If you all know where this is heading, we get to meet my favorite guy ever! It took me a while when planning out the season 3 while writing 'O'Death' on how to work this out, but I think I got it going good! The film group I'm in caused me a breakdown this week. We had to submit a 3 minute film and they submitted a mother fucking 10 minute film without any of the scenes i edited. Losing my God. Damn. Mind. Enjoy!
Angela was kneeling in the dirt, yanking and pulling at the grass and weeds. Everyone was busy with something today. Daryl, Oscar, and Carl were clearing the lower levels, and she saw Glenn, Maggie, and Kaylee leave for their run.
Her hands were brown with dirt and her fingernails were filled with soil. Angela didn't mind, getting dirty wasn't her main concern ever. As a child, always playing in dirt and getting greasy working on cars with her dad. She remembered how her mom had little gardens pots on her deck with strawberries and even a lemon tree. Used to make fresh lemonade every Summer when Angela visited.
With a sigh, Angela wiped her wrist against her forehead to wipe the sweat away. She leaned back, sitting on her legs as she gave her back a break. "Only about ⅖ more to go." Angela muttered, standing and look at the outline she made of the garden, about 17x30. "...Maybe more than that fraction. Not a mathematician." She told herself, she picked up a shovel to just dig the damn grass and weed out.
Pausing in her digging, she turned toward the prison seeing Hershel making his was down the hill. Concerned, she dropped the shovel and met him halfway. "Everything alright?"
"Nothing bad, just wanted to check in on you." He assured, peeking over her shoulder to see her attempt at starting the garden. "Working out alright out here?"
She turned, giving a chuckle and wiping her brow. "I don't think so, I may have measured wrong and possibly messed up by just digging the damn crap out."
Hershel grinned, "Use a hoe instead, won't ruin the soil and will get what you need out of the way." She nodded at him, turned to pick the shovel up. "Rick's still down there." Angela turned, shovel in hand. "Waiting for a phone call."
Angela frowned, "What?" she approached him. "As in, real phone call?"
He nodded, "A woman, told Rick they had a group and a safe place." he explained.
"Did the phone actually work?"
"No, it was dead. But, he thinks people are calling from it." Hershel tilted his head as her as she wiped more sweat from her face, smearing some dirt on her cheeks. "He said not to tell the others, but I felt you should know. You seem to know how the brain works-"
Angela rose her hand up, stopping him. "I'm not brain scanner or anything, I-I-" She sighed, combing her fingers through her hair, looking off chewing her lip. "I never heard of such a thing. I know losing a loved one is hard, especially a wife or husband."
"I lost my wife, and my second wife." Hershel told, Angela nodded in understanding. "The loss of them both were hard for me to deal with. I've been in a dark place like Rick has, but his mind is in another place."
"Should I check in on him? I won't tell him you told me." She suggested, hand on her hip.
"No, I offered to sit with him but he wanted to be alone."
"He might need to deal with it on his own time, we can't force him to get over it within a day." Her eyes went toward the graves, "After all…"
Hershel glanced over, then back to her. "T-Dog saved your life, that's what he wanted. Carol, we'll never know what happened"
Angela looked to him, "Daryl is handling it his own way, just like I am." she told.
"Is that really why your out here, on your own, pulling weeds?" He asked, ducking his head at her in a knowingly look.
Angela sighed, looking down as she shifted her footing. "I don't know why I'm out here, honestly. Could be in attempt to distract myself, have some time by myself, give the others some time." She shrugged.
"How's Kaylee handling it?" He asked.
"I think she feels guilty, she told me what happened in detail and I-" Angela sighed once more, shaking her head. "She's eighteen years old, she should be fawning over boys and going to the mall. Not, doing C-Sections and watching people die."
"I think the same thing with Beth." He told her, nodding. "I think the baby is helping her, she's enjoying every bit of it."
Angela smiled, looking toward the road. "Should I have let Kaylee out on the run? It was my suggestion."
"Getting out of the prison might do some good." Hershel approved, he sighed as Angela turned back to him. "Could also keep an eye on those two." He joked, meaning his daughter and Glenn.
