They don't know about us (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Part 4

"Get off me! Get off me! Daryl! Daryl!" I yelled looking at Daryl with pleading eyes.

A car pulled up behind us and they start to back up. One of the Walkers was crushed by one of the Mexicans. The group fled leaving their other member behind. but they took me with them.

As soon as they got me in the van I was knocked out. I woke up with blurry vision. But I could hear people talking faintly. I strained to listen in.

"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal."

"Cops do that?" Cops? Rick???

"Not him. This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me." Don't talk about Dar-bear that way.

"Shut up" Daryl oh my god Daryl. Please get me out of here.

"Hey, that's that Vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up, homes, huh?" Oh no

"Chill, ese, chill. Chill. This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man." the first man spoke again.

"We were hoping more for a calm discussion," Rick responded. Of course always the peacekeeper.

"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me." Well, he has a point there.

"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides." Rick responded.

"Who's that dude to you anyway? You don't look related."

"She's one of our group. I'm sure you have a few like her." Rick said. Wait... they really accept me as part of their group..?

"You got my brother in there?" Daryl asked. I could tell he was worried. But I doubt anybody else could pick that up in his voice.

Why can I still not see? Why is it so dark???

"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got a pretty girl. You interested?" I cringed at those words. I heard an audible growl come from Daryl. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Not again. Not again. I can't go through this again. Please Daryl please save me.

"I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade." Rick yes get me out of here.

"Don't sound even to me." Son of a bitch just let me go.

"G. Come on, man." It must have been his guy who said that.

"My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?" Shit.

"Guns?" Rick asked. Don't play dumb get me out of here.

"You're mistaken." Rick If you don't get me out of here I'm going to feed you to the walkers.

"I don't think so." G responded.

"About it being yours. It's my bag of guns." Rick just get me out I'm going to have an anxiety attack.

"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?"

"You could do that. Or not." Dary said with venom dripping from his voice.

"Come on, man. Make the trade. Please." Glenn said.

Then I was being moved. I didn't know where but I knew I was moving. A bag got pulled over my head and I realized I was on a rook above the rest of the group. I saw Daryl's eyes go wide with fear, that shifted to rage when he looked at the other group's leader.