Breathe Princess (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter Fifty One

Since what had happened in the cabin before we'd burnt it to the ground, no one had mentioned Daryl's little outbreak. I wanted to, I wanted to tell him he was an idiot for acting like that; he could have gotten all three of us killed. But I didn't even bring it up in conversation.

Daryl had decided to take it upon himself to teach both Beth and myself how to track and how to shoot with his cross bow. I wasn't very good at either. I could barely kill with a gun what made him think I'd be able to use a cross bow? I tried to stick to tracking but in all honesty I wasn't very good at that either. I was always stumbling over my feet trying to get around tracks and it wasn't very easy to tell when the only thing that had been 'moved' was a leaf on the ground. How he managed to learn any of this shit was unknown to me.

I wasn't paying much attention to where Beth was leading us; I was too busy clinging onto the back of Daryl's jacket.

Being in the woods scared me, a lot more now considering there were walkers around every corner; and now that Daryl had handed his cross bow over to Beth I felt a little less safe.

It wasn't long before Beth had tracked a walker into a clearing, seeing the things hunched over and eating something, or someone, on the floor. Beth turned and said something to Daryl, leaving the two of us standing just within the entrance of the clearing, Beth slowly making her way towards the walker without making a single sound.

That was, at least, until the sound of metal closing and her falling to the ground caught the attention of the hungry walker, forcing it to turn around as Daryl ran forwards and grabbed the bow off of Beth.
I ran towards her, forcing the trap off her foot. "Can you move it?" I asked, holding her boot slightly as she rolled her foot around; Daryl sliding beside us.

"I think so." Beth nodded, attempting to stand up only to fall into me. "Might need some support." She laughed, Daryl instantly coming over and wrapping her arm around his shoulder to be her guide as it were.

"Annora, take this." Daryl handed the cross bow towards me, arrow already reloaded into it.

"Seriously? Will we not be safer if I look after Beth and you take that?" I asked, rubbing my right arm. I didn't get a response. Clearly he wanted me to be able to fend for myself and not have me rely on him any longer for support. I sighed, running a hand through my knotted hair and grabbed the crossbow off him; storming off in the direction we were headed.


With Beth limping along behind me with Daryl, we slowly came to clearing in the trees, a cemetery greeting us.

Tombstones lay in perfect rows in front of a large white house, pillars standing on the porch. Had it not have been in these circumstances, I'd have said this was beautiful.

"Hold on, can we stop for a second?" Beth had let go of Daryl and was holding onto her leg, clearly in a lot more pain than she was letting on.

"You alright?" I asked, walking back to where they were standing.
"Yeah, I just need to sit down." Daryl looked at me for second, almost looking like he was apologising for something, before turning his back on Beth and leaning down.

"Hop on."

"Are you serious?" Beth asked, turning her attention to me, like she too was looking for my approval for something. I nodded and shrugged my shoulders. It was a piggy back, nothing to get jealous over. Did these two really think I was that bad?

"Yeah this is a serious piggy back." I'd already walked on a head at this point, slowly looking around at the head stones around me. So many people who had died and didn't have to live in the world we were currently.

They had so many ideas for the future, so much promise and hope yet here we were wandering around on top of their graves just trying to survive. These people probably had more chance at survival in their time than we do in ours.