Fight With You - Daryl Dixon X OC

Chapter 11

The Other Dixon

Immediately, everyone dropped their stances as the man spotted the deer, a frown prominent on his brow, his mouth turned towards the floor.

"Oh, Jesus." Dale exhales.

The man circled the deer, pointing to it with an arrow.

"Son of a bitch, that's my deer!" He drawled angrily, "Look at it... all gnawed on by this... filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!" He kicked the walker carcass with every insult, drawing a stomach-churning squelch.

This must be the other Dixon, going by the similar southern drawl and obvious anger issues.

Dale held a hand up to him. "Calm down, son." He sighed, "That's not helping."

Dixon #2 spun to Dale, waving his arms out in frustration.

"What do you know about it, old man?!" He growled, "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Gold Pond'?!" Daryl turned, roughly pulling the arrows from the deer carcass. "I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison."

I had to admit, half of the shit he was spewing went straight over my head.

'I have no idea what the hell venison is, but I'm guessing it's deer. And what the hell is 'On Gold Pond'?' I thought as I watched the group share wary looks. 'Damn Americans and their weird shit. I can't believe I'm stuck here for the forseeable future.'

Sweet gesture, though, that he was thinking of the group.

He pointed to a section of the deer that had been untouched by the walker. "What do you think? D'you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?"

Shane - ever the smart guy - shakes his head and leans his shotgun over his shoulders.

"I would not risk that."

Daryl sighed, readjusting the string on his shoulder.

"That's a damn shame. I got some squirrel..." He shrugged his shoulder, showing said animal. "About a dozen or so. That'll have to do."

Suddenly, the walker head on the ground started snapping its teeth into thin air, making everyone around me jump back in horror.

"Huh, so severing the spinal cord doesn't kill them," I noted. "Only the brain."

I heard Amy groan in disgust and take off behind me as I pulled the knife from its home on my thigh and went to finish the job.

"Come on people." Daryl stepped forward at the same time as me, "What the hell?" He pierced the brain straight through the eye, halting the heads movements, effective immediately. He took the arrow back with a boot to the head. "It's gotta be the brain."

Daryl watches as I step back and re-sheathe my knife silently.

"Don't y'all know nothin'?"

He stares at me a second longer with a furrowed brow before storming past us and towards camp.

'Ah, shit. Here we go...' I thought, catching the looks of the rest of the group towards Rick and I. 'Can already tell this is going up shits creek. And we're about to find out if we have a paddle.'