Kaylee sat in the back as Glenn drove the Chevy with Maggie up front. Maggie was looking over the map as Kaylee kept her eyes out the window for any stores.
"I see a little discount store down there." She told, leaning forward between the two.
"Worth a shot." Glenn told, as he turned in to park in front of the Southern Discount.
Maggie and Glenn climbed out, as Glenn got the door for Kaylee. She slipped out, careful with her steps, her leg with how it healed over time kept her limp with her.
"Clear outside." Maggie told, coming around the car.
"Looks like this place was untouched." Kaylee told, hands on her hips as she eyed the building up.
"Let's take a look." Glenn told, as Maggie approached him. The two shared a kiss, as Kaylee smiled at them squinting into the sun.
"It's a beautiful day." Maggie mumbled, smiling at Glenn then to Kaylee. The teen smiled back, going to the car to get the bolt cutters.
She handed them to Glenn, he approached the door and cut the chains off, giving them full access to the store. Once he opened the door, the three ducked when birds came flying out, spooking the trio. Kaylee chuckled, watching them fly out, it certainly gave them the assurance no walkers were inside. Glenn held his flashlight up as he peeked inside, taking careful steps to enter first. Maggie and Kaylee stood by the door, she smiled spotting something on the floor.
"Glenn, get that duck." She told, he turned around confused.
"What?"
Kaylee pointed, as Maggie shined her down flashlight on the little thing. "The duck, right there."
Glenn laughed at the girls. "Are you serious?" He questioned, bending down to pick it up.
"Yeah. A kid growing up in a prison could use some toys." She told, smiling at him.
Kaylee walked over, her one leg bending fine as the other stiff and straight made her walk become limping. Maggie watched her, she hadn't never gone on any runs because of her leg, but they felt she would be okay this time around.
"Is it safe to enter?" She asked him.
"Yeah. Just watch your step, Kay." Glenn warned as she entered with him. Maggie kept watch, gun in her other hand as the two searched around.
Kay maneuvered around things, slower pace than Glenn who plucked needed items off the shelf quickly. He got a shopping basket and filled it with baby formula cans. Glenn grinned to Kaylee, handing her an empty basket and pointed across the room.
"Check for food or batteries. Need to keep our flashlights at full power." He explained.
She nodded and made her way across, beaming to see a shelf stocked of just what they needed. She cleared the shelf, having everything fall into the basket and her eye spotted something on the floor. Kaylee's fingers skimmed the box, plastic and dirty, but when she opened the lid a sweet sound of the music box playing a lullaby. She smiled down, her thumb wiping the grime and dust off, and closing the lid. It was a small cheap wooden one, looking at the lid, she thought of carving a name into it for the bouncing baby girl.
"We just hit the powdered jackpot."Glenn and Kaylee emerged, grinning ear to ear with their full baskets.
"Oh, thank God." Maggie smiled, seeing the one basket full of big formula cans.
Glenn put the one basket down and dug through the other as Kaylee held her basket holding the same items. "We also got beans, batteries, cocktail wieners, many mustards. It's a straight shot back to the prison from here. Probably make it in time for dinner."
Maggie picked up the other basket as Glenn started filling the car. "Maggie, think the baby will like this?" Kaylee opened the lid showing it to her, but the music didn't play. Kaylee frowned, closing and opening it again, but nothing. "It worked earlier."
She smiled, patting her back. "It's cute, we'll get it fixed back at the prison. Have Angela take a look at it."
"I was thinking of carving the baby's name into it, soft music to listen to in case she can't sleep." Kaylee offered, closing the lid. She limped to Glenn, as he took the heavy basket from her to ease her weight.
"I like the quiet, can't wait to hear something than those walkers." Maggie told, walking up to the two. "Back there, back home, you can always hear them outside the fence no matter where you are."
Glenn and Kaylee looked to her, understanding that the sounds of the walkers can ruin a day. The teen understood why they liked the runs, away from it all, the quiet peace they had now was something they wish to take with them.
