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The woods. There was something about this place to me, the openess I guess. I don't know, I'm not really good with words. But all I know is, in the woods I felt more secure than anything. I would escape to the woods everytime something went wrong, It was my safe house. I used to think of going off somewhere, building a cabin or somethin' far off deep into the woods by myself. Maybe Merle with me. Lord knows I'd take her. I could still see flashes of her face in my head. Almost like I've gone crazy. I even could've bet on anything I saw her lastnight in that arena. But then again it could have been anyone. So much was going on in that amount of time, my mind was all over the place.

Macy was someone who had always been there. When Merle left, when my mom went up in flames. Through all my shit, she continued to stay. Hell, sometimes I didn't even want her too. But no matter what the hell I said, she was there. I wasn't the best guy to get along with and I sure as hell didn't know my way around a woman that I actually cared for. That girl had made me feel like I had a purpose. Like I ment something. And I would never forget her for that. Even after the world has gone to shit, I would still remember her. Remember her till I was six feet under, which in this new way of life might not be too far from now.

Merle and I had been walking for a long while. And for the first time in my life I'd rather be at that stupid prison with the group than in the woods with my own brother. I wanted to just force him into the prison. Just make Rick and them see how much he could help. It was just gettin' him there that was the problem. I couldn't help but still wonder about Macy. If I actually saw her or if it was my mind playin' tricks on me. I shook it off and kept walking, trying to not seem so damn distracted. But knowin' Merle, he'd end up askin' me any way.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" I rolled my eyes at his question and shrugged, "Nuthin'." I grunted. I didn't want him knowing I was even thinkin' about her. I'd get bullshit for it for days. Merle fell behind a little, almost laughing, "Somethin' on your mind little brother?" He asked mockingly. I shook my head, wantin' to shake it off. But I knew I couldn't, she was like a tick. Stuck on me and wouldn't let go.

"Was ah, was Mace at Woodbury?" I just fucking said it. Blurted it out and didn't even make eye contact. Like my question ment nothin'. Merle almost laughed, "You mean that tight little piece of ass from back in the day? Nahh man, trust me. She ain't there." He didn't ask any more questions and we walked in silence. Him callin' her a piece of tight ass made me want to just deck his sorry ass in the face. But knowing me I wasn't going to. I asn't gonna' lie to myself, I felt pain. A sting in the heart, my hopes were gone. Macy was gone.

After awhile, Merle stopped to take a piss. "Yeah, we'll be just fine." He muttered. I continued to look around. The prison was better than this. Merle continued to talk, "Find us a meal in a minute." I raised my bow slightly, looking for any signs of walkers. "Man, ain't nothin' out here but, skeetas and ants." I retorted. He sighed, "Patience little brother, Sooner or later, squirrels bound to skurry across your path." I kept on scanning the area, arguing, "Even so that ain't much food." He grunted a little, "More than nothin'." He was right, but I was trying to get him to look at my side. The better side. "Better luck going to one of them houses we passed back on the turn off." Back in the direction of the group. Merle started to zip his pants, "That what your ah, new friends taught you? Hmm?" He asked, turning around. I didn't look his way. "Howdah' loot for booty?" I still wouldn't look at him. He was trying his best to piss me off.

"We've been at it for hours." I stated, "Or we could find a stream, try to look for some fish." I raised my crossbow again, trying to busy myself from this conversation. "I think you're just tryna lead me back to the road man, get me over to that prison." He said with accussation. I leaned against the tree and kicked my foot back. Maybe he would see my side of things. "It's got shelter.. Food. Pot to piss in might not be a bad idea." Merle was bent down, looking up at me with a smile. "For you maybe. Ain't gone be no damn party for me." He got back up and I was still trying to persuade him. "Maybe you'll get used to eachother."

"They're all dead. Makes no difference." He said. I lowered my bow, feeling a little concerned. "How can you be so sure?" I asked. I tried to sound like I didn't care, but I knew Merle could see past it. "Right about now, He's probably hosting a house warmin' party. Where's he gone bury what's left of your pals." I couldn't help but feel guilty. Because I wasn't there pulling my weight, helping them like I have been. I stayed quiet and Merle kept walking, "Lets hook some fish. Come on." And like the little puppy bastard I was, I followed him.

