Bitterly *Daryl Dixon Love Story*

Six

Everyone went off to do their chores for the day and Brooklyn gathered her belongings to head home. Daryl sat on the porch in the old rocking chair watching as she saddled her horse.

"Do you come here often?" he asked

Brooklyn didn't answer right away. How could she fall in love in this world? Did love even exist anymore, she saw what evil it held, how could it?

"I come from time to time, when I need to." she said coldly not looking at Daryl.

Daryl looked off into the field "I know that its hard to feel anything when you have things like walkers on this earth, but I feel something for you."

Brooklyn didn't look up "What ya' mean?"

"I like you Brooklyn and it's rare for me to have that feeling towards someone." he said stressing his voice.

She sighed "The last thing I want right now is someone else to lose. It's best we don't like each other."

"Well if that's how you want to be... then fine, it probably is best I don't have someone in my way." He said with hurt flowing through his veins.

Brooklyn just looked at him, teary eyed. She tightened her saddle and pulled herself onto her horse.

"Well bye, I hope your wounds heal."

"No, Brooklyn wait..."

She galloped off before he could say anything. He slammed his fist onto the arm of the chair, why was he such an idiot? Why does everything so good have to go wrong. He never had it easy and he couldn't except life when it was. He certainly didn't know how to love Brooklyn. Love wasn't something he knew even before the virus spread.

He got up and kicked the chair back making his side sting. He let out a grunt and looked at his bandage; it was bleeding again. He didn't care though, he wasn't going to tell Hershel. There was only one person he wanted wrapping his bandages.

He stood at the end of the porch for what seemed for forever, imagining Brooklyn would come back and he could hold her in his arms. There short kiss made him feel something he's never felt before. He started to hallucinate Brooklyn galloping back up the farm yelling to him, her image grew closer and closer.

"Walkers!"

Daryl leaped forward. It wasn't just his imagination, Brooklyn was riding as fast as she could towards him, yelling.

"Walkers! Walkers!"

She stopped just before the porch still yelling.

"Where?!" Hershel said booming through the door.

"Just at the edge of the fields, a whole heard of them."

"Are they after you?" he asked

"No." she said breathless "I saw them through the trees, there's got to be a hundred just standing there."

"It's not safe for you to leave then, you've got to stay until they clear."

Brooklyn breathed heavily and nodded to her uncle then looked at Daryl.

"My wounds bleeding again." he said.

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I am so sorry it's short I wanted to get in another chapter.

I've been trying to finish before my camping trip to the cabin.

My brother and I just finished watching Grave Encounters.

Its a really scary movie. I was so scared I start crying.

Watch that movie!

Love you Dixoners!

-Kae