Him (A Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 7: Hunting

"Hey Micky wanna go huntin'?" Daryl had snuck up on me.

"Jesus Dar you gave me a heart attack! But yes I will go with you, let me go get my bow."

I heard Daryl mumble something and then walked away. What was up with him today?

I saw Rick glaring at Claire who was sitting on the ground with her arms folded.

"Listen here sheriff I can tell you that I did know Daryl and I did like him but I didn't deserve to get the shit beat out of me by that bitch!" She yelled standing up.

"Excuse me but last I remembered you were the bitch that pulled my hair whore. So maybe you should tell the fucking truth because we all know you have feelings for Daryl." I had barged in pushing Claire back on the ground and leaning over her.

"No one asked your opinion you little slut!"

"Okay well I'm pretty sure I am the bitch you were referring to. So go fuck yourself because nobody else will with that attitude."

"DARYL DOESNT LOVE YOU! HE LOVES ME!"

"Oh no you didn't! I will beat the living hell out of you if you ever talk about my Daryl!" Rick was now holding me back so I didn't kill her.

Daryl came running over to me with my bow. He grabbed my waist and pulled me away.

My fist were in balls so I didn't punch anything. Her words kept replaying through my mind. "He doesn't love you! He loves me!" I wanted to punch something, I needed to punch something. I struggled out of Daryl's grip so I didn't hit him and walked to the nearest tree.

I lifted my hand and punched the tree with as much force as I could. I could feel eyes burning into the back of head and could hear Daryl growling my name.

I kept punching the tree ignoring the blood rushing from my knuckles. After a few more hits I had finally gotten my anger out.

Immediately after I stopped I felt Daryl grab me and turn me around.

He looked down at my hands. "What the hell Ken! You're gonna break your fingers!"

"I'm sorry Daryl but Claire just pisses me off and when she said you didn't love me but you loved her, the words kept replaying through my mind and I had to punch something!" I said tears streaming down my face at the thought of Daryl not really loving me back.

"I love you more than anything Micky ya know that! Don't listen to her she's a real bitch 'kay?"

"Okay Dar." He wiped the tear from my eye and we started to walk back. My knuckles were still pouring blood but I didn't mind. I felt Daryl grab my hand and look at my knuckles.

"C'mon Micky we need to get back before you lose too much blood."

When we got back Hershel patched my hand up and I laid down in the bed. I started to cry. I was having my breakdown.

I cried silently until I heard someone walk in and close the door. I looked over my shoulder to see Daryl standing there staring at me.

I turned back over and continued to cry into my pillow. I felt Daryl wrap his arms around me and pull me closer to him.

I turned over and looked into his beautiful crystal blue eyes.

Tears were still streaming down my face. Except I wasn't thinking about my dad. I was thinking about my mom and how much she would have loved Daryl. I shoved my face into Daryl's chest with a smile on my face. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep because I woke up to Daryl's snoring face and the darkness. It was the middle of the night.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at Daryl. I kissed his lips and put my head back in his chest. Then I heard screaming. I jumped up and ran over to the window. I saw dale on the ground with a walker eating his stomach.

"NO DARYL WAKE UP!" I heard him groan and ran over to him. I jumped on top of him and started to kiss him all over causing him to wake up.

I pulled him out of the house and over to dale. Daryl quickly stabbed the walker and yelled. I was crying uncontrollably.

I heard everyone get up and run over. Lori held Carl close so he couldn't see the horrific sight. Hershel was out by now leaning next to me and Rick.

"We have to help him! please Hershel!"

"I'm sorry Rick, but we can't. By the time we get over to the house he will have already turned."

"Well we can help him here! Cut the wound so it can't spread!"

"Not possible it has already spread through his body by now."

Everyone had tears in their eyes and Andrea was screaming and crying like crazy. Rick went to go shoot him in the head but Daryl took the gun. I held onto his torso tightly and cried.

"I'm sorry brother." Then bang, Dale was dead.