The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon

I told Isabelle I'd drop you off at the nest.

She'll come looking for you there.

Laurent made it out of the city

with your American friend.

I believe in redemption.

You've disappointed me.

I can explain this.

Get your hands off. Hang on a second. Wait.

You know, I held up my end of things.

And if you'd have done your part,

none of this would be happening.

We need a medic over here!

Dixon!

Dixon!

[CROWD CHANTING INDISTINCTLY, VOICES ECHOING]

Dixon!

Dixon!

Today you die!

For my brother!

[CROWD CHEERING, WALKER GRUNTING, SNARLING]

Aah!

Yeah.

Your wrist.

It's you against me, then, eh?

I ain't gonna die in here.

You look half dead already.

I'll be quick with the last half.

What the fuck is that?

- Follow my lead. - Sure thing, mate.

Duck!

Dixon! Dixon! Dixon!

Dixon! Dixon! Dixon! Dixon! Dixon!

Dixon! Dixon! Dixon! Dixon! Dixon!

Come on. Let's go.

Madame.

Nice one, mate.

What?

It's just a burn. It's fine.

It's nothing. I don't even feel it.

You sure?

Yeah.

Should we stand here taking the piss or should we go?

Aah!

- Wait. I... - Man, get up!

I just got to rest for a second.

I told you. I ain't dying here, man.

- Get the fuck up! - You got to die somewhere.

What does it matter where?

It matters to me.

You know, I was terrible to her.

Izzy.

I thought I'd get it right the next time around,

and I made it worse.

Yeah.

Using your own kid to get her back?

Yeah. Well, I, uh, I didn't see it like that, did I?

Doesn't matter now, does it? It's too late.

You know... it doesn't have to be.

You could buy me some time, help save her and Laurent.

Yeah. Right.