Another week had one by and I was still stuck in this stupid prison. Daryl had not seen Rick since that talk the previous night and it really made him nervous. He did not know why he just felt slightly betrayed and hurt. He thought he had someone to talk to finally but it was a fake. He would not be going home until he served 'his time' in jail. One year in here would drive him to madness. He already was going mad because of the two weeks.
"You promised." Daryl whispered as he looked down at his hands. He made fists with them and brought them up to head. On each side he grabbed at his hair and remembered what Rick had said. He decided to keep it long. Just get the ends trimmed and a good wash. He was able to keep his hair pretty decent when it came to simple grooming.
He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand and leaned back against the cement blocks. He had left his Irish Terrier alone at home. Hopefully Merle would have the guilt strong enough to take care of her. He missed her. The one thing he had left from Merle before they got in a fight and he left again. Merle spent all his money and bought him an Irish Terrier pup.
He smiled slightly at the memory and chewed on his nail with the want to just go home. To curl up on the old broken couch and watch some random shit on TV. Probably just some morning toons that amused him by the colors and dialog.
"Dixon, you're bailed out." He heard from the left of him. He looked up in disbelief with wide eyes and stood confused. The guard unlocked the cell and waited for Daryl.
The archer walked out of the cell that had been his home, and waited for the cop to close the door. He pushed forward and made Daryl lead the way out. The archer kept his head down and itched to know who had bailed him out. His brother was to broke to do so and Rick had apparently given up on him.
He was given his old clothes as he exited the place and was told the person wanted him to change. He nodded at the man and was pointed to a nearby restroom he could change in.
He walked into the bathroom and brushed by a man exiting. He walked into the stall and quickly changed before walking out. He strided over to the sink and gazed into his reflection. Stubble had already started to grow on his chin and his hair was almost down to his shoulders. His face was rough and he shook his head as he turned on the faucet.
He let the water run as he gazed at it going down the drain. He dryly chuckled as he thought about that being his life at the moment.
Daryl cupped his hands under the water and splashed it on his face. He looked up at his reflection again and was surprised to see himself look pretty decent. He normally did not care about how he looked but someone had bailed him out. The least he could do is look presentable.
"Dixon!" Said archer whipped his head around to see who had said his name. The cop was standing at an open door with a small rag. This cop was nice to him, even if he did not believe he was innocent.
"Thanks." He managed out. Daryl physically flinched at the roughness of his own voice. He had not used it in at least a week and he had not expected it to be rough and gravely like that.
Daryl wiped his face on the towelette and gave it back to the officer. The uniformed man nodded and unlocked the final door before a rush of cool air ran against his face. He took a deep breath in and looked around as he exhaled. He spotted one person he had not expected to see in a long time.
The man in front of him was Rick Grimes.
He had a bright smile on his lips and his stubble had started to grow. His curly hair was slightly long but no where near as long as Daryl's. He had a light jacket on and cowboy boots with a dusty pair of jeans. What surprised him the most was an Irish Terrier on a leash in his hand. Daryl's Irish Terrier.
"Dixie?" He said in his rough voice.
"Yer brother Merle was caught in a house fire. He barely made it out and he saved yer dog. Said ta bring her ta ya." He said shuffling his feet. Daryl's eyes widened and the thought of his brother hurting just made his own heart hurt.
"They took 'Im?" The archer asked getting down to pet his dog who was wagging her tail.
"Third degree burns, they had to." The officer spoke lowly and then adjusted his stance.
"Oh." He said and stood back up while staring into the man's eyes. His smile never left as he spoke his next words.
"I told you I'd get ya out in the next week."
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The fluff is yet to come... But soon my panda bears.