"And where is it ya'll good people are calling home?" Rasped a Southern accent at them.
The three of them dropped their things an raised their guns at the man approaching them. He held a gun at them, but he was clearly outnumbered, three to one. Kaylee kept the grip of the box in her hand, as her other had her gun up at the man. He had a knife coming out from under the jacket wrapping around his arm. He looked about older than Rick or Daryl, maybe in his fifties. What caught Maggie and Kaylee of guard, was how Glenn responded to the man.
"Merle?"
Kaylee and Maggie looked to him, then back to the man named Merle. He grinned, laughing at that and put his gun down. He raised his arms, revealing the knife was actually attached to a metal prosthetic acting as a bayonet. Merle's grin was glued as he looked overjoyed to see Glenn. Kaylee then remembered the name, Merle, Daryl's older brother. The one left in Atlanta, cut his hand off. She couldn't believe he was alive!
He started making his way as if he would be welcomed, but Maggie stepped beside the teen. "Hey! Back the hell up!"
He stopped, arms still up. "Okay, okay, honey." He gave out a whoop, "Jesus!", still amazed by his sight.
"You made it." Said Glenn.
Kaylee glanced to Glenn, "He was left back in Atlanta, right?" she asked.
"I was, little darlin'." Merle answered for her. "Can you tell me, is my brother alive?" he asked her, to which she tried not to stare at the arm but focus on his bloody possibly broken nose. "Is he with ya'll?"
"Yeah." Glenn answered.
Merle sighed, grin even wider at the relief that his brother was alive and well. Kaylee felt her gun lower a bit, not seeing how he was such a bad guy. Sure, he had their gun at them, but he put it down instantly at the sight of an old member.
"Hey, you take me to him and I'll call it even and everything that happened up there in Atlanta." He told, nodding at how serious he was over this. "No hard feelings, huh?"
Kaylee looked to Glenn, he didn't answer to Merle's offer. He must has noticed Glenn's eyes were not locked on Merle himself, but the arm peeking out of the jacket.
Merle laughed, "You like that?" he waved his arm making them tense up. "Yeah, the little one here does." He mused, Kaylee looked back cursing herself for staring. "Well, I found myself a medical supply warehouse. Fixed it up myself." He laughed and waved it again. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"You just want to see your brother, right?" Kaylee asked, Glenn looked to her when Merle's attention went to her.
"That's right, little darlin'. Just looking to reunite with my baby brother."
"We'll tell Daryl you're here and he'll come out to meet you." Glenn told.
Kaylee looked to him, Merle frowned getting antsy at that suggestion. "Hold on. Just hold up."
"Whoa! Whoa!" Glenn hollered, wanting him to keep the distance between them.
"Hold up, here. Hold up. Hey, the fact that we found each other is a miracle." He tried to convince, which seemed to be working with the teen but not the other two. "Little darlin' you-you got a sister, brother?"
Glenn and Maggie looked to her, they shook their heads to not say anything. Kaylee looked to Merle, her gun still trained on him. "Older sister."
Merle nodded, "I'm sure, she would do anything to find you." he told her gently with a hand on his chest. "I just want my brother back. You can trust me."
Kaylee thought back to when she was missing for almost a week, how Angela almost killed herself thinking her sister was dead. She felt bad for Merle, he just wanted to brother. Sure, she heard horrible stories, but maybe bringing a brother back would be good for them. He didn't seem to have anyone else with him, hell he put his own gun down and surrounded to them.
"You trust us. You stay here." Glenn told firmly.
"Glenn-"
Before Kaylee could try to reason with him, Merle pulled a gun hidden behind him out and shot at them. Glenn tackled the teen down as Maggie ducked around the car. Merle made a beeline for her as Glenn and Kaylee ran around, seeing he had Maggie in a head lock with a gun to her head.
"Hey, hey, hold up, you two, hold up." He warned, seeing the worry in them both.
"Let go of her." Glenn demanded. "Let go of her!"
