After a tedious, drawn out thirty minutes, Daryl felt his consciousness stir and revive itself. He lifted his heavy eyelids, hurriedly blinking away the blurred residue that clouded his vision. He attempted to move his arm, but it was held fast in the strong grip of a coil of rope. " ," he cursed, jerking his body as he tried to break loose from his restraints. He eventually gave up, stubbornly squaring his shoulders, feeling anger wrench at his stomach. A sudden thought crossed his fatigued mind. /Where did they take Hayley?/ He let out a rigid sigh, stiffening as his gaze fell upon the two bloodied and worn figures sharing the room with him. /Maggie and Glenn/, he recalled swiftly, quickly coming to terms with the fact that this wasn't going to be a pleasant visit. "The hell are you? I know you're here somewhere, ," he scowled coldly, hoping that The Governor heard his insults clearly. "What do you plan on doin' to your daughter, huh? Ain't gonna hurt her, I hope," he threatened smoothly, twisting his neck at an angle, trying to get a better view of him. "That ain't gonna end well, if you do." the governor smirked as he saw the redneck try to fight his way out from the ropes "now now, manners son. you are here visiting my daughter;s place. she always had bad hand picking in men" he said and got in front of him "now that;s for my concern and not yours" he said and grabbed his jaw roughly "so you're the other Dixon...not really hard to tell" A loud grunt of pain bellowed from Daryl's lips as Hayley's father hurled his fists into his stomach, pursing his lips in frustration once he had retreated. "You're gonna regret that, old man," he murmured, lashing out at the Governor's legs with his booted feet in an attempt to make him loose his balance. He felt satisfaction creep into his veins as the sole of one of his shoes connect with his shin, causing the middle aged man to clumsily topple to the ground. "Tell me where you took 'er!" he hollered, sweat gathering uncomfortably below his hairline. He blinked, surprising himself at the hostility hiding behind his words. He hadn't expected himself to be so infuriated at Hayley's capture. He briefly wondered why he was suddenly compelled to protect her, but immediately shoved it back into the unwanted corner of his mind from which it came. The governor smirked slightly at his words, shaking his head slightly "says the guy who isn't her boyfriend" he said. He wriggled from within the rickety wooden chair, attempting to break the wooden legs of the seat, or maybe wrench himself free of the tight bundle of rope that was tied around his hands. He tugged his arms upwards, cringing as he felt the skin alongside the back of his wrists to split underneath the firmness of his restraints. Daryl attempted to ignore the looming shadow of the Governor as he pulled himself upright, brows furrowing as he realized that what he had done had been borderline foolish. "Let me go, and we both get outa' here alive. You're not a dumb ass, so I'm sure you know damn well that this ain't gonna end well if I'm stuck here for much longer." "well, if you just insist then I guess i do have to take you out of here" he said as he nods his head "but first I'm going to let you met your brother, merle. Past chance to see him" Daryl lunged forward, nearly knocking himself and the chair that he was firmly tied to down in the process. He gritted his teeth angrily, frustrated thoughts circling through his mind. What was he going to do about Glenn and Maggie? How was he going to get them to safety? He had to rescue Hayley, that wasn't questionable, who knows what sort of damage Martinez could be inflicting on her at that moment. His stomach churned at the thought, of the young woman coming to any harm, but he immediately swallowed his worry down, focusing on the more immediate problem. Merle.

