𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 - 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Meeting Daryl Dixon wasn't meant to happen, but it did.

My heart was in a million pieces and he took it and created a new one. This world isn't sunshine and rainbows, never has, even before this whole zombie apocalypse. No one ever has the perfect childhood, I learned that a long time ago.
So did he.

Today, I was walking around the woods on a hot summer day in Georgia. So it was hotter than hell out here, my dark green cargo pants sticking to my legs as I walked. Making me look like Lara Croft if you first met me.

This was my normal outfit I had on pretty much every day, some of the items I have collected over the months I've been out here. It was a dark gray long sleeve shirt, dark green cargo pants, knife holster on my right thigh, a Denix 1050 tucked in the back of my shirt into the rim of my pants, and completed with a bandage covered in blood on my left bicep. Courtesy of a pair of men I ran across earlier today. They both got their fair share of ass kicking after they tore up my fucking arm.

Currently I was tracking after something to eat tonight, because I bet a growler in Louisiana could hear my stomach grumbling from where I stand.

I got jumped away from my thoughts when I heard rustling in the far distance. Normally I wouldn't check it out because of the danger of running into a herd of growlers but decided to go in hopes for food. Maybe it was a deer or better a turkey?
i would quite literally give up my soul for a turkey right now.

I crept closer, hiding behind any trees that were thick enough to hide my small frame from missing meals.

Unfortunately there was no food, or anything that concerned me lying behind the trees.
It was only a man taking down some walkers, with a... crossbow?

Saying that this man was screwed was an understatement, but also saying this man wasn't hot as hell was a complete fucking lie. He had a tan-ish sleeveless shirt on and I honestly wasn't complaining.

Completely distracted, I heard some growls coming up behind me. I ducked just in time from the rotten hands coming for my head. I instantly drew out my knife from my holster, piercing it into the growler's head and watching it fall to the ground.
I turned back to the man and he had a growler on top of him about to rip into him.

Quick thinking came in and I pulled out my gun and shot it right off of him. After a few pants he looked up to see what happened, and it was like it just came through to him that I saved his life.

He jolted up, grabbing the crossbow on the ground and a failed attempt of pointing it at me.

"Uh uh. Put it down." I said, keeping my gun pointed at him. He said nothing and just laid it down on the ground at his feet.

"Any more weapons on you?" I asked, but I kind of already knew the answer given the fact the man had nothing other than the knife holster on his hip or he would have used it earlier.

I also noticed the dozen squirrels tied up on his waist band.

He grunted, shaking his head and I took that as he didn't have anything. "What's with the squirrel's rambo?"

"Nun ya damn business." he said, obviously agitated.

"I just saved your life asshat, show some decorum." I said, putting the gun down and letting out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding.

"You gotta group?" Silence.

I sighed, not expecting him to talk to me. "I'm not going to shoot you unless you give me a reason too, but in return do not follow me." I added with a warning in my voice to know I was serious, and I was.
I didn't want this tree hugger following me into the woods just to rob me blind after I let him go, but I wasn't about to kill him after I just saved his life.