"Put those guns in the car right now." Merle ordered. "Put it in the car, son. You too, darlin'."
With no other choice, Glenn and Kaylee placed their guns in the back car, and stepped back with their hands in the air.
"There ya go. Now we're gonna go for a little drive." He told.
Glenn shook his head, "We're not going back to our camp" he told.
Merle grinned, "No, we're going somewhere else. Get in the car, Glenn! You're driving!" he barked at him. "Move!"
"Don't-" Merle pressed the barrel closer to Maggie's skull, showing he wasn't bluffing. Seeing Maggie's reaction made Glenn bow down.
"Okay, Kay- Kaylee, get in the back." He told, pushing her with him as she limped to follow.
She climbed in, as Glenn slammed the door for her and got into the driver's seat. Merle got up, forcing Maggie into the passenger seat as he sat in the back with Kaylee. Glenn turned to argue with it, but knew Merle had the advantage when his aim turned to the teen beside him. She glanced to him, then down to avoid the hardened look on the older Dixon. The engine started, and Glenn drove out of the lot as Merle instructed him to their destination.
The basket full of the needed formula sat in the lot, left behind. Sitting next to it, was the music box, clicking a few times before music played in the dead silence of the small plaza.
Angela sat on the bleachers of the prison, feeling tired from the work she accomplished. "Yeah, I should let someone else handle it." She told, looking over as she sat the poor excuse of a garden set up. It was askew and too thin and long. Her hands and jeans covered in dirt, as she drink from the water she took with her.
The sound of metal creaking got Angela's attention, she turned to find Rick coming outside with a pick bundle in his arms with Carl, Beth, and Hershel following behind. Angela beamed at the sight, as they walked over to her, Rick chucked at the sleeping baby in his arms.
"She looks like you." He told his son, who blushed.
"Ain't she a beauty?" Angela asked, looking up at Rick who finally smiled to his daughter.
"She's perfect." He told her, watching as she gently caressed the baby's cheeks with her knuckle. Something caught Rick's sight across the yard, he turned to his son. "Hey, just- You got her?" He asked, passing her down to Carl.
"Yeah." He assured, tucking her arms as he held his sister.
"Alright." He looked to the dirty blonde, "Angie, with me." he told walking toward the main gate.
Angela followed in question, wondering what caught his eye. They walked down the gravel path toward the fencing, finding something coming along with the walkers against the fence. Rick removed his Colt, watching a dark female stagger slowly to the fence. In her hand was a bright red basket, but what was inside shocked Angela- Baby formula.
Angela gave her a good once over, the dark women had dreadlocks with a leather top and dark pants. Her limp indicated her leg would injured as she couldn't put weight on her left leg. Dry gore covered her torso, and a large bag slung over her shoulder. But, her eyes weren't glazed white nor did she bang on the fence like the other walkers.
She was not a walker, she was alive!
She stared the two down, waiting for one to make the move. She winced, touching her bloody wounded thigh and brought it back up. The walker next to her must have smelled the fresh blood on her hand, for her walker gore on her was now useless. She backed away, catching the other walkers' attention to her. Carl ran down the path, going through his keys as he watched.
"Rick, we-we can't leave her out there." Angela tried to reason.
The black woman took the weapon off her back, which to her surprise was a katana! She stabbed it through the first walker's head and slid it right out, stumbling back.
"Should we help her?" Carl asked, his father.
Angela turned, jogging to the gate as Rick followed, pacing himself. The woman dropped her heavy back, stumbling back to try and keep her balance and her distance from them. She swung at the close one, it's head flying right off. She kept fighting them off, stumbling and staggering about. Carl watched, but removed his gun once he saw her fall to the ground. He fired at two walkers closing in, just as Rick and Angela arrived.
"Carl!" He tossed the keys to his father as she fumbled to find the right one. "Shit." Angela took her gun out, firing at two more walkers that got close to the fallen woman.
Rick unlocked the gate and pushed it open, he and Angela running out toward her. She fired at two more walkers, as Carl made a run for the basket by the fence. Angela picked up the sword, looking it over as it had some weight to it.
