((Walkie-Talkie Key: Glenn, Elliot, Daryl)) This will be used when any of them are talking on the walkie-talkie. It will be clear when they are using it.
Glenn? Maybe it wasn't the Glenn he was thinking about… maybe it was just a coincidence.
Daryl held the walkie-talkie in his hand so tightly that he felt like it would break. He loosened his grip a little, but he was still sure it wouldn't slip.
"Kid. What's yer name?"
"Elliot."
"How 'bout yer last name?"
"Rhee. Why?"
Oh. Oh. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Damn it, Glenn…
"Just hold on there, okay?"
He shoved the walkie-talkie back into his pocket and ran as fast as his legs could carry him, crossbow slung on his back. Daryl wasn't about to let other little girl die because of his ignorance. "Glenn!" He sighed. "Where the hell has that kid gone to now…?"
"You looking for Glenn?" Maggie stepped in front of Daryl. "He's in the house. Why?"
"Nothing, I just…" Just what? "I found a hat in the forest. I wanted to know if it was his."
"Where's the hat? I can give it to him."
Daryl shook his head. "No, I got it. I'll give it to him."
Maggie looked at Daryl suspiciously. "I ain't doin' anything. It'll save you the troub-"
"I said I'll do it."
It was quiet for a minute, but Daryl wouldn't turn away and stop looking at her. It meant defeat.
At least that's what Merle taught him.
She scoffed and walked away. "Jesus. I just wanted to help."
Daryl entered the house and found Glenn sitting at the dinner table.
"Short round. You… you got a sister, right?"
"Yeah. I have three. Wh….why?"
"One of them named Elliot?"
Glenn nodded. "Wait. I don't remember telling you that."
Daryl took the walkie-talkie out of his pocket and threw it at Glenn.
Glenn picked it up and pressed the button.
Hello?
Hi…
He dropped the walkie-talkie in shock.
"That's Elliot. That's my sister… How… How did you find this?"
"I was in the woods huntin' squirrel."
"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, Daryl… thank you." The Korean stood up and hugged Daryl before the redneck could realize what was going on. Daryl flinched at Glenn's touch. Usually if someone touched him, that would mean that scars and bruises would follow. Daryl sighed. "Come on, kid. Let go. We got a girl to save." Glenn let go and nodded. Daryl could see tears running down his face.
"Thank you."
The two approached Rick, who was sitting near his tent doing nothing in particular. (doing stuff... and things. mwahahaha)
We'll give ya somethin' to do. Daryl thought.
He nodded towards Glenn, who looked down and shuffled his feet.
"Umm...Rick, we need to get back to the CDC."
He looked up at Glenn like he was delusional. "It's gone now."
"No, Rick, you don't understand. My sister… she's trapped in one of the buildings near there. Please, Rick, we have to get her," Glenn begged.
"Your sister?"
Glenn nodded frantically.
"How do you know it's your sister? How do you even know if she's there?"
Glenn showed him the walkie-talkie that Elliot dropped. "She has the other one. Daryl talked to her. She's there. She needs help, Rick. Please."
Rick sighed.
"This is crazy. We can;t risk going back there."
Glenn whimpered. "Please, Rick. I can't just let her die out there."
"C'mon, Rick. It's a little girl," Daryl said.
But Daryl knew what he was thinking. He was thinking the same thing.
The last time I went out to go help a little girl, I let her down.
I failed her.
Rick shook his head and laughed.
"All right. Fine. Go get what you need and we'll go." He called out to Lori to tell her he was just going on a "supply run."
Glenn looked at him thankfully and went to go grab his shot gun.
"Thank you."
((Conversation between Elliot and Daryl))
Hey, kid. You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm still alive, aren't I?
She could hear the man scoff.
Yeah. You're still alive. We're comin' ta get ya, okay?
We? ... Who's we?
It was quiet for a moment. Daryl wanted her brother to be a surprise.
We as in me and… my friend. Just hang in there a little while longer.
Okay.
We're coming.
Thank you.
mKay bye~
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