Wake the Dead

chapter 35

"Ya ever used a bow before?" Daryl asked me as he shifted the wait of the deer in his arms. 

He was being a typical guy and wouldn't let me help carry it, but I wasn't complaining; the view of his muscles flexing while carrying that was great.

"A few times. My uncle had one similar to yours and he taught me how to use it." I said, receiving a nod from him. My uncle was the one who taught me how to hunt and shoot, but it had been a while since I used my skills. I guess they paid off though. 

We finally got back to the fields and saw the cabin was in view. T-dog and Glenn, who were on guard, saw us coming and their faces instantly lit up at the sight of the deer. They exchanged looks and said something, but I was too far away to make it out. 

We finally got to the door and Glenn came over with a bright look on his face. He called out to the others who all came running out, but then cheered when they saw the deer. I even saw Rick's face light up for a second, but then it straightened back out. "Mmm, are we gona be eatin good tonight or what?" T-dog said with a smile on his face.

"We'll be eating good for a couple of nights with the size of this deer." Carol said, looking at Daryl drop it on the ground. Everyone had bright looks on their faces, I even saw Daryl try to hide his because he never liked to show emotion. 

A few people went over and started to skin the deer, it was a skill that you seem to pick up in the apocalypse. Once it was ready and Lori and Carol started to cook it, but I had something else on my mind. I looked through all the cupboards in the living room and then went into the kitchen. I started to look through the cabinets and let out a squeal when I found what I was looking for. "Alcohol!" I called out as I saw the shelves full of booze. People immediately came over and started to grab some after I took two bottles of whiskey and walked over to Daryl. 

He was sitting on one of the bottom steps that led upstairs and was cleaning off his arrows. I walked up to him and held out the bottle of whiskey, which he didn't hesitate to take. "I'm so getting shit face wasted." I said as I plopped down on the step next to him. He smirked as he unscrewed the cap and took a long swig, the man could really handle his alcohol. 

I unscrewed the cap to my bottle and downed a big gulp. The whiskey burned my throat, but it was exactly the burn I needed. I wasn't bad at handling alcohol myself, I guess it was a trait that ran in my family. I only drank when I really needed one or was at a party, but I never liked to make it a regular thing. Syd had never had a drink in her life, besides the C.D.C. She hated that my dad was a raging alcoholic so she stayed away from it. I took another long drink to get the thoughts of Syd out of my head. I was planning on getting so drunk that I would forget the state of pain I have been living in. 

I saw Daryl give me a look, but I just laid back on the steps and continued drinking. I started to feel the whiskey take over my body and mind after a while. Leaving me to feel a little wasted, but not enough. Lori called out that the deer was done cooking and I got up, clutching my whiskey like it was my baby. Daryl followed behind and we walked into the little kitchen. 

People where sitting at the table already drunk like myself and drooling over the plates of deer in front of them. Rick was outside on watch as we all ate and drank in peace. The alcohol and laughter that was consuming the kitchen made me feel like we weren't in the damn apocalypse, and I loved it.

"Cheers to Daryl and Fiona for providing us with this damn good deer and alcohol." T-dog said as he raised his bottle. Many people followed his actions and I raised my bottle all the way above my head and did a little dance, causing people to start laughing again. I then took a very long swig and let out a sigh as I leaned back in my chair, seeing Daryl eye me from the corner of my eye.