"Is she bit?" Hershel asked, as he and Beth approached the gates.
Angela knelt down, checking her. She lifted her shirt, skimming over her skin and rolling her a bit to check her arms and legs. She the saw blood on her leg, moving the torn fabric. "I just see a gunshot wound." Angela told them.
Rick heaved her over his shoulder, Carl ran in with the basket and large bag. Rick and Angela returned, she fired at two more walkers before closing the gates. Carl locked them back up and they all rushed her back to the cell block.
"Carl, get a blanket." Rick ordered, his son tossing the items on the table and rushing to find one. "Beth, water and a towel."
Carl pulled a freshly cleaned towel from the laundry basket and laid it down on the floor. "Here?" He asked.
"She's not coming into the cell blocks." He told, kneeling down as gravity harshly took over. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." He gently laid her down. "Steady now."
Angela knelt down, putting the sword down to move her hair and get a look at her. "She's covered in walker gore." Rick took the water from Beth and carefully poured the water over her to clean her of the gore.
She got startled by the sudden water over her, as Angela leaned over to look at the wound on her leg to see how bad it was. "It's alright. It's alright." Rick assured, as she opened her eyes to find two people over her.
"Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me." Seeing her start to panic, Rick held her hand up to get her to calm down. "Who are you?"
It didn't seem to work, as once she spotted the sword on the ground, she made a jump for it. Everyone grew startled, but Rick kicked it out of her reach, which Angela's help they rolled her back over to get her to look at him.
"We're not gonna hurt you unless you try something stupid first, alright?" She had a look of distrust and Angela couldn't blame her. With her up and about, Angela couldn't get a proper look at the wound.
"Rick." Daryl called from the cells, he came out finding Rick and Angela over the new black women in the room. "Who the hell is this?"
They still didn't know, they turned to the woman as she sat up. "You wanna tell us your name?" She only glared up, looking like ready to snarl at him like an animal. "You wanna tell us your name?" He repeated.
Angela leaned over, "Hey, it's okay." her glared went to her now. "You're scared, I get it. But we need to know who you are. We're not going to hurt you."
Thinking of the same words Rick's wife had told her when she first the group, maybe the same could work on this woman. But, nothing was said as she just silently glared at the two.
"Ya'll come on in here." Daryl called, as Angela stood, giving up on trying to talk to her.
"Everything alright?" Rick asked, getting to his feet as he picked up the katana.
"Yer gonna wanna see this." He told, eyes falling to Angela the longest.
Confused, she looked to the others. "Go ahead." Rick told them. "Carl, get the bag."
Carl slung the bag over and picked up the basket, going inside the cell block with Hershel and Beth. Angela looked down at the woman, going over to stop by Daryl.
"We'll keep this safe and sound." He told her. "The doors are all locked. You'll be safe here. And we can treat that." He nodded to her wounded leg.
She looked around, like a feral cat locked in a cage. "I didn't ask for your help." She snarled at him.
"Doesn't matter." Rick dismissed, "Can't let you leave." he turned and entered the cells passing Daryl and Angela.
He nodded for her to go in, as he shut the cell and locked it behind him. Daryl lead them all to a cell room, finding someone sitting on the bottom bunk. Angela felt a hitch in her throat, covering her mouth almost wanting to cry. It was Carol, smiling weakly up at her family. She was dirty, exhausted, but alive!
"Thank God. Thank God!" Rick sighed out, as he helped Carol up and engulfed her into a big hug.
He let her go, allowed Angela to hug her next, crying into her shoulder. "Never do that again." She begged her. Her best friend, sister, and survivor member was there alive in her arms. "Oh, thank God." She smiled, as Carol wiped her eyes patting her cheeks lovingly.
She moved for Hershel to limp over, "How?" he asked earning a tight hug from her.
"Solitary." She answered.
"Poor thing fought her way into a cell." Daryl answered, arms folded as he leaned against the doorway. "Must have passed out. Dehydrated."
