Visions Of Brothers
So I watched the first episode of season 3 (I know it's a couple of episodes in but I only got access to the first one so far) and I loved it! Lol, first full episode of the show I've ever watched. I know enough about each of the characters though and my hatred for Lori just stays as it is (silently does cheers for the cold shoulder Rick gives).
Bo watched Lori as the brunette woman seemed to become more and more high strung since the group moved to the farm. When Maggie and Glenn had gone for a supply run, Lori had intercepted Glenn both ways and some mystery thing had been exchanged on the return. It wasn't so much a mystery to the med student, she had noticed the signs, taken in the way the other woman acted and did mental math in her head at a time when she had gotten bored.
The most obvious father was Shane. Rick and Lori had, without a doubt, slept together since his return, but the signs the woman was showing suggesting she was much further along than those times could have provided. So unless there was sex just before Rick went into his coma...
"How long since Daryl's been gone?" Bo looked up to see Rick standing nearby. She gave a shrug, having not exactly thought about the man she shared a tent with. Now that she did think about him, she was noticing that he had been gone almost the whole day and a frown crossed her face. Normally she didn't mind or worry when he was gone. The sudden clench in her stomach bugged her.
"I...don't know." Bo answered, frowning more.
"This happen often?" Rick asked, lowering himself down to the log next to the blonde woman.
"Well he usually went off on hunting trips on his own." Bo explained. "Be gone for days sometimes. This ain't exactly a new thing. I mean...he's still hunting, just not for something to kill." She sighed and stood up, grabbing up her gun and knife. "Guess I better go find him."
"You sure that's needed?" Rick asked. He looked up at her, shielding his eyes with his hand.
"I ain't usually worrying about him and now I am." Bo pointed out. "That don't sit right with me."
"You can't go through there by yourself." Rick shot back, standing up.
"I can go faster on my own." Bo assured him.
"He's on a horse, Bo." Rick argued.
"Great, easier tracks to follow." Bo stated. Rick gave her a disapproving frown and she sighed, suddenly feeling like a child and not liking it. "Worry about your buddy and his closeness to them women in your life." The blonde jerked her head in the direction of the vehicles. Anna was leaning over the open engine of the truck, Shane leaning in on the side, holding a flashlight for her in the fading evening light. When Rick turned his head to look, Bo bolted, her steps light enough to allow her to get a fair distance ahead before the Sheriff noticed. He made a move to go after her but by that point she was already within the trees.
Sighing heavily, Rick looked around at everyone and went inside to check on Carl.
***TWD***TWD***TWD***TWD***TWD***
Daryl opened his eyes slowly at the sounds of footsteps. They didn't seem to be shuffling like a walker but that still didn't mean he could go on lying there like he was.
"Why don't ya pull that arrow out, dummy?" Merle's voice sounded off in the younger Dixon's head. Daryl forced his eyes to focus on the figure crouching over him. He wasn't sure if it was real or if his mind was playing tricks on him but there was his brother. "You could bind your wound better."
"Merle..." Daryl muttered, a slight grin falling on his face. He got a bright smile back from the older man.
"What's going on here? You taking a siesta or something?" Merle asked, sarcasm dripping all through his tone.
"Had a shitty day, bro." Daryl muttered. His throat felt raw and his voice sounded strange to him. Maybe he had really hit his head.
"Want me to get ya a pillow?" Merle asked. His grin was still in place. "Maybe rub your feet?"
"Screw you." Daryl grumbled. Hell, if he wanted this bullshit, he would have just stayed with the others and pissed off Shane.
"You're the one screwed by the looks of it." Merle pointed out. "All them years I spent trying to make a man out of you, this is what I get?"
"Daryl?"
"Look at ya, lying in the dirt. You're gonna die out here, little brother." Merle mocked. Daryl blinked slowly, his vision wavering again as he turned his head to try and look around. Where had that other voice come from? "And for what?"
"Girl." Daryl whispered. He swallowed nothing but air in the attempt to ease his throat. "Lost a little girl."