"Why are you so concerned with that woman anyways? Huh? Your brother not good enough? You need that group too?" He kept on the subject. But I just Ignored him, wantin' to drop it already. "Just forget it." I grunted, walking ahead of him. Wel walked for awhile, Merle muttering about something every now and then. I stayed quiet. Didn't have much to say to him.

We walked for what seemed forever. Everything he said I argued against. I couldn't help it though, he was getting on my damn nerve. Everything was like a competition and he seemed to act like he always won. Or he always knew better. In the far off distance I could hear a crie. Sounded like a damn baby crying.

"You hear that?" I asked, Merle nodded, "Yeah, wild animals getting wild." I disagreed, "Nah that's a baby." That wasn't the sound of no damn animal love making. "Oh come on, why don't you just piss in my ear and tell me it's rainin' too. That there's the sound of couple coons makin' love sweet love, know what I mean?" I didn't laugh at his joke and walked towards the babie's cries. My mind instantly shot flashes of little asskicker and I went straight for it. We came up to a bridge, I could hear the sound of spanish words firing through the air. Merle only laughed, telling them to jump. I brushed past him, ignoring his arugment on trying to stop me.

I didn't really know why I was helpin' these people. It was just a reaction I was havin'. I ran onto the bridge, shooting an arrow through the first bastard's head. My brother watched as if we were acting out a show just for him. There was atleast six or seven walkers. I took out all that I could with ease, killing these assholes were something that I was used to. Merle surprised me by shooting one down, covering me. The beaner kept speaking spanish to me, but his words only confused the fuck out of me. "Speak english!" I said. He only replied with more mexican shit.

I took out the last walker by stabbing it in the head, along with kicking the shit head over the bridge. I looked over to see my brother raiding their car. The mexican tried to stop him, but he replied with a gun pointed at his head. "Slow down beaner, that ain't no way to say thank you."

"Let em' go." I said, but Merle didn't give a shit about what I said. "Nahh, least they can do is give us ah, enchilada or somethin' huh?" He leaned inside the car again, "Easy does it senorita, everything's gone be fine." I didn't know what I was doing. But I needed to stop him. These people seemed like good people and I didn't want to be the kind to just take from them. So why should I stand by and let my brother?

I raised my bow to my brother's back, nudging him slightly. "Get out of the car." I ordered. Merle didn't move. "I know you're not talkin to me brother." I kept my bow raised to his back. I turned to the mexican, "Get in your car and get the hell outta' here!" I demanded. They just needed to leave while they still had the chance. "Go! Get in your car!" They scurried into their vehicle and Merle looked back at me. We started at eachother, my eyes determined and stern. He pushed my crossbow out of his face, and I turned and walked away.

For the first time I had actually went against my brother, and that was a first for me. I had actually seemed to outshine him. A rage grew inside of me, a rage about everything. When we were kids. Our father. My mother burning alive. Macy leaving me. All of it was weighing down on me at once. I had constantly been living in Merle's shadow, always doing what Merle wanted. And I had found a group, with people that I belonged with. They were the only people I felt like I belonged with besides Macy. And I only wish I'd realized that sooner.

"The shit you doin' point that thing at me?" He was on me. I could almost feel his angry breath on the back of my neck. "They were scared man." I was hoping he'd just shut up for once. "They were rude is what they were, rude and they owed us a token of gratitude." I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. It was called a good service. "Aweh, they didn't owe us nothin'." He was still on me, "You helped them people out of the goodness of your heart, even though you might die doin' it is that somethin' your sheriff Rick taught you?" I was done with the Rick comments. I was done with his comments. He didn't know a damn thing and I was only getting pissed. "There was a baby!" I yelled, stopping my stride and facing him.
"Oh! And otherwise, you would have just left em to the biters then?" I knew what this argument was really about. He was blaming me for not rescuing him myself. Like I had so many times before. "Man I went back for yah, you weren't there. I didn't cut off your hand neither, you did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. Now you asked for it." He sarted to laugh at my harsh words, "You, you know what's funny to me? You and sheriff Rick, are like this now." crossing his fingers to prove his point. "Right? Mm, I bet yah a penny and a fiddle of gold that you never told him that we were planning on robbing that camp blind."

