𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘
❝NATURE KNOWS NO KING.❞ in which the hunter meets the princess and learns to maneuver their ways through the world while dealing with the demons of their pasts
THE WALKING DEAD
(daryl dixon x fem!oc)
seasons one...
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Daryl knew he had made a mistake the moment he watched her walk away.
As the rumble of the group's car had faded into the distance and Merle had jumped on his back with a strange sort of joy, Daryl cursed himself.
And the further the brothers walked into the woods, and as the chill of the night set in, Daryl couldn't help but try and imagine how everything would pan out? Would they just wander the woods alone or link up with some other group Merle approved of --- or would the Governor find them before then? No matter how hard he had tried to persuade his brother to try again with his group, Merle hadn't bitten. He was too stubborn for that, too proud of himself to ask for a second chance.
Maybe Daryl shouldn't have been surprised. His brother had always been too near-sighted, too full of himself to recognize that there was no weakness in accepting the help and protection that others would offer. Daryl had been the same once, but then things had changed and he had come to depend on that selfless sort of comfort. The comfort of knowing that there were others in your corner who truly cared for you and would do anything to protect and aid you. It was the closest thing to love that Daryl could think of because despite failing his people so many times, they never once pushed him out like he had grown so accustomed to growing up.
So maybe that is why he regretted his choices despite the relief he felt towards being reunited with his blood. He already missed them, an emotion he had seldom felt in his adult life.
Daryl came to a sudden stop in a small clearing, staring at his brother's back just in front of him. Once Merle had felt the lack of presence behind him he had turned, scoffing at the conflicted look in Daryl's eyes. Instead of voicing his feelings outright, something he had always struggled with, Daryl hardened his exterior and set his gaze.
"This is ridiculous, there's nothing but mosquitos and ants out here," Daryl muttered, swinging his crossbow over his shoulder, fiddling with the frayed strap.
"Patience, little brother, it's only a matter of time before a squirrel scurries across your path." Merle waved off, turning his back to him as he began to relieve himself.
"Even so, that ain't much food. Can't survive on squirrel forever." Daryl pushed back, taking in his surroundings. There wasn't much besides trees and shrubs. Maybe they could find a stream, and rig up a net for some fish. Or maybe if Merle hadn't scoffed at his idea to scavenge the nearby houses, they wouldn't be in a shitty predicament that is bound to only get worse the more and more the days tick by. They had to find a suitable food and water source within the next few hours, end of the discussion, and yet his brother seemed perfectly content to just wander the forest in search of God only knows what.
