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The house was massive, and dislocated from society. Daryl moved through it, watching every shadow. once he was satisfied with the null of walkers, he went back out to the group.
"Its good." the moved in. On a whim Daryl turned the faucet in the kitchen on. It sputtered pathetically for a moment then started to spit out rust colored water, then it roared to life and Daryl jumped back as it splashed his shirt. He hadn't expected it to actually work, so he'd turned it all the way on. He smiled and let the water run on his hands for a moment before turning it off.
"We've got water." He called, then he jogged up the stairs. He stopped, there was a door here that he hadn't opened yet. He placed his hand on the handle and twisted. It slipped open, revealing a woman's room. He walked inside and frowned. There was a single bed, twin size, built for one. The curtains were blood red and thick, heavy. almost no sun leaked into the room. He went to the window and opened the curtains, it took some effort. He turned back to the roof and jumped out of his skin, there was a giant zombie poster on one wall. He frowned then, and went to the poster and tore it down. He looked around, there was detailed artwork all over the walls. Whoever lived in this room was... for lack of a better word, insane. He looked around the room and went to the dresser. It was cluttered with photographs. He wondered who the girl was that lived in his room. He actually wanted to know more about her. there were shelves and shelves of porcelain dolls, most of them had dead eyes. Glenn walked in.
"Oo...creepy," He shuddered. "Whoever lived in here was a nutter." He mumbled, looking aorund the door. He flopped down on the bed and shot back up.
"Holy s**t!" He exclaimed. '
"Whats wrong?" daryl exclaimed, whirling back around.
"Theres a lumps of something under there..." He whined. Daryl pulled the blankets back and paused. It was a giant pair of headphones,attached to an I-pod. Daryl giggled softly. Before he could say anything sarcastic the boy bumped the dresser and a small kitten came yowling out. Daryl nearly shot it, but it shot up his leg and darted into his arms. He coddled the tiny animal gently. He was defintely a cat person. tHe cat was half starved, for a baby especially. He wondered how it got in the room.
"Careful there, Glenn, it might get you." He smiled, and Glenn glared, opened his mouth, then shut it and stared back.
"What?"
"what, what?"
"You just called me Glenn."
"Yeah...point?"
"I just... didn't know that you knew my name..." He answered, then he absently shook himself and wandere doff. Daryl laughed and left the room. He needed to find a place to sleep. He needed the perfect bed. Since there was nealry 15 beds in the house he figured he'd find one. He didn't even think to try the bed in the girls bedroom because it was a girls bed and a single. But once he'd tried every bed in the house he found himself back at the girl room. He begrudgingly laid down and shuddered. It was perfect. he wasn't a picky man, not by a hell of a long shot, but he like a nice bed with the type of firmness that squished a little once you settled, but remained firm when you moved. He closed his eyes and was nearly out before he could even think. He shook himself back up and sat up. He went back out ot his trukc and pulled out his things.
"found your self a room then?" He nodded.
"Yep."
"It'll be weird sleeping inside." T-dog said absently, following him inside. when they got to the room, T-dog burst out laughing. Daryl shot him a glare.
"ITs the bed. I like it." He answered and sat on it. The kittne jumped on him, makign him jump a little. T-dog nearly shot it, but daryl held up his hand.
"Aww... tis a kitten." T-dog said and leaned over to pet the cats head. the cat nearly bit him it was so enthused by the hand at its head. "Where'd you find it?"
"He tried to kill Glenn." Daryl laughed.
"Glenn?" He seemed surprised too.
that night Daryl slept better then he had in weeks. When he woke up he, T-dog and Carl went out for a walk. he promised to teach the young boy how to hunt, and T-dog wanted to learn to. It was a hassle, but he liked to teach. He was far better then his dad. He remembered his dad beating him for missing a bucks heart once.
"Relax, carl." Daryl said softly, next to the boys ear. They were laying on their bellies. There was an hog scraping at the dirt with its hooves. It paused when Daryl's poke. "Take a deep breath." He said gently. "Aim..." Carl was a fast learned. "Release." Carl pulled the trigger, but the bolt whizzed by the hogs stomach. Daryl winced at the animal squealed and took off running.
"I'm sorry." He whimpered, letting his head hit the dirt.
"Eh, c'mon.' He said with a smile. They followed the trail to the bolt and wandered bakc through the woods. he paused, smelling smoke.
"Smell that?" He asked T-dog. He;d been teaching the man to hone his instincts, namely his nose. The man paused and sniffed the air. He was a mouth breather, which mad eit harder to re-learn nse breathing.
"Yeah... smells like... campfire." He answered. They changed direction until they heard the sounds of yelling.
"You ******** worthless piece of s**t b***h!" There was an older man, wearing a torn up pair of jeans and a T-shirt outside a cabin with a spiral of smoke coming out of the top, beating on a small teenager. "I'm gonna take this out on your a** little whore!" He snarled, hitting the boy with his cane again.
"I'm sorry Daddy... I'm sorry!" The boy sobbed and Daryl's nostrils flared. The man shoved the boy over, pinning his hands down he started undoing his pants.
"Daryl-" T-dog whispered, trying to grab the man back as he loaded his crossbow and stormed out towards the man.
"Hey!" Daryl shouted and the man paused, "Stop it!" He snarled and the man turned. He grabbed his gun from his hip and pointed it at Daryl.
"Who the ******** are you people?" He demanded, two more men came out of the cabin, one was shirtless and they were armed.
"It doesn't ******** matter." Daryl snarled, he hadn't really thought this part through. The boy sat up, shakily and stared at Daryl. "you were... I..."
