"I bet you a penny and a fiddle of gold that you never told him that we were planning on robbing that camp blind," Merle spits.

"It didn't happen!" Daryl replies sharply.

You had seen the whole thing. Neither Merle nor Daryl noticed you, but now you knew. You felt betrayed, knowing everyone back at the prison would be furious if they knew what the Dixon boys were planning.

"What, like when we were kids? Who left who then?" Daryl snaps.

You watch in horror from behind a tree. Merle scoffs, holding up his hook hand. "What? Huh? Is that why I lost my hand?"

You watched it all, even as Daryl falls, his back exposed. A couple days pass before you confront Daryl. Outside the prison, holding a smoke, you find him leaning against the gate. He grunts, ignoring you as he takes a drag.