Once Hershel moved, Carol was then greeted by the newest member of the group, baby Grimes. She gasped, at the sight of a beautiful sleeping baby. When she looked to Rick, the tears appeared in his eyes giving her the answer- Lori didn't make it.
"I'm sorry." She whispered to him, he pinched his eyes and ducked his head trying to keep from crying.
He looked up, smiling to his daughter as Carol fawned over her. Angela moved beside Daryl, she wiped her eyes as Carol took the baby into her arms, "It's a baby girl." she told her.
"Oh, she's gorgeous." Carol softly cried, rocking her gently to keep her sleeping peacefully. "Does she have a name?"
"Little Ass-kicker." Daryl responded, smirking at Carol who gave him an amused smile.
"No, it's not." She told, rubbing at the chubby cheeks of the baby.
Angela looked toward the door, seeing the black woman watching them. Once she caught eyes with her, she turned and limped away to sit down. Angela looked to Rick, nodding to the door to remind them of their visitor.
Carol stayed behind with the baby, needing to hear what had happened. Daryl, Angela, and Hershel with his medical back followed Rick to see her as Carl locked the door.
"We can tend to that wound for you." Rick told her, approaching her at the table. "Give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way." He instructed. "But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula."
It took a moment, but she finally spoke, her glare still on him. "The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy, with a pretty girl and a younger one with a limp."
"Kay?" Angela jumped, instantly worried about her sister.
"What happened?" Rick asked.
"Where they attacked?" Hershel asked.
"They were taken."
"Taken? By who?" Rick urged.
"By the same son of a bitch who shot me." She told, not really giving a proper answer.
Angela grew tense, now shifting her footing beside Daryl. "Hey, these are our people." He told, leaning down and grabbing her leg where the wound was. "You tell us what happened now!"
She jumped up, causing Daryl to raise his bow at her as she stepped back, a finger in Rick's face. "Don't you ever touch me again!"
"Ya'd better start talkin'." Daryl threatened, she gave a glare to which he sent one right back. "Yer gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound."
"Find 'em yourself." She hissed.
"That's my baby sister out there." Angela told, giving a look to the stone cold woman.
Rick saw threats weren't going to work, as he saw the woman's eyes soften at Angela. "Put it down." He told the redneck, who hesitated but did as told. "You came here for a reason."
The cold woman seemed to find herself in a corner, having no choice to but tell. "There's a town Woodbury. About seventy-five survivors. I think they were taken there."
"A whole town?" Rick questioned.
"As in, a community?" Angela asked, looking fearful. The woman nodded, noticing the panic in her eyes.
"It's run by this guy who calls himself the Governor; pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type." She elaborated.
Angela sat down on the table, Daryl glanced to her as he noticed her panic. "You don't think…?" Rick asked, looking to her.
"Does he have red hair?" She asked her, the woman watched her eyes not meeting hers. "Ginger, is this Governor a ginger?"
"No."
Angela sighed, putting her hands against her forehead as Rick looked back to the woman. "He got muscle?" Daryl asked.
"Paramilitary wannabes. They have armed sentries on every wall." She explained.
"You know a way in?" Rick asked.
"The place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through." She told them.
"How'd you know how to get here?" Rick questioned.
"They mentioned a prison." She answered simply. "Said which direction it was in, that it was a straight shot."
Rick seemed to believe her story, he nodded to the one legged man. "This is Hershel, father of the girl who was taken. He'll take care of that."
Angela breathed evenly, scared for her sister and what she could be experiencing right now. Her mind flashed back, as she stood and moved around the room to calm herself down. "Angela, the teen is her little sister, Kaylee. They…" Rick sighed, watching her mumbling words to herself. "They had a bad experience with a community, the Jim Jones type."
She nodded, eyeing the woman who leaned on her knees, taking slow breaths. Rick and Daryl left to have Hershel tend to her, Daryl walked over to Angela placing a hand on her back. He muttered something to her, to which she nodded and walked to the cell block with him. His hand stayed on her back, the woman watched the interaction. This group was different, much different than Woodbury.
