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Post S6 premiere | Daryl Dixon finds himself alone and in trouble.
He’s been separated from the others. The herd is long gone, a few stragglers here and there but he can deal. It’s not the first time he’s been alone and it won’t be last, he supposes. Granted, losing the bike pissed him off greatly but assuming that their plan had worked and Alexandria was safe- he’d find his way back.
But then. A flash of blonde hair and he thinks walker and misses, misses, the movement to his left. Must be more dehydrated and exhausted then he thought. The familiar click of a safety and he knows he’s fucked.
“Lower the bow, slowly.” Quiet. Pressed.
He does. Glances to the brunette and notices the shaky grip on her 9mm. She white knuckles it and might shoot him by accident if he’s real unlucky today.
“Don’t mean no trouble. Just passing through.”
“They all say that.” Firmer this time, accusing. The blonde joins, knife in hand. Short hair, fidgeting, just as young as the brunette. To his right, he notes more footsteps.
“’s just me. Got no agenda. Lemme grab the bow and I’ll leave-”
“Like hell you are. I’m gonna tie you up and we wait and see if your group shows up to rescue you.” The guy appears twitchy, nervous. They seem scared of him, which is amusing given that they are in control of the situation, but it’s also dangerous. Fear makes people stupid and he won’t die because three idiots don’t know how to deal with one other person who’s not even a threat.