more pleased by the display as well seeing as he had turned around to watch the spectacle. Martinez was closest to Daryl, he winced and put his hand over his nose.
"I think the hick pissed himself. Smells like it. Can't tell with all the crap smell coming from the damn animal." Martinez laughed, the rest laughed as well even The Governor did too. Carl was scared, Daryl was being tortured in front of him, he was in pain and being caused pain and Carl couldn't do anything. Carl got angry. He tried thrashing around like Daryl kicking, punching, pounding, elbow. Anything to help Daryl. The Governor sighed and turned to the boy.
"Look what you've done Daryl the boys feral too." Governor laughed. Daryl was squirming the burst didn't last long, but it sure hurt like hell.
Daryl got a little smug. "At least the kids got more guts than you. Ready to get his hands dirty." Governor got a little chuckle outta that.
" You got me there hick." He smiled more. Then he waved his arm. " Lets take our trophies home boys!" Suddenly arms linked under Daryl's, he struggled still trying not to yell or scream. The men dragged him to the military truck. Along with Carl who was also still kicking and screaming.
The Governor had turned around motioning a come to them, it was one that had been in the truck previously, he brought out two dummies. He sat them on the bike that was Daryl's, a big one and a smaller one leaving a note for the others to find. The governor chuckled, then he started laughing, his voice got louder and louder. He finally got a win. He finally is going to make Merle and the others pay.