She was fighting all her life and so was he, maybe that's why they were such a good pair.
In which the archer fell in love with the badass.
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I was packing my things back into my bag, shoving my extra clothes in along with a couple cans of food and water Hershel gave me.
I threw my hair up into a ponytail and limped my way down the stairs, and outside onto the porch. "You can stay you know." Maggie stopped me her hand on my wrist.
I stiffened at the contact and looked back at her, "I survive better alone." I mumbled as my wrist slipped from her grip and I made my way to Rick's group.
I stood awkwardly as they stared at me, Rick walked up to me and handed me my gun which I strapped to my thigh holster then my machete which I hooked to my belt.
I swung my crossbow around my back and stood there, "uh- anyways, thanks for letting me stay but I should go now." I spoke as I turned away.
Rick caught my wrist, "Stay, you can stay with us. At least stay a week and if you don't like it we won't stop you from leaving." I hesitated and looked back towards the woods.
"Okay." I whispered and nodded my head, still tense from where he held my wrist.
I set up camp farther from the group, seems like the archer had the same idea as his tent was closer to the barn.
I walked towards the trees avoiding him as he sat there on a log cleaning his crossbow. "Where you goin?" His voice spoke up but he never glanced in my direction.
"I sleep better in the trees." I said and went to the tree that next to his tent, grabbing the branch and pulling myself up. My back against it, as I secured my bag between my legs and my crossbow hung on a branch.
He was in ear distance so I heard him when he spoke, "Ya even know how to shoot that?" He questioned motioning to my crossbow.
I nodded although that was a lie, my nod went unnoticed by him since he couldn't see me with his back towards me.
I sighed and closed my eyes resting my head back against the tree, "Ya' didn't use it out there in the woods when ya' saw me." He grumbled standing up and setting his crossbow down.
"Didn't feel like shooting the only person I saw in a while, didn't stop you though." I spoke still keeping my eyes closed.
"Thought you were a walker." He grunted out walking towards the tree I was in and peered up at me. "What's your name?" He questioned putting his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun.
"What's yours?" I tilted my head down at him with furrowed brows, repeating his question. "Daryl." He introduced.
He began to walk away, "Grace." I spoke and he paused before nodding and grabbing his crossbow before wandering into the woods.
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Yelling woke me up from my sleep, I immediately climbed down the tree as Daryl ran from his tent running towards the sound that we both heard.
The man called dale was laid in the field his insides now on his outsides. I cupped my hand over my mouth and looked away, Daryl glancing in my direction before looking back down at him.
His arm reached out and stood in front of me so I couldn't see dale.
"Hershel! We need Hershel!" Rick yelled as Maggie came running into the field with Hershel on her tail.
"Can we carry him back to the house." Rick questioned looking at her Hershel visibly upset about the whole thing.
"He won't make the trip." Hershel shook his head in sympathy, Andreas cries echoed in my ear as did carls sobs. My eyes were glued to the ground, not daring to glance back at dale.
"I'm sorry brother." Rick looked down at dale with his gun pointed at his head and pulled the trigger.