"Didn't happen."

"Yeah, it didn't. Cause I wasn't there to help you!"

"Oh what like when we were kids? Huh? Who left who then?" I was laying it all out on the table. His face grew full of anger. "What?! Huh?! Is that why I lost my hand?!" He expected me to always be there when he never was. And I had been for the most part, but I was done doing it now.

"You lost your hand cause you're a simple minded piece of shit!" I turned away from him, but his hands were on me, and I fell, causing my shirt to rip.

He grew quiet, he had never seen my scars. I think Macy caught a glimpse once. But she never asked, she knew asking me wouldn't get her the answer. But Merle, he never knew. He thought he was the only one. "I-I didn't know he was-"

"Yeah he did." I could feel my eyes watering. And the liquid stung. "He did the same to you." I remembered seeing it done to Merle, the harsh memories. The beatings. I could remember it like it was yesterday. The images and the pain were still vivid in my head. "That's why you left first." I grabbed my bow and stood up.

"I had to man, I would've killed him otherwise." His voice sounded unsure and shaky. I knew where I was headed, and it was his decision or not to follow me. "Where you goin?!" He called. I stopped for a second, "Back where I belong." I said. He stumbled for his words, "I can't go with yah, I-I tried to kill that black bitch, damn near killed the chinease kid."

"He's korean."

"Whatever! Don't matter man I just can't go with you."

I never thought I'd leave my brother Merle, I never even really left him for Macy. Because I didn't know. I hadn't realize the mistake behind being there. And that was my biggest regret.

"You know, I might be the one walking away, but your the one that's leavin'. Again."

And I began to walk away.

"Daryl!" I kissed him on the cheek, seeing him flinch slightly. He always flinched at my touch. I hadn't seen him in almost a week. His trip to the woods had been longer this time. "Hey Mace." He whispered, setting his back down. I rubbed my hand against his cheek, trying to ignore his move to cringe away from my hand. "I'm glad you're back. You left me for too long.." I said. I wrapped my arms around him and I felt him do the same. His arms around me was the safest place in the world. Everything was in place. Everything was where it needed to be. "So, what are you cooking me?" He asked, smiling a little. I laughed, "Spaghetti." I shrugged. It was the only decent thing I could cook. We sat together, ate our shitty spaghetti and laughed. Smoking cigarettes and enjoying each others company. It was nice, nice to have everyone away. Just me and him. "You know I love you right?" I said. He looked down at cigarette, ashing it into his beer can and not making eye contact. "Yeah, I know." He said. I raised my eyebrows slightly, relighting my cancer stick. "And?" I muttered. He half smiled, "What?" He asked. I let out a harsh breath and blew my smoke in his face. "Oh! You want me to say it back? Hell no." He said playfully. Acting like it was the most disgusting thing in the world. I stood up and hit him in the arm, "Asshole! I take it back then!" Walking away with my plate. But he grabbed me, pulling me onto his lap and looking at me face to face. I could feel his breath on my face and I stared at him. He had never made such a bold move. "No, don't take it back." He whispered.


So most of you know this scene for season 3 episode 10. But I changed it up a little, and added Daryl's insight and his feelings for Macy. Let me know what you think! Comments please! Anyone?


I love it so good
Ceeekes Ceeekes

Yes, This next chapter will be from both sides, which i'm writing now. I just hope I can pull it off! I want to portray him in the right way. But thank you!!(:

Even if we already know what happens, I'm glad to see what happens next. Are you gonna do a chapter from Daryl's POV? I'd like to see what he is thinking. Great job!
Okgurl87 Okgurl87

@Death_to_Roses I wanted to stop so that it'd have more suspense. Yeah you guys all know what happens to Daryl and Merle, but not Macy (; The next chapter will be up probably tomorrow night. Maybe even tonight because I am already writing it now.

Why stop it there? It really makes no sense since we all know this happens so the shock factor isn't really all that effective. :/ I just want mooore.
Death_to_Roses Death_to_Roses