death parade ♰ daryl dixon

𝟬𝟬𝟯. what remains.

Nadia had fixated on the leather of her tarted belt that she didn't notice Rick Grimes sitting beside her. Until he made himself known. "You were right," His word made her jump, attention now to him. "To aim this at my head." Rick was fiddling with her pistol, eyes flickering to her every so often.

If this was a poor attempt to initiate an apology on her part, she wasn't having it. "I don't know what you want from me. But I'm not begging to get that off you," She motioned to her gun.

A sigh left Rick's lips, as he retrieved her axe from his belt. Nadia backed up slightly, eyes sharp and warning. Rick held his hands up, meaning no harm. "I came to apologise. Daryl was just being cautious by taking this from you. You're with us now, whether you like it or not, and I was just being selfish." Rick explained, as he passed her favourite melee weapon. "If I were you, I would've done the same thing." Now, passing her the pistol.

The woman's eyes lit up with surprise, most people would have her killed on the spot for what she did. Rick however agreed with the actions she took, even if it was an attempt at his life. Biting her lip, analysing the weapon to avoid his gaze, she concealed her expression from him. There was no need for strong bonds, even if she was grateful.

"We'll get him back, with or without the deal. I promise," Rick reassured while placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Another promise was made and her heart sank further.

Swallowing her pride, Nadia nodded appreciatively. "Thanks." However, the ghost of a glare from Daryl, who was waiting patiently behind Rick, didn't go unnoticed.

    It was strange, to hear someone so understanding. Nadia was grateful but she wouldn't forget what he did. Rick seemed level headed and determined, however he had threaten to sabotage their chance at rescuing Javier moments ago. And no one was getting in her way.

Rick shifted his attention from the sitting woman to the group around him. "Alright, I need everyone watching me. This might go south, just be ready." Rick ordered.

Without a second thought, every disbanded into their positions. Sasha assumed her position with her scope casting a watchful eye for Rick, and Daryl followed suit. Tyreese offered to watch over the hostages with Nadia by his side.

The sheriff was on the lower ground in seconds, below the group, preparing the negotiation with the new officers below. His hands raised, discussing the best option for the deal. The group above is out of earshot hear. Nadia occupied herself by scanning the hostages over, grasping tightly to the zip tie to add more pressure to the hold. The larger officer cursed, as she tinkered with the restraint. They couldn't take any chances.

Assessing the situation, Daryl was quick to snap his fingers at the pair behind him but his eyes stayed trained on the new vehicle leaving the scene. The plan was sealed. We were ready to leave for the hospital, and a sigh of relief left Nadia at the thought.

Nodding towards Tyreese, Nadia signalled to repress the hostages in the truck. Roughly, Nadia escorted the male officer into the backseat with her following suit beside him. The other hostage was placed in another car with Tyreese, Noah and Sasha, while Daryl settled the front of the same truck as Nadia.

The truck bumped against each crack and crevis of the decaying parking garage, making its way down each floor. She shuffled slightly in the back, feeling a burning gaze on her. Nadia stared up at the rearview mirror and quickly spotted Daryl's blue ones darting away from her stare. The woman furrowed her brows, hand gripping her gun in her lap, shaking the feeling from within her off.

Reaching the bottom, Rick was quick to jump into the passenger seat of their truck. The man turned and spoke. "Seems like they goin' to take the offer of two. We're getting them... all of 'em."