"Me beating him was none of your business..." The man suddenly grinned, it was feral sexual thing and Daryl traced it, glancing back at Carl. "Aren't you cute." The man purred, taking a step forward. Daryl side stepped, eclipsing the view of Carl. The man frowned. "I'm Adrian, thats my Son, David. Thats Saxon and thats Latimer." He said slowly.
Daryl didn't know what to do. The man, Adrian, held up his hands then slowly replaced his gun in his holster, Saxon and Latimer did the same. After a moment Daryl lowered his brossbow. his eyes flickered over to the boy, David,hwo was still laying on the ground.
"I'm Daryl, Thats T-dog." He answered, he purposely didn't give Carl a name, becaus ehe knew what the man was. He didn't want him to think about Carl, he wanted to keep his mind on him.
"Why are you here?" Saxon demanded, still obviously on edge. He kept his hand on his gun, just in case.
"We stumbled upon you and Daryl lost his head." t-dog answered. "Beating up kids pisses him off." That was an understatement. The only reason Ed had lived as long as he had was because everytime Daryl went ot intervene Merle would grab his shoulder and tell him it wasn't his business. Well, Merle was dead, and he wasn't gunna just leave a kid to be hurt.
"I think yer just a bunch of looters" Latimer said, darkly.
"I think we have a problem then." Adrian said, hand on his waist. "Y'all better get the hell out of here." He said after a moment. "Or I'll have to kill you." Daryl paused.
"We aren't looters. I can get what i need find enough." His eyes fell on David, who quickly looked away. "I just hate *****."
He saw the next move coming. The man wanted carl, desperately, every few seconds he moved slightly to the right, to get a better veiw of the officers son. Then suddenly he drew his gun and went to shoot Daryl. daryl was faster. He setna n arrow through his head. The man was lined up with the shirtless man, Saxon and it went into his chest. The boys shuddered a little and scrambled away from the fallen body. Latimer was at the saxons side, he didn't try to kill Daryl. Daryl when to the tiny Teens side, and the boy scrambled bakc again.
"please don't hurt me." He sobbed.
"I'm not going to hurt you, kid." Daryl siad softly. Befoore he could say nything more the boy passed out. Daryl paused adn went to him. Then he scooped him up and shrugged.
"Wait..." Saxon cried. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like."
"I don't understand why you'd do this..." He sobbed. "Not like it was any of your business is he was beatin his kid."
"That why you didn't intervene?" He answered darkly.
"Yeah..." Saxon admitted, then turned back to his friend. The man had stopped gasping for air and he frowned. "Lat... Lat?" He slapped his face then froze. "LAt?!" His voice broke. "N-n-no..." He began to sob loudly, his face bubbling over with tears. T-sog went over and retried Daryls Arrow. tHe man pulled out his gun and shot himself, Daryl shook a little then turned away.
Daryl turned and walked away. Carl followed quickly, but T-dog lingered.
"they're dead, might as well check there stuff..." T-dog offered and Daryl kept walking. T-dog sighed and followed.
After a long while they were abcka t the mansion.
"Who the hell is that?"
"Kid." Daryl answered. "Named David." He answered. "I..." He shrugged. "Couldn't just leave him." He answered.
Later...
David had more bruises then skin. He the only place he wasn't bruised too badly was his face. He barely responded when anyone came in the room, except if it was a man. He'd tense up so badly he ended ripping stitches. Daryl didn't bother to visit him, since he was terrified of men. Carol spent most of her time in there, with him, keeping him company, bringing him food. He as a tiny think, no bigger then Sophia, but after a little bit of Q&A, they found that he was 17, nearly 18, and Adrian was not in fact his birth father, he was his step father, that had started abusing him when his mother died at age 9. rick grilled him hard, and the boy answered every question without pausing. He didn't look Rick in the eye, and he kept his head down the entire time.
"Look at me." Rick said softly and the boy tensed up, eye widening. He didn't moved. "Please." The boy finally looked up. "My name is Rick Grimes. I am not gunna hurt you. I swear on my life I'd rather die. No one hear will hurt you. I promise." The boy started to relax a little. "You need to understnd that." He nodded. "I don't think your a threat... so I'm going to uncoff you, alright?" The boy shifted his hand on the bed post. Rick unbound him and he rubbed his wrist.
Daryl picked up the IPOD and put the ehadphones on. he flipped through the music for a while and fell asleep like that. In the night he shot upward when he heard footsteps. The IPOD had turned itsself off. The boy was wandering aorund the house.
"What are you doin?" He snarled. the boy flew himself into the wall opisite of Daryl.
"Don't kill me." He whined. hen he changed he slid closer. "Please." He slid his hands over Dayrls chest and Daryl froze.
"What the hell?"
"I'll do anything jsut don't kill me." He whispered, his voice had a husky sexy undertone and Daryl made a distgusted look.
"Get offa me." He snarled and pushed the boy back. "What are you doin up?" He paused, then looked down.
"I was..." He paused, like whateer he was going to say would upset Daryl, get him beaten to raped.
"Well?"
"please don't hurt me, I'm sorry." He whimpered, he wrapped his hands in his hair.
"Calm down!" Daryl exclaimed, leading him into his room. He set him down on the bed and sat next to him. "What did you need?"
"Your not gunna hurt me?" He seemed scared. "And you don't want to have sex with me?" He was very confused.
"No."
"I... I was trying to find water." He mumbled. "I'm so thirsty." He whined gripping his throat. "I'm sorry." Daryl paused.
"Thats all?" The boy nodded. "here." He leaned over and picke dup a bcantten. He offered it and the boy drank, he stopped only long enough to gasp loudly and pant, then he drank again. Daryl helped him back to his room, and roused Carol.
"Go to bed." He told the woman and she noddded.
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