Chapter 3: Enemies

Note: Okay so now we get some Daryl time. I feel like I could have made this longer but I think this is good for now. Enjoy! xoxo

I'm trying to get The One Left Behind situated. I have the chapter, I just can't get it to where I want it... I hate it but I'll overcome the hurtle at some point I promise! Don't lose faith in me yet, it's a working progress.

"These damn Wolves are pissin' me off."

Daryl was seething with anger as he walked with Aaron through the Alexandria gates. "Fuckin' shoot at me and then scamper off like cowards. More like fuckin' coyotes if ya' ask me."

Rick came down the porch steps as Daryl was walking by, "They hit you?"

"Nah, but came damn close. Almost took my head off if Aaron hadn't flung us to the ground. I never seen people as stealthy as 'em. Didn't even hear 'em followin' us." Daryl was pacing now, still clearly upset.

Rick looked around at the Alexandrians who had stopped to see what the commotion was all about. Daryl stopped, "We need to do somethin' about 'em before they get any ballsier."

Rick nodded, "Let's wait a few days, you and Aaron stay here. No one leaves. Let's see if they respect boundaries, and if they don't… we'll deal with them. I'll inform Sasha to pay closer attention."

Daryl nodded and decided to go home to take a rest for a few minutes. Daryl wasn't fond of the the idea of being stuck inside Alexandria's walls but he didn't feel like getting gunned down, either. These people were fast and sneaky. Stealthy. They weren't dealing with just one crazy man with an eye patch or a group of cannibals. Now they were dealing with dangerous animals. The image of the blonde woman tied to the tree flashed through his mind and he shivered. That was some messed up shit.

He made it to the front door of his house, deposited his crossbow on the ground beside the couch, and flopped down.

It didn't seem like he had been out for that long when he heard yelling and his name being called. Daryl grabbed his crossbow and headed for the door.

It was dark so he had to have been asleep for a while. It didn't take him long to see why everyone was yelling. Abraham had a guy in a choke hold, a guy with a W on his forehead, "Sasha shot him in the leg to slow him down, I went out there and got him. His buddies retreated, left his sorry ass behind."

Rick looked at the man yowling in pain at his gunshot wound. Sasha rolled her eyes, "All I did was nick him. The whole bullet didn't even go through him."

Daryl looked at the man and took a hold of his face, "You or one of your friends tried to kill me out there… You gonna tell us about your camp or do I have ta make ya?"

The man spat in Daryl's face and Daryl punched him straight across the man's jaw, hearing a satisfying crack. Daryl started walking away, "Well if he wasn't badly injured before, he is now."

After Daryl walked off toward Aaron, Michonne spoke up, "What do we do with him?"

Rick shook his head, "He's gonna have to be watched, at ALL times. We need information from him." Michonne and Abraham nodded in agreement. Rick continued, "We'll see how much they value lives of their own if they decide to come back… we'll be ready."

"Sasha, you okay to go back up there and keep watch?" Rick asked as he pointed at the guard tower. Sasha nodded and made her way back to the watch tower.

"Abraham, just follow me. I think I know where we can put him for a short period of time 'til I think of somthin better." Rick led the way and Abraham followed with Michonne tagging along.

*******The Next Day*******

Daryl made his way to Rick, "Where is he?"

Rick sighed, "We need him."

"I know that. I just want to see if I can get something out of him."

Rick looked uncertain but then pointed, "He's in the house at the end. Michonne's watching him."

Daryl nodded and made his way to the house, if he was going to be stuck in this place he might as well make himself useful... and by the third punch to the face the man was giving in. Daryl could feel it.

Daryl lowered himself to the man's level in a squat position, "They left you for dead, what do you care if we know how many of you there are?"

The man let out a strangled whimper as Daryl took out his knife.

"OKAY. Okay. Ten." The man shouted.

Daryl wasn't sure if that was truthful but it was more than he'd gotten out of the man in half an hour so it was progress.

"Good, you think they'd come back for ya'?" Daryl moved the knife to hover the point over the boy's thigh, lightly scraping against his wound.

the boy whimpered, "Maybe, it depends if I'm worth it to them."

"Are you?" Daryl pushed harder against the wound.

A look of helplessness crossed the man's features, "I don't know, it was my first run! Please just stop!"

Daryl nodded. He looked at Michonne who was sitting there quietly.

"I'm done… For now." Daryl walked out to relay the info to Rick. Was it true? They'd find out sooner or later. The one thing he did know for certain is that these Wolves didn't know who the hell they were fucking with.

Ooooh, So enemies are colliding. We'll be switching back to Beth next chapter. It should be up tomorrow since I have Memorial Day off from work :)