In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 31: 30 Days

"Look, all I'm saying is that I may be better at using this thing than you." I carried Daryl's crossbow in one hand while I carried several squirrels and a few rabbits on a rope in the other.

Daryl had taken me out hunting with him this morning, and he finally let me use his crossbow for once. Now we were walking back to have Carol cook up the meat.

He scoffed, bumping my shoulder in retaliation, "Ain't nobody better than me."

I raised my eyebrow, "I think these-" I motioned to the squirrels and rabbits, "say otherwise."

"Now I see why your brother thought you were a pain in the ass." He muttered. 

Now it was my turn to bump his shoulder, "Wow." I dragged out, "Don't act like you don't like it though. You know it keeps things interesting." I smirked when he sent playful daggers at me, knowing damn good and well, he loved my attitude. 

We finally made it back to the prison, I walked up to Carol who was behind the grill, placing the rope of carcasses onto the counter. 

"I hope these will suffice." I smiled at Carol, but senses sent me into overload when I got the smell of the pork that Carol was cooking up. "It smell's good, Carol."

"He finally let you use the crossbow?" Carol asked smiling up at me as she flipped the pork on the grill. 

"Yeah, after she kept buggin' me." Daryl finally caught up to me, plucking a piece of pork off of the grill and tossing it into his mouth. 

"I need you two to see something. Patrick, you want to take over?" Carol turned to a boy around Carl's age, who was wearing big glasses that covered most of his face. 

"Yes, ma'am." Patrick said enthusiastically. "Uh Mr. Dixon, I just wanted to thank you for bringing that deer back yesterday. It was a real treat, sir. And I'd be honored to shake your hand." He held out his hand for Daryl. 

Daryl looked at him, before licking his fingers clean and slapping his hand into Patricks for a shake. 

As Carol led us out to show what she wanted us to see, I leaned closer to Daryl so only he could hear me, "Mr. Dixon, huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him. 

He scoffed, "Stop." 

"My apologies, Mr. Dixon- I mean, sir." I teased as he rolled his eyes at me, which caused me to chuckle. 

Carol led us to the far side of the prison, and I immediately could see the issue. "We had a pretty big buildup overnight."

On the outside of the fences were at least one hundred walkers throwing themselves at the fence, trying to get in. "You could say that again." I said. 

"There's dozens more towards tower three. It's getting as bad as last month. They don't spread out anymore." Carol said as she crossed her arms. 

"With more of us sitting here, we're drawing more of them out. You get enough of those damn fence-clingers, they start to herd up." Daryl said as he pointed to the few people that were jabbing weapons into the walkers that were hanging onto the fence. 

"Pushing against the fences again. It's manageable, but unless we get ahead of it, not for long." Carol looked at Daryl, "Sorry, Pookie." 

I stiffed back a giggle at the nickname as Carol walked off, "First, Mr. Dixon, then sir, now Pookie?" I teased. 

"Shut up." He grumbled. 

"I'm so sorry...Pookie." I giggled, as he groaned. "So are you still going to go on that run?" 

"Yeah. Planning' on checkin' out the Big-Spot. See if it has anything we can use." He said. 

"Who's all going with you?" I asked, curious to see who would be tagging along.