Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 64: Bear With Me

I let out a deep huff as I fired an arrow, killing the last of the bear cubs. I lowered my bow and leaned over the edge of the hayloft, making sure that was indeed the last bear, before letting out a sigh and placing my bow by my side.

I swung my injured ankle up onto my lap, crossing it over my other leg comfortably. Then I ripped off the fabric of my jeans around it, then wrapped it back around the wound tightly as a makeshift bandage.

I winced a little as I tightened it.
"Son of a bitch...damn bears treating my like fucking goldilocks.."
I bit my cheek as I squeezed the bandage tightly and knotted it up to stop any bleeding.
"Porridge doesn't even taste good.."

I grabbed my bow and swung it back onto my back before dangling my legs over the edge of the loft again and slowly lowering myself back onto steady ground.

I let out a winced breath as I dropped myself from the hayloft, landing as softly as I could on my feet, but it was still a bit harsh on my injured ankle.

I dusted myself off as I looked around the barn, my eyes landing on the multiple dead bears.
"Well...this was certainly not worth exploring...but hey, at least we can have a feast tonight..."
I grabbed a broken plank and poked the dead bear.
"Wonder what bear stake tastes like..ooh, or bear barbecue..."
I dropped the plank and shrugged.
"Eh, can't be as bad as porridge."
I was about to leave, but froze in place.
"Ah...but how exactly am I going to explain this to the others...."
I turned to the bears and rested my hand on my chin in thought, before sighing.
"Ohh, I am so dead when I get back..."
I scowled at the bears and flipped them off.
"It's all your fault! Damn grumpy bears..."
I let out a deep sigh and clicked my tongue.
"..and I thought Daryl was grizzly..."
I paused as I thought for a moment.
"Well...it is my fault for wandering off..."
I sighed and shrugged it off.
"Oh well, least I'll get a sick pair of slippers before I die...or a cool rug..."
I smiled smugly to myself as I headed to the exit.
"Plus I can't wait to see the look on Daryl's face when he finds out I singlehandedly kill a fucking bear. He's gonna lose his shittt-"

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a soft rustling from behind me, making me stop in my tracks.

I quickly took my bow off my back and loaded an arrow into the string as I snapped around.
"I swear to god if there's another fucking bear..."
I heard more rustling and slowly followed the sound.

The rustling continued and I cautiously followed it to a stall hidden behind all the collapsed sections of the barn.

I stood before the stall door, contemplating as to whether I actually wanted to go inside or not. I mean, even if there was a bear left, I didn't need to kill it, I could just leave. Then again, I wasn't about to let my hard work go to waste...and the sound of a bear rug sounded pretty cool...

I wanted the others to come here and haul the bears back to the prison and I'd rather not get suprise attacked by whinne-Pooh junior...

I slowly kicked the door open with my foot, the stall carefully creaking open. But, to my suprise, nothing was inside..? Nothing that I could see anyway...
Perhaps it was a rat or something?

I lowered my bow and stared at the empty stall with nothing but a big heap of hay inside.
"I think Glenn's right...I'm actually going insane..."
I was about to turn back, but heard another small rustling and stopped myself, scanning the area again, muttering to myself.
"Okay, am I hearing things or am I just stupid?"
I heard the rustling again and noticed some movement in the hay.
"Oh good, there is something here. I was beginning to think I had totally lost it..."