Welcome to All That Remains, an AU The Walking Dead, open world RPG site.
Our story is based loosely on the TV show, with a few canon characters still alive that died in the show.
We are a brand new community that is in need for members to fill many available canon roles in order to advance our plot.
Our plot takes place sometime after season five, but is AU partially in the fact that this is the story of what would've
happened had they not found Alexandria.
We welcome anyone to join and build a community based off of The Walking Dead fandom!
If you are considering joining us, please read up on our plot and rules first to inform yourself about the
role playing of this site! Quick links to the important information of this site can be found below this welcome
text. Thank you, and please enjoy your visit!
There has been an update in staff members.
I want to welcome the newest addition to the team, Aimless!
After some discussion it has been decided it would be best for her to be the Co-Administrator and
help me run the place. As co-admin she will help me with the functioning of the site, advertise, and
accept & approve of new members! Thank you for accepting the position Aimless!
Change is coming, and All That Remains is going to be revived better than it was before!
If you haven't read the thread I've posted yet, please do so now! Boards will be cleaned up,
inactive accounts will be sorted through, and abandoned canons will reopen. A new skin has been added
courtesy of Aimless! Also, a big THANK YOU to all of my loyal members! I can't do it without you!
There has been an update in staff members.
I want to welcome my newest addition to the team, Pip!
She is here to help me run the place by accepting applications,
updating lists, making sure content on the site is PG13, advertising,
and answering questions! Thank you for accepting the position, Pip!
Thank you to everyone who has showed interest thus far in the site.
I am currently trying to build a community, and I intend to fill the open
staff positions by active and trustworthy members of the site eventually.
Thank you, and happy role playing!
-- Anna (Daryl)
Daryl felt tense, he hated the very confrontation that Merle seemed to enjoy. Once he heard Merle say he saw scarier shit scraped off his boot than the Hispanic boy, he knew all hell was about to break loose. "What did you just say you white trailer trash piece of shit? You're not stepping foot inside of here, I'll fucking drop you before you do." If the kid wasn't mad before, he sure was heated now. The boy named Mario had his gun pointed directly at Merle's head.
In this heated moment, Daryl could feel his own anger raise. It had been a long time since anyone had called him a hick, redneck, or trailer trash. Those were nicknames he used to get bullied in school by. He didn't have the happiest life growing up, being the outcast 'Dixon boy' at school, and always getting beat by his father. The Hispanic boy didn't know it, but he was opening up old wounds inside of Daryl, mix that with pointing a gun at his brother's face, and Daryl was growing even more irritated and impatient with the situation than he was before.
"How 'bout you get that gun the fuck out of my brother's face before I blow yours off?" Daryl yelled, feeling adrenaline pump through his veins, aiming his gun directly at the young man's head. "Oh yeah? How about I show you white trash a lesson by putting a bullet between your brother's eyes, and put him down like an old, unwanted dog?" The boy laughed as he moved his finger, placing it on the trigger. It was all over now, all hell was going to break loose.
"Mario!" The older male shouted, but it was too late for redemption now. No way in hell was Daryl taking the chance of that boy pulling the trigger. Before anyone could react Daryl shot the boy in the head, and time seemed to go in slow motion as the boy fell to the ground dead. "Good riddance, little bastard." Daryl muttered. The older male froze in shock, looking down at his dead companion in disbelief.
Taking advantage of the moment, Daryl hurriedly climbed up on the porch and held the man in a headlock and placed his gun against his head. "Don't move, less you want to join little Pablo over there, and put your gun down." Daryl looked back over at Merle, he was sure his brother was proud of him now, even though Daryl was pissed himself. This was not how he wanted this situation to go over. He wished they could've just walked away from it but it was too late now. "Brother! What do you suppose we do with this one now?" He asked Merle, referring to the man he was now holding hostage.
