Bitten ( Daryl Dixon / The Walking Dead Fanfic )

Chapter 2

I quickly turned towards the direction the voice had come and saw a few yards a way a man lying on the floor with his back pressed against a tree. I stared at the floor wondering why I hadnt seen him before. "aye lady I ain't got all day" he snapped in his southern accent. I lifted my eyebrow as I took at my gun from my bag and walked towards him. For an injured lil puppy he was rather rude.

He was covered in dirt and blood and seemed to be in pain even though he tried to hide it, men. He couldn't let a lil lady know he was in pain, I smirked at the thought and aimed my gun at his head. "you bit ?" I asked in a calm voice, ready to pull the trigger. "No!" he shot back, he glared at me and I really could not deal with such a 'macho' redneck so I started walking away. "you will be" I flatly replied as I continued.

"Hey ! Hey ! ye can't jus leave me er!" I snapped back and pointed the gun at him "shut you fuckin mouth ! you tryna attract every walker in this side of the forest ?!" I seethed. He looked at me straight in the eye with an expressionless face. I sighed realising I had no other choice but to help him.

"fine I'll give you shelter and food for the night, you can get yourself cleaned up and take care of your injuries too but you need to leave the next day and bloody hell stop attracting attention!" I stuck my hand out for him and helped him up, which was rather hard. He simply nodded and we started to walk back to my farm.

We were walking at a slow pace due to his leg being injured and hadn't said anything. I was too busy thinking whether I should've left him there or not and if he's dangerous. although he didn't seem like he meant any harm. "so.. ye gotta a group or somethin'?" he asked breaking the silence. My head shot up and I stared at him before saying "have you ?" I didn't want to tell him anything but wanted to know what his background story was just to feel that I had the upper hand .

He told me how he had a big group with some leader named Rick and that their farm had been torn apart by a herd and they're all now camping in the road now. I took it all in and felt sorry for him and his group. It must've been hard to have to leave your only safe place like that.

"so how did you end up here?" I asked him realising we were near my farm. he glanced at me then chuckled "I was huntin n' got chased by a few of em geeks " I nodded and sighed.

We were now infront of the farm gates so I took the key out and unlocked the door. The sun was setting so it must've been around 8, the farm looked beautiful and peaceful. I kept my eyes on the redneck and saw how he seemed astonished by the farm he then noticed I was staring at him and smirked. I looked away and closed the gates behind us.