"You're my gem and mine alone.."
As Ruby journeys across the state in search of her family she's taken captive by Daryl Dixon. Ruby may be small but she will definitely give Daryl a run for his money. With death around every corner how will Ruby be...
I woke feeling refreshed. Sunlight peaked through the curtains and lit up the room. I stretched and sat up on the bed. It had been so long since I had slept in an actual bed! My muscles thanked me. I lifted the covers and slid out. I eyed the closet and smirked, I think it's time for some clean clothes.
I took out a black AC/DC band t-shirt and a pair of dark washed blue jeans. I then went into my moms dresser and took out clean underwear and socks. I shimmied out of my old clothes and put on my clean ones. To finish my outfit I slipped on my belt with my knife holster. I had always had it on me and didn't plan on leaving it behind.
I had closed the door mostly last night, only leaving it open a crack so that Daryl could easily come in if he needed to. Sadly he hadn't though. I'm not sure why I expected him to come in but I wanted him to.
On top of the dresser was moms old hair brush. I held it in my hand for a moment before brushing my hair out. My poor hair had been matted badly so it took me a while to brush out every last knot. I then tied my hair back into a pony tail and tied on my boots. Sliding the katana strap over my shoulder, I checked on Daryl.
I knocked lightly on the door and pushed it open lightly but Daryl was gone. Only his bag remained on the bed. I frowned slightly as I sauntered down the stairs. The cabin was brightly lit by the sunshine. I saw smoke outside the window and clued in to where the redneck disappeared to. The front door creaked as I opened it and joined Daryl outside. Daryl sat on the bench smoking a cigarette.
"Good morning." I smiled lightly, leaning against the door frame.
His eyes trailed down my body as he exhaled the smoke. "G'mornin'."
"How was your sleep?" I asked, awkwardly crossing my arms over my chest.
"Good." He grunted. "Yers?"
"Good." I crossed my legs and tapped my foot. We both stayed silent. I gazed around the property that I called home. It was so peaceful and I felt complete. Especially with Daryl here.
"Ya hungry?" I huffed, my stomach growling in protest.
Daryl slowly turned his head to me with a raised eyebrow. He exhaled the smoke, "Ya got food?"
I nodded as I walked into the house and opened the closet. Smiling I put on my dads red and black plaid jacket. As I eyed the gun cabinet I accidentally pushed over an object. I knelt down and eyed the fishing rod with a small smile. With the fishing rod and fishing net in hand I walked back out the front door and closed the door behind me.
"When's the last time you went fishing?" I raised an eyebrow at Daryl.
Daryl stood as he stomped out his cigarette, "Been a while."
"Well I think it's time we eat something other than rodents, oatmeal, spam or spuds." I smiled as I jogged down the steps and turned to see if Daryl was following. Sure enough Daryl followed as he carried his crossbow. I followed a trail around the back of the cabin towards the woods.
Daryl stopped, "Ain't the lake back that way?"
I turned back to him with a small smirk on my face, "Who said anything about a lake?"
Daryl followed me as we walked along the old trail to our destination. Daryl shot down a few squirrels along the way and stuffed them into his satchel. I knew we were close when I heard the faint sound of water splashing.
As we made our way through the trees we came across a cascading waterfall. Salmon and trout jumped through the stream and down the river.
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