Daryl's Fallen(TWD fan fiction/Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 2

The only good thing about Georgia was that it was hot.
I loved it.
I relished in the fact that I was sitting on the wooden branch, bow and arrow in hand soaking up the sun with a biter trying to grab my feet.
I rolled my eyes and with one swift movement I pulled back my bow. I heard the sound of my arrow squashing the contents of its brain, followed by the soft thud of its lifeless body's hitting the ground.

I thought about retuning to the town. Not too far from here was a town called terminus. Some guy and his group went in there a couple of weeks ago, I couldn't believe terminus were actually taking other people in. I felt sorry for the mans group really, Terminus was not the safe haven it promoted it to be, in fact it was a death trap which I managed to run away from with my two sisters.
I watched the man and his group go in there, luckily I was stealthy enough to spy on them for a good few days as they moved around the forest after the place was overrun. That was a couple of months ago now and I hadn't heard anymore from Terminus folk...thank you God.

I clambered into my tent and set up a few traps near by. I got out my guitar, the only item that I had left, and began to quietly strum away.
It was with me on the day of the crash, It was the only thing I grabbed that except for my sisters.
Penny, Jessa
God I missed them. I missed my mom and my dad too but they didn't survive the crash to see the aftermath.
I was interuppted with my thoughts by the sound of a twig breaking. I grabbed my bow and arrow and got off my feet.
"Who's there? Come out and I won't shoot you." my sharp tone echoed and the only thing to reply were birds as the twilight took over the sky.
I got up from the ground and hid behind a tree with a frying pan in my hand. I saw a figure approaching. I held my breath as he brushed past me silently before starring at the fire and the guitar. I snuck behind him and struck him on the back of the head with the pan.

He fell to the ground with a thud and I breathed deeply as I scanned the back of him. On his jacket were beautiful angel wings, it looked hand made. I put the pan down and packed up my guitar and back pack and thought about heading to the safe house. Not to far I sensed there was a hoard of biters heading towards me, I knew they were coming I could just tell.
I lifted the mans face up, little bit grimy but weren't we all? Stubble grew across his chiseled tan face and his dark chestnut hair fell around his face. He looked like he had a his fair share of fights;scratches and scars on his neck and one on his forehead. I lifted the man up who was heavy and I carried his body to the safe house which was about ten minutes away.

I moved quickly as I heard the heard approaching as the snarls grew. The mans strong muscular arm wrapped around me as he slowly came around.
I panted from his weight and the panic of the approaching biters. The forest surrounded me and it was difficult to avoid the logs and the unevenness of the ground that crunched underneath our feet. I dragged him as he moaned, and I saw the little shack appear behind a tree. I picked up the space and threw the door open and dumped the man on the ground. The rickerty old door nearly fell of it's hinges as the deads hands scratched at the door. I put my back on it and dug my heels into the ground.

After a while they grew quiet but I could still tell they were outside. I moved away and went to the man who was out cold again. I pushed back his chestnut brown hair from his face and felt his forehead, he was fine.
I grabbed some rope from the ground wrapped it round his hands and feet rodeo style. That was the benefit of staying on a range with your grandparents every christmas holiday.
I lit many lanterns which were dotted around the fallen down shack. I backed up into the opposite corner of the man and grabbed a blanket as I ate a can of beans. The man started blinking madly and tried to escape, he started to try and move his hands and feet. His strong ripped arms thrashed until he saw me.
"Hi" I spoke and it was weird, being deprived of human contact for about a year and talking again to someone was weird.
"Where am I?" He said, his voice a heavy raspy southern tone. The snarls from outside were still there as I looked over the lanterns to the man. He changed his whole body shape and tone from when he was knocked out, it was strange.
"What's your name?" I asked and he glared at me. His eyes were a deep piercing blue that seemed to search my
soul. His chiseled jaw was tight as he tried to read me.
"I'm Lily." I spoke smiling slightly and opened another can of beans. His eyes searched me. His face kept in constant tightness and it was almost frightening.
"Daryl" he spoke his face still tight.
"Nice to meet you Daryl," the snarls and banging of wood increased outside but I kept my cool.
"You're the one who knocked me out?"
"Yeah sorry bout that, don't really trust anyone anymore." I whispers and he gave me an approving nod. I dumped the plastic spoon in the can and walked over to him and put the can in front of him.
"Why don't you let me go?
"If I do that biters will get in and kill us both. I didn't want to leave you there to die, I could tell up you weren't one of them." I explained. He kept his eyes on me the whole time. By them I meant the people from Terminus. Troy was still alive and his remaining people who were secretly out to kill me.
"I'm gonna untie your hands now but if you try anything I will put one right between your eyes, got it?" I speak he my voice shaking as my pale hands grabbed the rope. He nodded as my knife cut through the rope. He stayed still and my breath became ragged as I handed him his can of food and his warm hand brushed against mine. I sat down far away from him and he shovelled down the food furiously. I leant my head against the wall and began to count to remain calm.
"Why didn't you kill me?" He spoke breaking my thoughts like a shard of glass.
"Cos all life is precious Daryl." I smiled and he didn't say anything but did that intoxicating stare again.
"How old are you?"
"Does it matter?" I shrugged keeping a smile on my face.
"Yeah?"
"20." I spoke and he bite his lip before leaning against the wood. I chucked him a blanket and he stared at it as if it was a foreign object.
I leant down on the blanket as this compleat stranger slept behind me and I sighed. All my fears dissipated as I was filled with content thoughts about the future...