"Now now, there no need for names," Merle laughed. He saw the gun aimed at him, he didn't care. The boy looked like he couldn't even hold it. "Shoot like that and you'll dislocate that arm. Best to lower it poncho." He smirked, just daring the boy to shoot. He kept a relaxed stance, his gun still aimed at the pair himself. Unlike the boy he aimed low, looking to wound not kill.
Merle wasn't fased by the name he had been called worse, numerous times. He saw his brother get heated though. Merle kept his cool. He didn't show any signs of anger, in fact smiled at the young boy. His brother spoke and Merle chuckled. Always the aggressor. His brother didn't want to fight them, yet here he was. Typical. Merle would get them in trouble and his brother would take the action once it started. He admitted had it been pointed at Daryl he'd have done the same.
The boy said something, threatening Merle again. He didn't react though still remained calm, his brother was controlling the situstion right now, it would be that way. The boys finger barely touched the trigger and Daryl fired. Shot pierced the kids head and he fell. Merle reacted fast shifting the sights of his gun to the older man in case her decided to avenge his partners death.
He eyed him, calmly. Finger on the trigger himself ready to shoot him. But the guy froze in shock, freezing up and stopping. "Bout dam time. Punk was getting annoying." He looked at the other man. "Now don't move. Don't do anything stupid."
Daryl rushed up and grabbed the man stopping him from doing anything else. He watched the man struggle in headlock, stiffening when he felt the gun against his head. The old man dropped his gun, cooperating. Merle looked st his brother. He did good, acted fast, still had some fight in him. Good t see he was still sharp on his toes.
"So much for not wanting any conflict brother. I thought you wanted to pansy your way out of it. Guess we should tie him up, maybe leave him. We can haul the deer back, one watch him, other get the deer. Then when we're done we can haul it back out. I doubt he will follow us, if he does we can deal with it. If you don't like it, we can kill him. Leave him with his friend."
Tags:Daryl Dixon Notes: Daryl used his handgun or crossbow?
Continuing to hold the man around his neck with a gun pointed at his head, Daryl met his brother's gaze. He almost felt as if Merle was taunting him for not wanting conflict and how the situation turned out. He also didn't appreciate Merle saying he thought he was going to pansy his way out of it, as if killing people was more honorable. "This is on you. This is your fault someone is dead. You couldn't just leave this situation alone. I get dragged into your shit like always." Daryl shouted at his brother, feeling his anger die down a bit toward the man he just killed replacing those feelings with remorse.
Walking down the steps of the porch toward Merle with the older guy still locked in his arms and stopped in front of his brother. He freed the man from his grasp, and with a hard shove, pushed him into Merle. "Here." He spat in annoyance. "Since you don't seem to like the pansy decisions I want to make, you figure out what to do with this one here, I don't care. I'm gonna go get our deer." Without another word or looking back at the two men, Daryl holstered his gun and loaded his crossbow and took off.
Truth be told, he did care what Merle did to the man, but he felt helpless about it at the same time. He didn't want another undeserving person to die, but at the same time he didn't know if they could keep the man alive without him trying to kill them in vengeance. Daryl felt so conflicted, and annoyed that Merle couldn't just go along with what he wanted to do for a change. It always seemed to be about what Merle wanted to do or face resistance from him. Daryl loved his brother, but not his simple minded way of thinking. He felt like he had failed to be part of the good left in the world by killing that boy today, although he rationalized it by protecting one of his own.
Daryl finally arrived where they had hid the deer. It lay dead, still covered by the foliage, and untouched by animals and walkers. Good. At least something productive would come out of the day, they'd have food to bring back to their group and keep their family fed. At least he'd feel like he did one right thing today. He uncovered the deer, and dragging it by the antlers he slowly made his way back to Merle, wondering what his brother would decide to do with the man. His brother had time to decide though, dragging the deer back would be no quick task, the thing was heavier than what he had expected.
tags:Merle Dixon notes: He killed the boy with his handgun.
"Mt fault! My Fault! They saw both of us. Not my fault here that Estabon decided he couldn't keep his trap shut. It was him or me baby brother, you made the right choice. I wasn't going to leave this place, we needed it, but they reacted first. If the kid wanted to get mouthy, threaten us. Then all this, that's on him and his pal here, not me," Merle said calmly, crossing his arms.
