Survival 101: With Vivian Bell

Chapter 8: Fastest Pizza in All Atlanta

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"You are such a good dog, yesh you are, yesh you are." Daryl rolled his eyes at her overly affectionate petting towards Luna, who was shamelessly enjoying the praise. Vivian sat between the dog and the hunter, Daryl was driving once again. The interior smelt like sweat, dirt and wet dog. He wondered if this was what he smelled like to the others after his hunting trips.

"Leave that dog alone woman, yer embarrassing 'er." He stated gruffly trying to hide his amusement. Vivian looked to him with her fingers still buried in the dog's thick fur. She wasn't thrown by his tone of command. Daryl figured, after what happened she wouldn't be able to stop grinning for a week.

The thought didn't bother him in the slightest.

"Well somebody's gotta show appreciation; she did such a bang up job in taking down that deer." She retorted while scratching at the back of Luna's floppy ears. Daryl shot her a glare, clearly insulted by her words.

"What'r ya talkin' abou' woman?" He snapped crossly "My bolt is what brought tha' varmint down."

"Right after I found it and Luna tackled it down."

"Right." He grumbled sarcastically.

"Right." She mocked with a cheeky little smile. Daryl's face felt hot, he blamed the glare of the setting sun directed at them.

"Aw man," She sighed, releasing the dog and leaning back into the leather seat of the vehicle "I am going to stuff my face tonight—if there are leftovers of course."

Daryl scoffed "Yer... sure, eat in public and there will surely be left over's instantly."

Her gaze on him narrowed but she didn't look as snubbed or abashed like he expected, she seemed more amused than anything.

"Well somebody's gotta sense of humor, from the way you tired to bite my head off back there." She mused, folding her toned sun kissed arms over her chest.

"Woman ya wer takin' me down the wrong path."

"No I wasn't I knew exactly where I was—"Vivian stopped mid scolding, scowled like Daryl before looking off at the stretch of road they drove over "Ah forget it, we got the job done didn't we?"

Daryl bit his tongue, no point arguing when she was the one being diplomatic. Though his grumpy expression didn't last that long, it softened the instant he looked her way.

He didn't know why he felt so relaxed beside her, he didn't know if he liked it.

Daryl wasn't expecting her recoiling form under all the praise she received for the hunt. Considering the way she was proudly flaunting and mocking Daryl the entire ride back to the prison. He expected her to bask in the admiring faces.

At one point she hide behind him, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other when the burly half of the group came to help take the kill to be prepared for dinner.

He pitied her a little. They were a lot more alike than he had thought, clearly she was uncomfortable around praise, being so ill prepared for it.

Rick was surprised by the entire ordeal, so were most of the first people in the prison. The women were preparing the meat for dinner. Everyone was waiting, anticipating for a good hearty meal after a long day.