Twd the walking dead fan fic

Twd 11 the walking dead fan fic

That morning I woke up and slipped out of the barn unnoticed. I took my crossbow off of my back and decided to go hunting. This new world skyrocketed my stress levels and hunting was a great time consumer for me. I wandered off the property without catching anyones attention, my luck was impeccable today. I loaded an arrow into the weapon and took a deep breath. Birds chirped throughout the trees and animals scampered around quietly in the shadows of the forest. The weather consisted of a high humidity and a sun radiating down on the farm.

Minutes passed and I had already obtained three rabbits and two squirrels that were now strung around my belt loop. I wiped the blood and guts from the arrow I just removed from a huge rabbit. Deer tracks lead in front of me, trailing to a bush a few feet away. I circled around it, anticipating tonight's protein source for dinner. The deer blankly stared back at me. I lodged an arrow straight through its eyes.

I retrieved my trophy and jumped at the sight of a person standing behind me, just watching me struggle to lift the dead animal. Daryl stood there, crossbow slung over his shoulders and arms crossed against his chest. I gawked at the definition of his arms. He clearly caught me staring, because he moved his arms to his sides. "Need help sharpshooter?" He teased. I let out a giggle and nodded. He hustled over and took the entire deer from me, carrying it as if it were a baby. "So, what were you doing out here anyways?" I questioned. "Well, I went out here to go hunting and then I saw you out there, finger on the trigger pad and everything. Figured you saw somethin' and I didn't want to make any noise so I wouldn't scare off the critter. Where'd ya learn to hunt like that? Never seen someone, let alone a pretty girl, catch so many animals in such a short amount of time." My face turned bright red and my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. "Well, back at home I hunted a bunch. Whenever I was mad, sad, or just wanted to blow off steam, I went hunting. So, basically I was always out there. Most of the time what I caught was dinner, and I'm always hungry so I got pretty good. What about yourself? Every time you come back from hunting you'll have like 20 squirrels." He looked down, his cheeks flushed and grinning at my response. "Well I'm usually out for hours. You were hardly out there for like 15 minutes. But, I was kinda the same way you were. I hunted if I wanted to eat."

We kept the conversation going for a while more before we neared the edge of the forest. I didn't see it coming, nor did I hear it. Our voices drowned out its footsteps. The corpse stumbled into Daryl, tripping over a branch. It's nails clutched onto the back of his shirt, ripping it all off as it fell to the ground, taking Daryl with it. I aimed my crossbow right at its head and planted an arrow between its eyes. Blood sputtered everywhere, staining Daryl's bare upper body. Luckily the zombie caused no harm to him, only the branches painting him with scratches. He laid on the ground, stomach down. I caught sight of his back. Scars decorating every inch of it. His tattoo even had scars covering it. One ran right over his spine, stretching two feet vertically. He quickly turned around, embarrassed. He reached for his shirt that was fixed in the roamer's hand. He threw it on and wore his emotions. "Daryl, it's okay-" I lifted the back of my shirt and showed him the side of my stomach which was engraved with countless amounts of scars. My words stammered together as I spoke, "My... One of my boyfriends... I... There was nothing I could do about it, except take it... I don't want you to be ashamed of your scars, because I'm not of mine... They're your battle scars, they reveal that you're one tough soldier." He stopped and looked directly into my eyes. His blue eyes piercing through me, casting me under a spell. "Thank you... I... I've never thought of them that way... My dad... He wasn't a good man. Merle wasn't ever home...the same happened to him, too. I just wanted to tell ya I really admire your outlook on things." His southern accent cocooned each word. We continued walking and before we reached the farmhouse, his hand reached out for mine. He locked our fingers together and he gave me a reassuring smile.

Inside the house was a bunch of needed racket. Everyone was talking and laughing loudly, something that rarely occurred now. Shane was currently up and moving, slowly but surely. Carol had made breakfast for everyone this morning. The table was filled with both families, the Greene's and ours. I considered our group a family at this point. Hershel stood at the sink, slumped against the counter. I ambled towards him, greeting him with a comforting smile. "Morning, Hershel." "Morning Ciara, how'd you sleep?" "Pretty good, best sleep I've had in a long time. I just wanted to thank you for letting us stay here temporarily." "You don't think you're leaving? Making us a delightful breakfast and giving us weapons out of courtesy? In this new world that's unheard of." Everyone from our group looked around ecstatically. "Wow, you can't be serious? Hershel that's very kind of you, you have no idea how hard it is out there, this means so much to all of us." "You're right, I don't know what it's like out there, and I'm glad I don't. What are your people's plans for today?" "I'm not sure I'm speaking for everyone here, but I'm planning on looking for Sophia today. When we were on the highway a hoard passed by, and a lot happened. Long story short Sophia wandered into the woods and has been missing for 2 days now. I'm gonna look for myself and that's all I'm aware of." Rick glanced up before speaking on behalf of his schedule. "We're going to split into groups to find her. Ciara wanted to go by herself but the rest of us are going in groups. Daryl is going on his own as well." Hershel nodded, more to himself, and okayed today's calendar. Within an hour everyone was out and about, except for the Greene's and Shane. I wanted to be by myself, because I don't want anyone slowing me down or distracting me. I want to do this alone, for Carol. I want to be the one to find Sophia.