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sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ /+/ ᴄᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀʏʟ

"What did you mean?" Daryl asked, remaining where he was. He made no move to try and fight him again. "When you said his toy. What did you mean?"

"What I meant was," Cam looked away briefly as he looked down at the pavement, "by his toy I mean't he.." Cam struggled to get the words out. Sure, he thought the exact word in the past but he never said it. Not to anyone at the prison, at least. The last person he told? His parents. And they refused to believe him because they thought he just wanted to leave their so-called 'safe haven'. "He did things to me, alright? You might not believe it but I guess he thought he could since I like men as much as I like women."

sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ /+/ ᴄᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀʏʟ

Daryl quickly pushed the kid off as soon as he hesitated. However, Daryl didn’t throw a punch. He had seen that same look of panic and fear before, and he knew that feeling all too well. Maybe not like his situation, but it was still on the same topic. Abuse. He stared at the man in front of him, but did not make a move.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Cam questioned as he took a step back, thinking maybe the fighting was over and though he felt like Daryl should be getting his teeth knocked out, Cam didn't exactly want to continue. Not with what was running through his mind. Finally, the young man let his guard down and allowed his hands to relax, as they were no longer formed into fists. 

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sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ /+/ ᴄᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀʏʟ

"Afraid of a punk ass kid like you, fuck no." Daryl growled, quickly throwing a right hook into the mans jaw. "You ain’t got no right to try and fight me, kid. I’ve been around here a lot longer than you have. How do I even know I can trust you, after all, you were fightin’ in that pricks army!" He shouted, throwing another punch.

Cam spit the blood out of his mouth, coming from his newly cut lip as he shook off the first punch Daryl threw. "Shows how much you know," Cam retorted, knocking Daryl to the ground as he held him there. "I was of no use to that eyeless fuck," Cam snapped, throwing another punch to the man's face. "Except maybe...as his personal toy but that wasn't my choice now was it?" the twenty year old stated, realizing what he had just said as he stopped for a moment. He didn't want to freak out and run, Daryl needed to learn his lesson about running his mouth about the people he didn't know. Yet still, Cam now felt more panicked than angry.

sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ /+/ ᴄᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀʏʟ

Daryl wiped the blood from his mouth, glaring at the kid in front of him. “You really wanna fight me?” He asked. Normally people stayed far away from a Dixon, knowing that a fight would end very badly for them. Because Daryl as tough, and he wouldn’t give up until someone either pulled him off, or he was dead.

"Do you really think that I'm actually afraid of you?" Cam spat, you could hear the anger in his voice. This kid, despite most, was fearless after all he had been through and if he could survive what he had been through at Woodbury - a fight with a Dixon brother wouldn't bother him. The man deserved it after spewing such vile words about him, anyway. "What, are you afraid?" Cameron taunted, shoving the man's shoulder with a smirk.