"Daryl come on!"
"So you got a thing for little girls now?" Merle teased. Daryl tried to counter but his voice just wouldn't work. "Cuz I noticed you ain't out looking for ol' Merle no more. You split man. Let out first chance you got."
"You let out, all you had to do was wait." Daryl rasped out, his throat screaming at him in agony at the sounds it didn't want to produce. "We went back for ya, Rick and I. We did right by him."
"Daryl?"
"This the same Rick that cuffed me to the rooftop in the first place?" Merle asked. Daryl's eyes drifted around, vision clearing slowly. He could see movement at the top of the embankment he had fallen into. The voice kept calling out, worried. "Forced me to cut off my own hand? This who you talking about here? You his bitch now?"
"I ain't no body's bitch." Daryl protested.
"Now that ain't true." Merle countered, with a grin. "What about the Doc? You been her bitch from the minute she stepped foot in your life. You let her in everywhere. Hell, I bet you do everything she asks. You know what she thinks of you right?" He leaned down closer to get into his brother's face. "You're just some dirty little redneck who satisfies an itch. She probably went to you cuz the copper was already banging around with someone else. Picking up on someone that'll do the work for her."
"Daryl? Daryl! Hang on!"
"They're laughing at ya behind your back, you know that don't ya?" Merle mocked. Daryl tried to focus on the figure that was standing at the top of the embankment now. "Got news for ya son. One of these days, they're gonna scrap you off their heels like you was dog shit. And your little doctor girlfriend, is probably gonna get in bed with Rick." Daryl turned his head, his vision fuzzing again, his eyes starting to close. Something landed on his stomach, bringing him back to what was happening around him. "Hey! They ain't your kin! Your blood! Now you listen to me." Something moved down the embankment at a quick speed as Merle grabbed at Daryl's chin.
"HEY!"
"Ain't nobody ever gonna care about you, cept me little brother." Merle almost sounded like he was being sincere at that moment. There was a snarling noise somewhere followed by thuds. "And ain't nobody ever will." He patted the younger man's stomach as he started moving back. "Now come on, get up on your feet before I have to kick your teeth in." Merle was gone from his brother's sight and for a moment, everything blurred together. Daryl blinked a couple of times then jumped slightly when blonde hair came into his sight.
"Whoa, hey, relax." Bo's voice, accompanied by a slightly relieved laugh and soft hands touching at his side, brought Daryl's mind into clarity. "Oh geez Daryl, what you gone and done here?"
"What are you doing?" Daryl muttered weakly.
"Helping you." Bo stated obviously. She reached around him and there was a snapping noise. "Now just...deep breath." Before he could ask, Bo had wrapped her hand around the arrow in his side and was pulling it through. Daryl grunted in pain and gritted his teeth, fingers digging into the dirt. He looked around, spotting a couple of dead walkers. "Jesus Christ Daryl."
"Move." Daryl grumbled. He pushed Bo back and slowly got himself to his feet. He stumbled slightly and pushed away the blonde when she attempted to help him. "Don't need any help!"
"Okay, fine." Bo shot back, unhappily. She crossed her arms and watched him carefully but made no move to assist. She frowned as she examined his bloodied state and forced herself to stay put as he started making his way back up ridge. He was muttering things to himself and she worried about what had happened to him. Every time he stumbled in his climb, she would twitch, wanting to move to help him but not wanting to get yelled at again. When he finally got to the top and dropped out of sight, she quickly went after him only to find him lying on the ground on his stomach, head turned to the side.
"Yeah, you better run." Daryl muttered at nothing. Bo frowned and put her knife away through her belt before going to the man. She grabbed his arm and hauled him over. He struggled weakly but she slapped him and he went still. "Damn woman."
"Shut the fuck up!" Bo muttered harshly. She pulled him up and looped his arm over her shoulders. "I'm helping you, whether you want help or not. Now I don't know what the hell is going on in that there head of yours but it better not be coming out or I will slap you again."
