Chapter 5
-Lexi-
Whatever this Dixon brother had been expecting her to say, this clearly wasn't it. Lexi was lucky for it too, in his moment of surprise the man's eyes revealed more than he ever would have otherwise, narrowing and refocusing on her as if he was literally trying to peer into her soul. The effect made her shiver, but in that instant she knew. Rick's name meant something to this man. Her instinct had been right.
Elated by her victory, she lifted her hand ever so slightly off his mouth, naively hoping that Rick's name might be enough to convince him that she could be trusted.
"I dunno who you're talkin bout, bitch." he spat out the moment her hand moved.
Her eyes narrowed in annoyance at his response.
"They'll kill you, if you don't escape with me. And I'm not taking you anywhere unless you take me to Rick," she said slowly, trying to put force behind her words like her brother always did when he was getting something out of someone.
Her tone made the man's eyes narrow again, although she suspected it was less out of fear than she would have liked. He was looking her up and down again, as if trying to place her in his mind.
"I ain't bringing one of the Governor's whores back to my group so she can bring all these fuckers down on my people. I'm dead either way, so fuck off!" he growled, straining against his bonds as if to show her he meant business.
Lexi recoiled slightly, frustrated but undeterred. He had a point, this sort of thing would be just like the Governor to pull. But she needed him to bring them there. If she didn't know where they were going bringing Caitlyn outside the wall would be effectively be sentencing her to death. She hated to have to take this risk, especially with the brother of Merle Dixon, as far as she could tell it was her only way forward.
Sighing, she pulled out her knife and cut the restraints tying him to the radiator.
-Daryl-
He'd twitched in spite of himself as she brought the 12 inch kitchen knife to his side, hating himself for it as she cut his bonds innocently. When's he was done, she moved in even closer than before, staring him down with those strange eyes of hers.
"If I show you proof that we are friends of Rick's will you take us to him?" she said, slowly lifting the knife to point at him.
'Us?' He thought, staring her down again. He wasn't sure who she meant by it, but he was beginning to realize this may be his only chance at survival. He didn't like it at all, but summing up his options he decided that for now, he'd play her game.
"Depends on what you've got to show," he shot back, though in a slightly gentler tone than he'd used before.
Her eyes widened and narrowed again, and he realized with mortification that she'd taken his comment as innuendo.
"ain't what I meant. Christ." he mumbled hating the blush that began creeping up his face.
Eyes narrowing again, she shifted slowly, and came to kneel down by his outstretched legs. She leaned in slowly, as if punishing him for his perceived innuendo and began to cut the bonds wrapped around his lower body, finally finishing with his wrists that lay tied in his lap.
He at there, frozen stiff by he soft touches as she moved up his legs. When at
avast he was unbound he pushed away from her, anxious to get distance and infuriated be the effect her plutonic contact had wrecked on his nerves.
She leapt to her feet and came around to face him, putting herself in between him and the door, knife outstretched.
"If I can prove we know Rick you'll take us?" she repeated, half ordering half pleading with him.
Infuriated by the situation he found himself in, but unsure of what else to do, Daryl slowly nodded.
"Fine, just get me the fuck outta here."