fic: One More Detour [Walking Dead]
Title: One More Detour
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Ford, Daryl, Rick, presence of everyone from the train car
A/N: Written for a kinkmeme prompt wanting the second line of dialogue incorporated into a story. Decided to go with a post-Terminus (season 5 you are not coming soon enough) that deals with where the characters may go afterwards. Assumes nobody dies escaping and Beth, Tyreese, Carol, and Judith are still MIA from the larger group
“I admire the loyalty you all have for each other, I really do. I guess I just think saving the world’s more important -”
“Didn’t you get the memo? The world went an’ ended! There ain’t no savin’ it!”
Abraham Ford gritted his teeth and pulled at his mustache to keep himself from taking a swing at the man in front of him. He needed to keep this group together so they could get Eugene to Washington. Problem was horses and water had nothing on the sheer pigheadedness that confronted him here. “I’m just remembering the last time we took a detour and ended up prisoners of psycho cannibals!”
The man - Daryl, the others called him, though Ford hadn’t been introduced properly to any of the new ones - shoved past Ford to walk further down the tracks. Ford grabbed his arm just above the elbow intending to spin him around and continue their argument. In his periphery Rick took a decisive step forward, hand moving to the knife at his belt. Ford let go hastily. He’d seen the man react to his people in danger, and that was a kind of crazy Ford didn’t want directed at him.
At least the move was still effective, in a manner of speaking. Daryl turned around snakebite quick, expression creased in a vicious glare and crossbow raised to point at Ford’s torso. At this distance, he thought, the bolt would go clean through him.
“We’re goin’ to find her,” Daryl growled. “You comin’ or not don’t matter to me.”
Then he spun around again, stalking off in the opposite direction of Washington. Glenn’s wife was right on his heels, Glenn shadowing her. Their group stretched out along the tracks like a strand of putty. First those three, then Rick’s boy and the black woman. Sasha and Bob followed next.
Rick didn’t move yet, eyeing Ford with a hand still on his knife. “We gonna have a problem?”
Ford tugged again on his mustache, scowling. If he left, Rosita and Eugene would come with him. Tara probably would too, now that Glenn and Maggie were reunited. Whatever that girl had done Rick’s very presence made her nervous enough to shift behind his or Eugene’s bulk whenever she thought she was in his field of vision. Problem was they had no transport, hardly any ammo, even less food. Rick’s people survived two years out there facing those very odds. Eugene had rambled at him all yesterday about probability and not splitting the party, how he knew mathematically as well as in his gut that without these people they could never make it to Washington.
Ford blew out a harsh sigh. “No,” he allowed. He stepped around the tracks to give Rick a wide berth and started following the rest. “We’re not gonna have a problem. One more stray to round up, and then we’re heading to Washington.”
“Once our family is together,” Rick countered. “That’s the plan.” He dropped his hand from his knife and walked ahead to catch up with the front of the group.
Rosita herded Eugene and Tara in front of them, falling into step beside Ford as the rearguard. “Washington seem pretty far away to you?”
“It sure does.” But they needed people, so on a wild goose chase they were. He just hoped the girl was as tenacious as the rest of them.
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Ford, Daryl, Rick, presence of everyone from the train car
A/N: Written for a kinkmeme prompt wanting the second line of dialogue incorporated into a story. Decided to go with a post-Terminus (season 5 you are not coming soon enough) that deals with where the characters may go afterwards. Assumes nobody dies escaping and Beth, Tyreese, Carol, and Judith are still MIA from the larger group
“I admire the loyalty you all have for each other, I really do. I guess I just think saving the world’s more important -”
“Didn’t you get the memo? The world went an’ ended! There ain’t no savin’ it!”
Abraham Ford gritted his teeth and pulled at his mustache to keep himself from taking a swing at the man in front of him. He needed to keep this group together so they could get Eugene to Washington. Problem was horses and water had nothing on the sheer pigheadedness that confronted him here. “I’m just remembering the last time we took a detour and ended up prisoners of psycho cannibals!”
The man - Daryl, the others called him, though Ford hadn’t been introduced properly to any of the new ones - shoved past Ford to walk further down the tracks. Ford grabbed his arm just above the elbow intending to spin him around and continue their argument. In his periphery Rick took a decisive step forward, hand moving to the knife at his belt. Ford let go hastily. He’d seen the man react to his people in danger, and that was a kind of crazy Ford didn’t want directed at him.
At least the move was still effective, in a manner of speaking. Daryl turned around snakebite quick, expression creased in a vicious glare and crossbow raised to point at Ford’s torso. At this distance, he thought, the bolt would go clean through him.
“We’re goin’ to find her,” Daryl growled. “You comin’ or not don’t matter to me.”
Then he spun around again, stalking off in the opposite direction of Washington. Glenn’s wife was right on his heels, Glenn shadowing her. Their group stretched out along the tracks like a strand of putty. First those three, then Rick’s boy and the black woman. Sasha and Bob followed next.
Rick didn’t move yet, eyeing Ford with a hand still on his knife. “We gonna have a problem?”
Ford tugged again on his mustache, scowling. If he left, Rosita and Eugene would come with him. Tara probably would too, now that Glenn and Maggie were reunited. Whatever that girl had done Rick’s very presence made her nervous enough to shift behind his or Eugene’s bulk whenever she thought she was in his field of vision. Problem was they had no transport, hardly any ammo, even less food. Rick’s people survived two years out there facing those very odds. Eugene had rambled at him all yesterday about probability and not splitting the party, how he knew mathematically as well as in his gut that without these people they could never make it to Washington.
Ford blew out a harsh sigh. “No,” he allowed. He stepped around the tracks to give Rick a wide berth and started following the rest. “We’re not gonna have a problem. One more stray to round up, and then we’re heading to Washington.”
“Once our family is together,” Rick countered. “That’s the plan.” He dropped his hand from his knife and walked ahead to catch up with the front of the group.
Rosita herded Eugene and Tara in front of them, falling into step beside Ford as the rearguard. “Washington seem pretty far away to you?”
“It sure does.” But they needed people, so on a wild goose chase they were. He just hoped the girl was as tenacious as the rest of them.