"What're you talkin' about?" The redneck snarled, a wheezing breath escaping past his thin lips as the swollen cut on his wrist rubbed painfully against the rope. He knew that he didn't have to inquire about the Governor's motives, he was more than aware that his brother was here. "I ain't gonna ask again, what're you plannin'?" Threatening words were begging to be spoken, teetering at the tip of his throat, but no matter how hard he struggled to hold his tongue in check, he couldn't. "Better have somethin' to do with lettin' your daughter go. If anythin' happens to her you can be damn well sure it won't end well for you." The governor was just amused on how the reddneck is not giving up without a fight "do tell me why do you suddenly care for hayley?" He asked before grabbing a sack from the back of his pocket and walked over behind him and smirked "just taking ya to your brother is all" he said Daryl let out a quiet grunt of frustration at the Governor's words, wriggling against the rickety wooden chair. "I coulda guessed that," he jeered darkly, biting down on his lower lip. An angry snarl slipped from his mouth as he hurled a bag over his head, blocking his vision and causing everything to abruptly snap to darkness. "And from what I've seen, old man, you don't care enough about your daughter to really be worried about my feelings, huh?" he mumbled bitterly, his gritty voice unclear and muffled due to the sack thrown over him. "So, if you don't mind me sayin', that was a dumb question," he sneered grimly, nearly tripping over himself a few times as the Governor dragged him outside. He was quickly taken off to an area of the town where angry hollers and screams resounded through the night air, trying to fight his off from the tight grip from whoever was holding onto him and in all honesty?

he was a bit glad that the bag was over his head, because he was crying. yes the daryl dixon was crying and out of what? he didn't fully know. was it the fear of what the governor was going to do to him? was it because he was going to meet his brother, merle? or was it because of the thought that shouldn't have crossed his mind...hayley. he knows he shouldn't be really giving his two cents on the new girl but he did, he couldn't explain it but he was worried about what that sick of her father was going to do to her...the governor. is hayley's father...that sick man was her father? it never would have crossed his mind that this guy was related to the girl, no way. they were nothing even alike! but then again, when did the redneck even pay attention to similarities to people? The cheers got louder with every step they shoved him further ahead and it terrified the hunter even more. He tried to think about anything that could calm him down, he thought about the prison, carol, little kicker, Cherokee roses heck even a gold 'ole hunt! but nothing was working. nothing at all. he couldn't relax i mean, what normal human being would relax. he was being dragged to god knows where and the scared him. heh, daryl dixon. scared? /no dixon should be scared of nothin'/ the words rang out in his head of what his brother has always told him. which he liked to believe was true but screw everything! he was freaking out! he heard the distant sound of Hayley's father shrieking angry accusations, but his words were indistinct and unclear. "This is one of the terrorists" he heard the Governor say and right now? he felt like exploding right now. here was the same guy who was this so called 'leader' of some group and turns out he is far from normal, he has captured maggie and glenn, tortured the living heck out of them, attacked rick and him and now? god knows what he has planned out for doing to hayley and that thought actually angered him more. what kind of man would do that to their own daughter? their own blood!? well, he knows ONE person and that was his dad. but something was actually making him scared like a dog. the cheering, no doubt it was a crowd full of living humans, the people you SHOULD be afraid off, not the walkers. Before he knew it, he was being crudely shoved forward, the bag was ripped from his head, his hands were quickly and sloppily cut loose, and he was faced with the unexpected, baffled face of his brother.

"Merle's own brother!" He quickly shook the pain and numbness from his fingertips, glancing nervously around the crowd of citizens. but through all of this, daryl felt some emotions, first of the emotions was relief. HUGE relief to know that his brother was. well alive but that was confirmed when hayley showed up but he saw his brother right before his eyes. he had proof. second, he felt a little bit of disbelief, knowing that he was standing right in front of his own brother and lastly, he felt fear. fear of seeing that same guy who has given him insult after insult and punch after punch. The crowd around him was aggressive, there were even more guards with pistols and weapons all around them, and the Governor looked more terrifying than ever because of the bandage and floodlights. he cursed himself for being afraid, he wanted to be that same stubborn, hot headed redneck but he can't be. not in this moment. The Governor turned around to look at all the people and stretched his arms out. "What should we do with them, huh?" and that's when the crowd went wild. "Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!" they yelled, a few shouting insults, a few shouting instructions, They didn't really expect him to kill his own flesh and blood, did they? but they did

woodbury wanted to see a fight, and a fight they were going to get.

(so this is LOOONNNG update but here it is! we will see hayley's pov soon! don't you worry! i have not forgotten about her but figured this part would be good to show in daryl's pov. I will try to write up the next chapter asap! this is as much as I got as of now so I apologize if this sucks in any way BUT do leave a review please :).)