Broken Crown ~Daryl Dixon~

Hunt

Daryl came back with his brother, and they got a whole bunch of animal meat, much that Florence was glad she didn't see the animals die, she could eat meat, she liked eating meat but she hated seeing the animal die. She gave Daryl some time to settle down before she was ready to approach him. 

"What is it, Florence?" He questioned, barely glancing at her, she gave a light smirk, before becoming nervous. He sighed, placing his crossbow down and raised an eyebrow. 

"I want you to teach me to hunt, please." 

"Walkers?" 

"No, I know how to do that. I mean animals. I highly doubt this group is going to stick together forever and so I need to know how to kill animals. Please." The girl had her spear at her side, and a knife in her belt. 

"Fine. We're gonna be a couple of days, get your shit and let's go." Florence nodded and grabbed a bag with hardly anything in it. Grabbed a couple of clothes, socks and shoes. She grabbed her spear which she had fixed and a hunting dagger. Florence informed Mason that she would be going for a couple of days, he gave her a big hug and stepped aside to let her go with the youngest Dixon. 

Daryl carried his crossbow, walking by her side, not saying much until he saw a turkey. 

"You know how to use one of these?" She glanced at the crossbow in his hands, Florence shook her head, he nodded and handed her the weapon. Daryl corrected her stance, fixed her arm posture and instructed her where to look. 

"Put your finger there and-" Florence cut him off as she released the arrow, she shot the turkey and stared at the situation shocked. Daryl stared at her just as surprised,  he nodded proudly and grabbed the crossbow from her hand. 

Florence made a fire, flinching as Daryl chopped the head off, she finished getting the fire ready and then started helping Daryl pluck the bird and prepare it for eating. They sat by the fire, eating the meat, both still not having said anything. 

"Why are you down here? Clearly, you ain't from the States." Daryl tried to not be a jerk, he knew that something bad happened when he found her. 

"It was my dad's birthday, we had a road trip down from Ottawa down to here. We had this cabin in the woods, isolated by the fourth day this shit started and we had to fight these men who tried killing us." Daryl nodded, finished off and gave a smirk to the girl. 

"Guessing you don't know how to use a gun then." The girl shook her head, sighing lightly and gave a frown. 

"Would you really want to use one?"

"Might be useful eventually." 

"If I survive that long, then I'll learn how to use it." 

"How old are you and our brother?" Daryl questioned, she smiled fondly and stared at the fire as it danced around. 

"I'm 25 and he's 16." Florence shook her head, her mind going elsewhere, Daryl dropped the subject and stood up. 

"Gonna take a leak, be on the lookout." Florence stood up holding her spear in her hand and waited for him to get back. Florence laid down once he was back, she stared at the stars and smiled seeing them all. Daryl watched her for a moment, put out the fire and sat on the log. 

"Get some sleep, we'll take turns in shifts.." 

The next couple of days, Daryl taught her more tricks, she learned quickly despite feeling bad for having to kill cute little animals. Daryl kept his patience, not yelling at her when she hesitated or flinched once she killed the animal. 

Florence took her jacket off, wrapped it around her waist and glanced at Daryl as he stared at her heart locket. They were making their way back to camp, having been tracking a deer for miles. Daryl took the choice of saying it was enough for her and could see she was getting overwhelmed by constant killing.