Dixon Family Matters

Discovery

            Daryl groaned, holding tight to the cliff side as he tried to make his way up. He huffed, glancing down at his side where, only a few moments ago, a bolt had been stuck. He cursed himself for the hundredth time at the fact that he actually managed to shoot himself.

            "Come on," he muttered to himself, "Quit bein' a pussy." He pulled himself up higher, grunting in frustration as he heard his brother's voice.

            "Yeah, come on little brother, grab your friend Rick's hand."

            Daryl pulled himself over the top of the cliff and collapsed, breathing heavily.

            "Prick," he muttered, heaving himself to his feet. He needed to get back to the farm and get the hole in his side fixed up before he could get out again and look for Sophia and Christian.

            Daryl slowly started making his way through the forest, cursing the stupid horse for not only throwing him off, but for then running and leaving him here. He grunted at the pain in his side and wiped his face as sweat poured down it.

            He kept his eyes peeled as he walked, not wanting to run into any walkers in the condition he was in right now. He was walking for about half and hour when he broke through the trees into a small clearing where a house sat in the middle.

            Daryl stumbled forward slowly. Maybe there was something inside he could use to wrap his side better.

            Daryl banged loudly on the door, but there was no noise from the other side to indicate walkers or people. The door was locked, but all it took was a couple good shoves for it to open.

            He looked around the house and noticed the remnants of recently eaten food. Someone had just been here.

            Daryl heard a noise coming from a door across the room and raised his crossbow, slowly shuffling across the room. He took a deep breath and steeled himself before swinging the door open.

            "Holy shit..."

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            Sophia and Christian had been at the little house for a few days now and they were starting to get really scared that they'd never be found.

            It was starting to get late on their fourth day in the house when they heard some noises from outside.

            "What was that?" Sophia whispered, staring at the door. Something banged on it and they jumped to their feet, tiptoeing over to a cupboard. They slipped inside, trying to scream as something continued to bang against the door.

            "What if it's a walker?" Christian whispered. Sophia opened her mouth to reply, but before she could they heard the door slam open.

            Sophia held a finger to her lips and they huddled together. Footsteps were drawing closer and closer to where they were hiding.

            The door opened suddenly and the two children looked up.

            "Holy shit..."

            "Daddy!"

Alright, didn't have time to finish typing this chapter yesterday so here it is! Next chapter is their return to the farm!

 

Also, I've written and will be uploading a one-shot companion piece to this story featuring Daryl, Merle, and Christian!

 

Thanks so much for reading and let me know what you think!