He watched Daryl march down and caught the body once it was shoved at him. He grabbed the man's arm and put him to the ground, pinning the older man. "is that really what you wanted. You don't need to get snappy at me. Why don't you go unbunch your panties, and I'll take care of him." Merle watched his brother walk off, keeping his knee pressed against the old man's neck.
When Daryl was moutmof sight he let off. "Alright get on your feet," Merle said with a grin.
The older man picked himself up. He was on the, point of crying, yet hadn't started. "Please, I don't want any trouble. Mario, he ran his mouth, I'm not like that. My name is Craig. I'm a welder. I don't want to die, not yet. My group, they need me."
Merle shook his head. "I don't give two fucks what your name is. Face that tree. Hands on your head," he said pointing his gun at the man, "Hurry now." The man did as he was told and Merle stepped up behind him. "See I don't Want to hurt you. But you aren't going to live. I'm sure your group will be fine. My brother and I need this cabin, we can't risk you interfering. See you could tell your group. You could come here,neither more men, get angry. This way, clean, easy."
Merle pressed the gun against the man's head.mbehimd him he hesrd a growl and spun around. The gunshot had attracted biters. Three of them. They were rotten, clothes and skin hanging from them. One was missing an eye, the other both it's arms. The third was gutted down, clothes shrewd and torn, revealing a chunk where it had once been stuck on a pull ripped off.
Merle shook his head. "Deal with these three and I might think about letting you live. he leaned against the tree. "I'd hate to waste four bullets. You want to die that bad?"
"But I...I don't have a weapon," the man stammers.
"Not my problem. I'd hurry though, they are getting close. Merle shook the gun and smirked. The other man grabbed a broken branch. He rushed forward and took out the missing eye Walker, a piece of the tree breaking off as he smashed the head.
Merle kept his gun pointed at the man, waiting, watching,
Panting and out of breath, Daryl stopped in front of the cabin, finally the deer was back with them. Blinking the sweat out of his eyes, he squinted at where Merle stood with the man near the trees. He was surprised to see his brother had decided to keep the man alive, Daryl was kind of hoping that Merle would kill the man so Daryl didn't have to feel guilty about being part of that decision.
But as he looked more closely, what he saw made him even more sick than the thought of Merle just killing the guy. He was using the guy as walker bait, more than likely finding entertainment in trying to watch the guy fight off three walkers with no weapons and knowing well enough that the man would fail. Daryl dropped the head of the deer and sprinted toward his brother and the man. "This is sick, bro!" He yelled at Merle while he aimed his crossbow at the head of a walker and sent a bolt through it's rotting skull.
Without enough time to reload he bashed his crossbow into the heads of the other two, rendering them lifeless. Tearing out the bolt from the head of the other walker and putting it in his quiver, he turned to face the man. Daryl walked up to him, never breaking eye contact and roughly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He pulled the guy close to him, his forehead against the other man's and in the most intimidating voice he could manage he spoke directly into the man's ear.
"I'm feeling nice today, so I'm going to let you go. Don't make me regret it. If you come back with others, I will kill them. You will end up with more than one dead friend tonight, got it? I've ended the lives of better people than you, and won't hesitate to do so again." Once he had felt like he got his point across, he threw the man away from him. The man stood there for a moment, in shock, but quickly turned on his feet and ran from the two brothers.
Daryl could almost guess his brother was going to accuse him of ruining all the fun, but Merle had a sick idea of what was fun. "You're an asshole, you know that?" Daryl said casually to his brother. He wasn't going to chide him for his behavior, there'd be no point, he knew it was impossible to change Merle. "Well. You said if I hunted it, you'd skin it." He said to his brother, pointing to where he laid the deer down. "Best get to it, day light is wasting. I'm gonna have a look around this cabin." Daryl said, anxious to finally find out what their loot was going to be today.