"Bossy little bitch." Daryl grumbled. Bo rolled her eyes and they started walking slowly. They were silent, Bo keeping an eye on their surroundings as she nearly dragged Daryl along with her. She constantly glanced down at his side, taking mental notes on the wound type and how much blood he was losing. The smell would lure in unwanted company, that much she knew for sure.
They made it to the church by nightfall and Bo wasn't exactly gentle when she put Daryl into a pew. She got the back door barricaded but frowned at all the windows. She sat down and looked over her ammo then over the crossbow. She was thankful for having watched Daryl perform checks of his favourite weapon several times. That was the only way anyone would have been able to know anything about it.
"Okay big baby, let's see the damage." Bo declared, standing up. She moved over to the half conscious hunter and opened the buttons on his shirt. She perched herself on the back of the pew in front of him, her feet coming up and resting either side of the man as she leaned forward to examine the hole that seemed to have just barely missed his ribs and lung.
"I'm fine, back off." Daryl complained.
"You ain't fine." Bo shot back.
"Why do you care?" Daryl asked.
"It's what I do." Bo remarked, trying to get a better look. Daryl pushed at her hands, bringing the doctor's bright blue eyes up to his face. He still looked a little hazy but he seemed determined.
"I meant..about me." Daryl remarked. Bo just blinked and looked at him. "Just admit it. You don't. I'm just...just...convenient for ya."
"What?" Bo sounded incredulous as she tried thinking. She couldn't figure out where this was coming from. After months and everything else. She didn't know what to even think, let only try to understand. "Where is this coming from?"
"Just admit it." Daryl shoots back.
"No! What the hell am I admitting?" Bo argued, frowning. She rested her elbows on her knees and let her hands hang between her legs as she stared at the redneck in front of her.
"You know damn well." Daryl ground out.
"Obviously I don't!" Bo snapped.
"You just went for me cuz Shane was already at it with Lori." Daryl declared. Bo narrowed her eyes, an indescribable anger settling in. "He's the big man, I was just..."
"You honestly think that I would have gone for Shane?" Bo asked. She shook her head and huffed out a heavy breath. "You fucking moron!" She dropped her feet to the ground and moved away from him.
"Yeah, I'm the moron." Daryl argued, getting to his feet uneasily. "You're the one that just invited yourself in on MY tent!"
"Oh so you choose now to bitch about it?" Bo shot back, looking at him. "This some stupid ass control thing? You ain't getting enough of it or something?"
"You know, you're a lousy girl." Daryl grumbled. Bo just raised an eyebrow at the lame comeback. "You ain't ever do the girl stuff."
"You are way too fucking delirious from all the blood loss there, Dixon." Bo pointed out. "What girl stuff am I supposed to be doing? You want me to like Carol? Or what about Andrea? Or god forbid, I be like Lori! Those the types you want me to be? You want me to just throw myself at you and cling to you then bitch at everyone else for my mistakes?" She paused then ran her hands over her face and through her hair before shaking her head. "No, you know what, I ain't getting into this with you!"
"Cuz I'm right." Daryl pointed out.
"You are so far from right, it's pathetic!" Bo shot back. "How about we just stay quiet till morning then get back to the farm where the grumpy old man can fix you up because obviously, I'm not good for that."
Bo picked up her gun again and sat back down, eyes trained in the door. Daryl had the sense at least not to piss her off further while she was armed. He sat down with a pained sigh and frowned. He made the attempt to stay awake but succumbed to the darkness of unconscious after a few moments.
When he woke up, Bo's button up shirt was tied around his middle to ease the flow of blood and she was pacing up and down the aisle. They remained quiet for the rest of the morning back to the farm.
So I do have a plan here, Daryl and Bo arguing, all that. I got ideas for the rest of the stuff, particularly what'll happen after the barn incident. I do plan on getting everyone to the prison and probably make an attempt at following season 3, who knows how I feel by that point. But let me know what you guys want, I'm always open for suggestions.