TWD Oneshots

The Claimers - Daryl Dixon

I had a pretty ruff start when the whole world ended. I was on my own a lot and a lot of my groups didn't last long. Until, I found one. It wasn't perfect but it was something. They went by a code and they survived a lot longer than my last groups. So, I stook with them in hope to survive a lot longer.

We call ourselves. 'The Claimers.'

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We came apon an old gas station. It didn't look like much but it could be a gold mine. Our leader, Joe, whistled for us to head inside. The doors are locked so I tap on the glass and waited a few minutes, in hopes to see if anyone or anything is inside. We hear nothing so I nod my head towards the door for Shawn to break it down. The door basically explodes, the impact made the pieces of wood to fly everywhere. Making a clanking noise as they hit the tile floor of the store. We all walk in and the store is dusty and sadly looked cleaned out.

"Head that way, Mitch. Take the lady with you." Joe insists as he points one way. "Shawn, with me." He says and he and Shawn walks to the back of the store. Mitch sighs, not liking being pared up with me. Me and him hate each other and he pulls my strings all the time. Annoying me and trying to get me killed. Of course Joe doesn't believe me as Mitch hides behind a smile full of lies and I get hurt for lying.

I gasp as I feel a hand hit my bottom. I turn around and see Mitch smirking. I know how his twisted mind works. His tricks won't work on me and they certainly won't get me to burst. He just wants me to go running to Joe to Complain and it gets me in trouble for lying. I wasn't in the mood for his games and I certainly wasn't in the mood to get a so called lecture from Joe.

I sigh and turn around, not wanting to see his nasty smirk again. That's when I see a glimpse of a man out the window. I make eye contact with him and his eyes go wide. I walk away from Mitch and towards Joe and Shawn. I sign to them that someone is watching us from outside. We soon slowly walk out with our guns held high.

"We are no strangers here. We don't want blood to be spilled, so come out now." Joe explains. Us all looking around for the mysterious man I had saw.

"Our lady friend told us she saw you. Now she knows better then to lie." He explains. I looked around, hoping the guy didn't leave. I didn't want to have another lecture from Joe for lying and making them seem like a fool. My attention was now on the guy. He slowly comes out from his hiding spot with his crossbow held high and trained on Joe.

"Might want to put that down, son." Joe says, holding one hand up to surrender. The mysterious guy looked my way. Us once again making eye contact. His dark brown hair covering half of his face, his brown dead eyes looking straight into my soul, and his leather jacket glistening in the sun from resent blood being splattered onto it. He slowly put his crossbow down as Joe told us to lower our weapons as well.

"I'm Joe." Joe says as he introduced himself to the strange man. He once again don't reply.

"So, you're the silent type. Don't worry, our lady friend is as well." Joe explains as he points to me. I hold my arms as I look at him, rolling my eyes.

"Daryl." He says with a deep voice as he puts his crossbow on his back.

"He speaks!" Joe yells. Causing me to jump. Which caught Daryl's eye. I had a strong feeling me and him were going to have something in common between the both of us.