Rick gathered everyone around the stairwell to discuss the recent situation. Carl stood by the cell door, keeping watch of their visitor as Hershel tended to stitching her wound.
"How do you know we can trust her?" Oscar questioned after Rick informed them of what she had told them.
"This is Maggie, Glenn, and Kay. Why are we even debating?" Beth asked.
"We shouldn't be standing around here without thumbs up our asses" Angela told, pacing around.
"We ain't" Daryl assured, looking to them. "I'll go after 'em."
"Well, this place sounds pretty secure. You can't go alone." Rick told him.
"I'll be going too." Angela told, stopping to stand beside Daryl.
"I'll go." Beth added.
Axel stepped forward to them. "Me, too."
They all looked to Oscar, who nodded to them. "I'm in."
She sat there for hours, her arms still duct taped to the arms of the chair. The teen looked around, she had no idea where Glenn and Maggie were and feared for their safety. When they arrived to where Merle forced them to go, bags were put other their heads and they were separated. Kaylee struggled at her bounds, hoping to slip her thin arms through to get free.
The door clicked, she looked up and watched the door open. Merle, the older Dixon, sauntered in. His nose now hand a bandage over it, as he closed the door behind him. She grew scared, struggling more, Merle didn't move as he rose a hand up.
"Easy does it, princess." He rasped, taking careful steps toward the table. "I just wanna talk."
"Where's Maggie and Glenn. Did you kill them?" She asked, fear in her features as she eyed the man.
"Just spoke with Glenn, he's one tough son of a bitch." He chuckled.
"Let me go, now!"
"Woah, woah, can't do that." He told, tapping his knuckles on the table surface. "I just want to talk, you were understanding my situation back there."
"That was before you shot us and held Maggie at gunpoint." She countered.
"That was just a heat in the moment." He told, moving to sit on the table, his metal stump resting on his knee as if his hand was curled over it. "You got a older sister, yeah? What's her name?" Kaylee didn't speak, she just glared at the older Dixon. She didn't want to be tricked like before, trusting him again.
"I heard a name, Angela?" He grinned when he saw her react to the name. "Ever gotten lost, or separated from your sister? Ever?"
Her eyes fell on the bayonet, wondering if he would torture to get an answer. She nodded, he tilted his head at her answer. "She did all she could to find you, ain't that right?" Kay nodded again, not able to stop herself from answering him.
"I was out in the woods." She swallowed, keeping her eyes off him, down at the wooden table surface. "Lost, alone, thinking they would come find me any day." Merle nodded for her to continue. "I got caught in a bear trap, a walker almost got me. I got out, killed it, and kept going. A whole week, I thought my sister forgot about me. I almost died, from walkers, starvation, dehydration-"
"Well, ya were found eventually, right?" He asked.
Kaylee nodded, nervously looking up to him. "Is it true?" Merle frowned, confused what she meant by 'true'. "Rick handcuffed you to the roof, left you back in Atlanta."
Merle chuckled, nodding as he stood. "T had the key, bastard dropped it down a drain and left me there like everyone. I heard he died."
Kay nodded, "He saved my sister from a walker." she told looking down at her arms, the duct tape tight around her wrists. "I know you want to get back with your brother, Merle. But-"
The door opened, a tall brunette man entered, eyeing Merle then his eyes falling to Kaylee. He was very clean, and an air around him that reminded her of someone. She tucked herself down into the chair best she could, oping he wouldn't noticed her if she tried to hide herself.
"Nothing?" He asked, having a accent to his voice, not like the one Merle had though.
"I'm getting there." Merle told, standing attention to the man. "How 'bout the cowgirl?"
"Just as silent." He shrugged.
"Maggie? Where's Maggie?" Merle turned to her, the man's attention now on her. "Where's Glenn?"
"This the teenager you mentioned?" He asked, pointing to her.
"Yeah, was just getting to know each other better."
The man looked to Merle, than to her. "I'll give her a talk." He offered.
Merle eyed the man up, "I'm almost through, she was just about to tell me where my brother is." he assured. He looked to Kaylee, who held a look she couldn't read.
