Truth in the Stones |The Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon|

Unknowing

"God, your shit at this." I teased as Jeremy had yet again missed the black bulls-eye I had drawn on the tree with a dry marker.

I lent him my Genesis compound to try and practice with but he failed miserably. My bow, which I had named Maya, wasn't a crossbow like Daryl's. I was an original model of a compound but mine just had a bit more gadgets on it. My father had given it to me when I was 13 - not that that really mattered. 

"You should stick to guns."

"Yeah, yeah, just keep laughing. I'm gonna save your ass one day." He flung the bow string back and aimed at the mark with one eye closed. He missed again by a long shot.

"See, your problem is you close one eye. You have to keep both your eyes open."

I snatched Maya out of his hands. "Like this." I pulled back the bow string and got the mark on point.

He pursed his lips. "I'm impressed." 

"You should-"

I was interrupted by screams that sounded like Sophia and Carl. I looked at Jeremy for a moment before we both began racing through the woods. We were the first one's there and I ushered Carl and Sophia towards Lori as we ran to the place they were at before. We came face-to-face with a walker to what looked like was eating the remains of a dead deer. Shane, Rick, and Glenn appeared first - circling around the walker as if in a boxing match. I heard Amy and Andrea gasp from behind us, not liking the scene in front of them. The walker seemed to have noticed us as it stood up from it's crouched position and lunged towards Rick. The walker didn't even have a chance as everyone, including Morales, Jim, and Dale, began beating it with their weapons. 

I rolled my eyes and stepped back, realizing I was no longer needed. Jeremy copied my actions, not seeing his need either. They were still beating the thing as if it was still a threat. It was only one walker - they didn't need to beat it senseless. One of my arrows in the head would end it. Dale finally ended it when he decapitated the walker's head with an axe.

"That's the first one we've had up here. They never come up this far up the mountain." Dale pointed out.

Everyone was breathing heavily after what had just happened.

Jim sighed. "They've been running out of food in the city, that's what."

We suddenly heard rustling from behind and everyone turned around, weapon at stance. Shane walked up to the sound and stood the closest, his rifle ready to shoot. But instead of our expected walker appearing, Daryl came out of the bushes. Everyone sighed in relief, knowing we didn't have to deal with another walker. I scoffed at the sight of Daryl, already knowing the trouble he was gonna cause when we would tell him what happened to Merle. 

"Son of a bitch." He said as he walked his way out of the bushes and tree stumps. "That's my deer. Look at it, all knawed on by this filthy, disease bearing, motherless, proxy, bastard!" He sneered as he kicked the walker's body with every word.

Dale spoke. "Calm down son. That's not helping any."  

Daryl stalked angrily towards Dale. "What you know about it ol' man?!"

I stepped in front of Dale, as sort of protecting him. I knew what Daryl was capable of and I knew he wasn't afraid to hit any "old man".

He stopped in front of me, glaring at me for a moment. "You take that stupid hat and go back to 'on Golden Pond'."

He sighed as he turned around, his attention back on the deer. "Been tracking this deer for miles," He began pulling out his arrows from the deer's torso. "Was gonna drag it back to camp. What'd you think? Think we can cut around this chewed up part here?" He asked, pointing towards the area he was talking about.