Titanium {Daryl Dixon}

The Night of the Monsters

{Rachel's POV}
I looked at him and he just stared at me, "I'm gonna go take a walk." I muttered reaching in my bag and grabbing out my sketch book and a pencil.

I hurried out of the tent and down the small path to the quarry. I broke the tree line and went down to the water, sitting at the shore. A cool breeze blew through the trees and I pulled my sweater tighter around my body. I can't believe I was so STUPID! He had seen me scarred back, he had seen my scarred wrists, and I knew there was no way he was letting this go.

I took out my pencil and started sketching the water as it lapped at my feet. The icy cold tickled my toes as it lightly touched them. I sketched the large white full moon over head. I had always been an artist, I was a photographer before the world went out. I still had my camera and used it some of the time. But there is not really anything beautiful to photograph anymore. I finished my drawing and looked up at the stars. Suddenly a loud snarl came from my right. I sat up quickly to see about 10 hobblers coming at me.
"Shit." I breathed. I didn't have any weapons on me at all. Well..... I had been needing some hand to hand combat practice for a while. I jumped up from my seated position on the ground and went into action. I ran at the first hobbler and brought my foot up, kicking it under the chin. I heard a sick ripping sound and watched as the head flew from the body. I turned just in time and punched another hobbler that was about to take a bite out of me. The punch flew hard enough to dent the skull and the creature fell to the ground. I roundhouse kicked two other hobblers that were coming at me and succeeded in killing the rest of them. When I was finished I stood in the middle of a large circle of dead hobblers. One head started snarling again.
"Shut it." I said, stomping in its head. My knuckles were swollen and bloodied, when I looked down at my hands. I looked up to find none other than Daryl standing a few feet away, jaw unhinged and hanging open. I stood there, seething with rage. I composed myself enough to go pick up my sketchbook and pencil before walking back up to the camp.

When I got into camp the fire was out and everyone was asleep. Dale sat on the roof of the RV as I came into view he shot me a questioning look and I just shrugged. I was tired, I just wanted to sleep. I walked into Daryl's tent and sat down on the the sleeping bag. I grabbed a med-kit from my bag and disinfected my wounds on my knuckles before wrapping them in gauze. At this point my roommate had made it back to the tent and sat behind me just watching me.

I finished treating my wounds and pulled out my phone from my bag turning it on.
"How the hell is that thing workin?" He asked. I just stayed silent and went to my other bag. "Hey! I asked you somthin, girl!" He said violently. I just stayed silent, opening my other bag. Then, out of nowhere he grabbed my wrists and turned me toward him violently. To this I kicked him where it hurts and turned back around. He grunted in pain and rolled up into a ball.
"Don't you fuckin touch me." I growled, poison dripped from my words, like blood from a wound. I finished opening my other bag and grabbed out a solar panel. I plugged in my phone to it and let it charge from the stored energy.
"Where did you get that?" He asked. When I didn't answer him he tried to grab me again. This time I lashed out and cut his skin with my nails. He drew back and held his wrist in pain.
"I told you not to fuckin touch me, did I not?!" I asked angrily.
"Yah, I get it." He mumbled.
"Now, where is the other sleepin' bag?" I asked.
He smirked devilishly, "we are gonna have to share." He said.
"Like hell we are." I answered, curling up in ball and pulling my long sweater over my legs. I had to do this all of the time in the Forces when we went on a mission. I started to shiver and Daryl must have noticed because his arm snacked around my waist and pulled me toward him. He pulled me into the sleeping bag and kept his arm around me. I struggled to get free but he just pulled me closer to him.
"Daryl! Let me go!" I said, still fighting against his grip.
"Not a chance." He answered pulling me impossibly closer.
Soon after I was overtaken by the events of the day and sleep started to while away the time.