AMBER | Daryl Dixon

Amber's Arrows Through It All

Amber's POV

(A year and a half without Daryl)

"She still won't speak?" I heard someone whisper.

"Yeah. It's been two weeks." Replied the other.

"Well do you know anything about her?"

"No, not really. All I've heard is that she came back with Tyler and David and had spoken to Andrew. Those were the only ones she's willing to talk to."

"Who the hell would leave a child like that?" I just scoffed as I stared down at my arrows.

"Hey, knock it off. If you have something to say to her, then say it to her." I looked up to see who had intervened between the conversation.

It was a conversation between 2 girls standing not far from where I was. Then another boy, named Hunter was the one to intervene. The two just looked at him then over at me. They just sort of nervously smiled at me before walking away.

I glanced over at the Hunter boy, having him smile at me. I just looked away and focused back on my arrows.

Not long after, a women's voice approached me.

"Hey Amber? You hungry?" I looked up to find Irene standing with a bowl in her hand.

"I'm Tyler's wife. He told me to look after you while he's gone." I just looked at her. She smiled.

"I know you've only arrived just over 2 weeks ago, and I'm sorry that I haven't spoken to you-" She took a step closer to me, having me scoot away.

"Sooner." She sighed. She then bent down and then set the bowl down by my small bag.

"Please eat. I know it's not much. I'll come back in a few to check in on you again." With that, she stood up and stepped away. I just looked over towards the bowl and found some fish bites in the bowl. I just shook my head and made my way into my tent.

"I hate fish." I whispered. Just as I zipped the door close, someone spoke.

"Hey, you in the tent." I froze.

"Why don't you talk? Come on. No one's gonna hurt you." I eased as the voice laced from its harsh tone. I sat still as the silhouette outside my tent sat down.

"It wouldn't hurt for you to talk to someone you know." They continued. I then heard them sigh.

"Alright. Fine. Be stubborn but I'm not gonna leave until you talk. You're too young to be left alone." Then silence, other than the light chatter from everyone else in camp. I just sat back, letting out a sigh.

I knew who the person was. It was none other than Hunter. The only reason I know his name was by hearing other people calling him and telling him to stop bothering and pestering me.

For the past week, he's been trying to get me to say a word to him or anyone else in camp. The only person I would really respond to was either Tyler or Andrew. Suddenly, I heard him begin to whistle. I groaned and tossed my knife to the ground.

I hate whistling. It makes my skin crawl and it all just reminds me of Joe and Greg.

I watched as his shadow shot up from his sitting position at the sound of my knife hitting the side of the tent. I could see his shadow kneel down infront of the tent, then sigh.