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Things Left Unsaid

I looked at him cautiously, my eyes instantly converted to his injury. The hand that was once there, was replaced by a weapon of destruction. "Staring at my metal huh?" He asked, smirking and looking at me with almost a sense of disgust. There was only one question I wanted to ask him.

"Where the fuck is Daryl?"

He only laughed and stared at me. I felt like he was laughing at me, like the disappearance of his brother was some kind of sick joke. From behind I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned to find it was Marcus. He ignored me and looked at Merle, "I didn't know the Dixon brothers were still alive. But I'm not surprised, you two were always tough as fucking nails." Marcus never really favored the Dixon family. Even as kids. And I never got the reason why, I mean yeah they had always been trouble, but then again we had been trouble too. Merle smiled, "Nice to see you too Marco." I held back a laugh, Marcus hated being called Marco.

I looked at my brother, "Daryl isn't with him, it's fine. Don't wait for me I'll catch up with yall later." I said, insuring my safety. He seemed skeptical but left me anyways. My attention was turned back to Merle. "Now. What happened? Did he turn?" I asked. I was scared for his answer, what if he was dead? Or even worse, one of those biters.

"Don't know, Don't care. Son of a bitch left me on a rooftop in Atlanta to die. Now are we done talkin'?"
I shook my head with disbelief, Daryl would never do that to his brother. He had always been Merle's shadow so why stop now? Merle studied my expression, smirking and trying to push past me. I grabbed his shoulder, but he grabbed my wrist. "Now listen you little lovesick bitch, lets not mention my baby brother again." I snatched my wrist away and clenched my jaw. He was such an ass. "Fuck you." Was all I could say before letting him walk away.

"Merle Dixon? Here? Hell yeah! I remember partying with that dickhead-"


Luke was the only one in favor of them besides me. But that was only because Merle would get Luke high from time to time. Marcus kept trying to shut Luke's rants about The Dixons, but Luke was never the kind to listen. "What? She's fine." I nodded agreeing with my brother, It did sting to reminisce but I wanted to relive the stories. "It's okay! Let him talk." Luke beamed with success and continued. "Remember when we threw that big bonfire when mom and dad were gone for their anniversary?" Even Marcus laughed at this, that was one of the greatest nights of my life.

"Yes! Marcus, you flipped out that night! Daryl and John Maxwell had to throw you in the garage." James chimed in. I listened to their stories and smiled. Trying to smile about his memory instead of cry. Daryl had to be alive, he was good at surviving. He stayed in the woods for days when he was nine years old and made it back just fine! I kept telling myself this over and over. I could feel Marcus' eyes growing dark and I looked away from him.

"Yeah, Macy was running around like a dumb ass asking people if they'd seen the chupacabra!" I almost died with a fit of laughter at Luke's comment. "Hey! Yall had convinced me that thing was real and I was fucked up!" I claimed, explaining myself. Daryl had been a firm believer.

Marcus was shaking his head and growing angry. I could tell these stories were getting to him. But I couldn't figure out why. "Oh man! I was so high that night-" Luke was interrupted because Marcus slammed his cup down on the kitchen counter, staring at us.

"And you know what I remember about that night? Daryl and Merle's fucking dad coming out there. Did you all forget that? Or was I the only one who seen him punch Merle in the face? Did you ever wonder why they were so wild? Why Merle was fucked up all the time? Why he left his brother in that town with that asshole of a father? No one?"

We all stared at Marcus in bewilderment. I had always knew, Daryl wasn't that good at hiding things from me. Especially with the bruising he had from time to time. It hurt my heart to see him that way. He never would cry or pour his heart out to me, that wasn't Daryl Dixon, he would go hunting. Or tracking. And I wouldn't see him for days.

"Just leave me be!" He wanted to be left alone. But a part of me wanted him to talk about it. To open up to me, to do something. I followed him out to his back yard, where he was grabbing his bags and headed for the woods. "You can't just run away from life. From me!" I called after him. He ignored me and kept going. "I won't wait forever!" I said again. This made him stop and turn around. His face was beginning to bruise already. "Then just fucking leave! No ones stoppin' yah Macy." I shook my head and looked around on the porch, seeing a beer bottle. I smiled with a mean delight and picked it up and threw it at him. "Asshole! You know you would." He dodged it and laughed a little, turning away and disappearing into the trees.

"Marcus, look lets just drop it. Okay?" I whispered, rubbing his back for comfort. He shook his head and stormed out of the room like a bat out of hell. Luke and James just looked at me with confusion and I shrugged, deciding to go lay down. I was exhausted. From everything, from traveling from the endless days of fighting. And I was also exhausted from the memories of that damn boy whose name was Daryl Dixon.


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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