"You couldn't get through to the Asian boy, really think you can get through her by just talking it out?" The man chuckled, leaning on the doorway and door handle. "Doesn't sound like you, Merle."
He shrugged at the tall man, "If a tough approach won't do, may as well try the soft approach." he tried to reason.
The man nodded, he eyed up the girl giving a once over then looked to Merle. Kaylee looked between the two, finally she spoke up. "I won't tell you!"
They looked to her, Merle giving a look as if he wanted her to stop. "If you want to torture me, go ahead! I won't give my family up to you!"
"Do ya know?" The man smirked, walking into the room and shutting the door. Kaylee leaned back, as he eyed her up, leaning his hands against the table as he watched her. "Merle, maybe talking isn't going to work."
Merle sighed, looking to the girl. She gulped thickly, trying not to show any fear as she trembled at the sight of the man's dark eyes piercing her own. Kaylee swore she saw Roy in the image of this man.
The group had decided that Rick, Daryl, Oscar, and Angela would go with the cold woman leading them to Woodbury. Carol, Hershel, Beth, and Axel would hold down the fort. They were packing up the Hyundai, the car chosen to take the rescue mission on. Daryl lifted the hood and put a bag of their weapons in there.
"I got the flash bangs n' I got the tear gas." He informed, Oscar slid the guns they needed into the back. "Ya never know what yer gonna need."
Angela stood with Carol, checking her guns as Carol held the little baby. "Kaylee's gonna be alright, so are the others." She told her, Angela nodded.
"I feel like I sent her to that trap." She told, Carol frowned at her. "I told her to go on the run, if I hadn't, she'd be fine with us right now. Or, maybe I should've gone to keep it from happening."
"You had no idea what was going to happen. Blaming yourself isn't going to get you anywhere." Carol told her, rubbing her back to calm her down. "Just get them back, and we can go on with our lives." She nudged her shoulder, "We can get back to girl talk." Carol nodded to Daryl who was walking back over with Carl.
Angela sighed, smiling at Carol in thanks. He glanced at the two as he and Oscar continued to pile the car with supplies. Rick called Carl aside just as Hershel emerged outside. Beth was handling the gates as Axel helped her.
Once the car was piled up, everyone got to the car. Daryl approached Carol and Angela. "Stay safe." he told her.
She smiled and nodded to him. "Nine lives, remember?"
Daryl nodded, looking down to the baby then to Angela. "Let's go." He urged, putting an arm around her and heading to the car with her. "We're gonna get 'em back, get Kay back. Ya hear?" He whispered to her.
Angela nodded, her strides wide as she marched to the car. Angela pulled out her beanie and slipped it over her head, scar hidden underneath as she held a cold gaze. "I'm gonna put a bullet into the bastard that took my sister from me."
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Bruna Pereira- Yes, season 3 was fucking sad man. We lose so many in this season! Dude, I legit thought Carol died first watching the show. Cause, she hasn't shown up a lot in 7 for leaving Alexandria (still pissed at her for that) but I AWWWed when Daryl found our tough cupcake! So, the finale passed and gone! I am HONESTLY excited Negan lived. Sorry not sorry! This actually means they'll keep following the comics and it makes me writing season 8 and possibly what I think in season 9 easier! In the comics, I read up that Rick spares Negan and at one point they get trapped in an apartment and learn about each other in the trust. Unless they changed that for Gabriel and his talk, than I feel robbed. I want Negan to turn good like Merle tried to do. Speaking of Merle- HE'S ARRIVED IN THE STORY WOO! Yup, I got chapters up to when my semester ends so I got you guys taken care of~
RedVelvetPanPan- Ahh, she has not yet! But Kaylee has! We know how Kaylee can be, trusting anyone she sees good in. I hope I write Merle alright, I know he's SUCH a pig and trying my best while also putting in my twist for him. Carl is SUCH a good kid, he gets that from Rick. Always blaming himself. Yup, I wanted Carl to have a rock and I think Kaylee is perfect!