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Peaches & Softie

Chapter 6 (1/2): Vatos

Carter's P.O.V
It takes Daryl a few moments to control his breathing after he stops sobbing for his brother. He slowly gets up from kneeling before aiming his crossbow at my head, Rick pulling out his Python at him as a reaction.
" Your fucking dead bitch!" I roll my eyes, walking away as Rick makes him put the crossbow down. I crouch down to see wet blood on the rooftop, creating a trail as I look up ahead slightly. I look back to see Daryl put Merle's hand in Glenn's bag, making him gag. I roll my eyes before saying, " He ain't dead yet."
" 'Da hell you talking about?" he questions walking over to me.
" Blood still bit wet, Dixie Cup. He may be bleeding but bastard's alive." I begin following the trail, the rest following my tail.
We make it inside the building as Daryl shouts for Merle, making me become more agitated by the second, feeling on edge. I almost dry heave as I smell something disgusting in the air. I walk over to see a kitchen with a stove still lighted, burnt flesh with Merle's belt.
" What's that burned stuff?" Daryl questions.
" Smart ass cauterized his stump, yet too stupid to try the bolt cutters. May've passed out or died from blood loss."
" Oh shut up bitch! He's alive, nobody can kill Merle but Merle!" he yells, stepping towards me.
" He left anyhow. Ain't seein' him for a bit Dixie boy." I point towards a smashed window, making Daryl give me a glare.
" Why wouldn't he do this shit? He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving." He tries to go and leave to find him but Rick stops him, making Daryl more annoyed.
" He couldn't have gotten that far with that injury. We'll help look around a few blocks but first, we need the guns and a plan."
Glenn comes up with an idea, stupid but good. Glenn, T-Dog, and Rick up an alley two blocks away as I run to grab the bag of guns as Daryl covers me.
Outside
Carter's P.O.V
Daryl loads his crossbow as I try to lose some of the anxiety running through her veins since I gave my bow and quiver to Rick, making sure it won't slow me down. " You got some balls for a Latina."
" I'm mixed Dixie Cup." I hear him mutter 'whatever' as I run into the street. I stab the closest one to me before grabbing the bag and a sheriff hat. ' Probably Rick's,' I think. I notice more geeks beginning to notice me as I run back down the street towards the alley. I slow down my run into a jog as I hear Daryl shouting.
" 'Da hell he shouting about?" I look to see his bow aimed at a Latino on the floor. " What the hell you doing?" I question. The screeching of tires makes me drop the bag and hat, turning around. The door of a car opens as two other Latinos come out. I punch one in the face as another grabs my arms and pins them behind my back.
" Let the fuck go! Daryl damnit! Daryl!" I yell before the guy grabs my legs, throwing me in the car.
Daryl's P.O.V
I look back from the Mexican to see Carter being thrown in a car as two others follow her. As the car drives away I try and catch up before slowing to a stop. " Come back here, you sumbitches!" I yell. I close the gate before grabbing the bag and running over to T-Dog and Rick. " I'm gonna kick your nuts up in your throat!" I yell at the Mexican, still yelling things in Spanish as well.
" Whoa, whoa. What happened? Where's Carter?" Rick questions, making me look over at him.
" Bastard's buddies took her with 'em!" I pause for a moment, ' Why do I care about her?' I question before speaking, " Don't matter. Let's go, we got the guns dammit. Bitch got what she deserves."
" Just because you don't care for her doesn't mean we don't. Let's go back, bring him," he snaps pointing at the Mexican before beginning his walk back, us following as I and T-Dog pull the Mexican with us.
Carter's P.O.V
They cover my head with a bag as they drive off. I hear Daryl yell something but it becomes muffled by the bag. One pair of hands grabs my arms as the other keeps my legs together.
" Damn. You broke my jaw bitch!" one exclaims.
" Quit whining, we're almost back," another one says. I feel the car slow down before I'm dragged out and being pulled inside a room, hands now tied to the back of a chair, a light above my head but the bag still on me. The bag gets pulled off my head, making me squint and blink a few times so I'm able to see. I look up slightly to see a Latino above me, staring.
" My name is Guillermo. I wanna question why you broke one of my man's jaw and tried to steal my guns?"
I stay quiet for a moment, then giving a shrug before speaking. " No name on the bag, don't like being touched. Tell your little guard that too."
" Well, we need more details out of you so you're gonna get touched in a very painful way." I roll my eyes in annoyance as he lets a guy in. I muffle what he says about him in my head as he leaves the room. I look up slightly to see the guy crack his knuckles, making a smirk cross my face. ' Shoulda' tied my legs assholes.'

Hideout
Daryl's P.O.V
After a little talk with Miguel or whatever his name is he tells us where his gang is hiding her, annoying me more that we're wasting time yet somewhat relieved. ' You hate her dumbass, shut up.'
The door of their hideout opens, a guy with tattoos in front of them, who I'm guessing is G. " You okay little man?"
" They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal."
" We were hoping for a calm discussion," Rick states.
" That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me."
" Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides."
" Who's the girl to you anyway? You don't look related."
" She's one of our group, more or less. I'm sure you have a few like him." I feel myself getting more and more tired of this little discussion, making me intervene and question 'bout my brother.
" Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got a nice, feisty and curvy Latina. You interested? Because if you're not we definitely are." I feel something in the pit of stomach grow, making my grip on my bow tighter. ' What the hell am I feeling?'
" I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade."
" Don't sound even to me."
" G. Come on, man," the kid whines, making me frustrated.
" See, this Latina is really nice, but she took down more men in there than you guys suffered. More to the point, where's my bag of guns?" I feel that feeling in my chest again, annoying me more and more until I see two guys on the roof walk to the edge with one in between them with a bag over their head. As soon they take it I see who it is quickly. Carter.
She has blood coming down her forehead and jaw and a bruise on her jaw as well with her lip bleeding slightly, making me cringe as the guy keeps talking. " She took down five of our men inside our hideou-" A scream of pain cuts him off. I look up to see her kicking one of the guy's kneecap before kicking him in the head, making him fall off the roof. A few other guys on the roof grab her quickly as I smirk at her slightly. ' Damn the military.'

" Make that six guys. I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." The group of guys pulls her away from the roof as the rest go back inside, locking the door. A moment passes before Glenn states, " We gotta get her back."

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