Dixon//The Walking Dead Fanfiction//[Daryl Dixon Love Story]

Just keep talking

My cold back was currently against a very uncomftorble rigged tree, wires were all the way around us connecting a small circle of trees for us to leave from shortly.    The fire was still slightly ablaze in the centre, from the night before, and my babygirls small head rested on my thighs.

She had long blonde hair, like mine, with bright blue eyes, from her dad. It was sad that our only options were to either braid her hair tightly to her head or simply cut it off, therefore at dawn of every day I securely french braid her hair down her back as sort of a routine.  

"Mommy are we almost done? I'm hungry" she wined so innocently.  

"Almost there hun, then well try and find some berries like yesterday. Remember how to do that? You were getting good ya know?"

After 6 years of parenting you come to learn that one of the few ways to get a young girl to keep ocupied is just to let her talk. And talk. And talk.

Her sweet little voice was off on a ramble once again as I half listened and tried to mentally planned the hard days ahead.  

"- and also you dont pick the ones that have parts missing because that way you can get ill and that means tha- "

A snap of a branch made both of our head snap to the same direction but there was no one to be seen. I tied her hair quickly, not taking my eyes from where i heard the crack, and grabbed onto one of my three throwing knifes whilst cautiosly standing up.  

"Lace" I whispered, grabbing hold of her attention.

Her big, shiny, ocean eyes looked  up at me, I pointed above me to the tree we had previously been sat at.

We had done this many times before therefore it was kind of natural now. I helped her up onto the oak.

"Wait here until I get back, okay?" Her frightened head nodded and I tried my hardest not to look scared but to be completely honest, I was petrified, who wouldn't be?  

My brave face on and knife in hand I began to walk ,before after a couple of minues of careful trudging a gap in the trees and bushes were infront of me and miles of feild was revealed it was then that I started to hear the moans.

It was occupied, with around two doesen walkers, and a poor guy being ripped apart.  

I quickly hid behind the bushes while I watched and contemplated helping the poor guy, even though reality said that there was no point as he was practically dead already.