My Hunter || D. Dixon (On Hold)

Twenty-Four - Fucking Horse

Growling, I undo my belt, tying it around my thigh just above the knife. Daryl kneels beside me on the sand since we got out of the water. "Fucking horse," I mutter, grunting as I take the handle of my knife and count back in my head, angling the knife just right before slowly pulling it out. A gasp of pain leaves me as Daryl gets up and gets a rather sturdy looking stick, going to find his crossbow.

Daryl comes up with his crossbow, motioning to the hill. "We gotta climb." He says and I groan, standing up. The two of us make it good ways up before Daryl lost his footing and fell right back into the water. I curse under my breath, getting a good grip on my spot.

I grunt, my leg burning with pain as I watch Daryl at the bottom completely out of it. "Daryl?" I call to him, looking to the end of the water where three walkers started to move in from the trees. "Fuck, Daryl!" I call again, slowly starting to descend the hillside, nearly falling twice. I drop the last foot into the water, falling over in pain as one of the walkers turn their attention to me. "Come on."

One of the other two drops to their knees, gnawing on Daryl's boot. I scramble to my feet, pulling my bow off of my back and taking off an arrow and drawing back and firing into the head of one of them. The third walker tackles me after the one drops. I yell out, pushing my bow between the two of us to keep the walker from biting into me.

Daryl snaps out of his trans, ripping the arrow from his side and loading it into his crossbow. He shoots the one on him then turning his attention to me. "Daryl!" I yell, turning my head away from the walker. Daryl comes up on the walker, stabbing his hunting knife into its head. The body falls limp and I grunt, letting go of the bow as the full weight falls on me. I push the body off as Daryl holds his hand out to me. I take his hand in mine, letting him pull me up to my feet.

"Come on." He says, looking back to the hill for a moment before looking back to me. "This time." He says and I nod turning to the hill as we start to make our way back up it. Daryl reaches the top before me, holding his hand out as I nearly fall.

I regain my footing, looking up at Daryl before taking his hand in mine. "Fuck." I hiss in pain as I get up to the same level as Daryl, landing on my knees to catch my breath. "Holy shit." I breathe out, looking to Daryl. "We made it, by the Gods we made it." I stumble to my feet, leaning on Daryl and Daryl leaning on me as we start to make our way towards the farm again. "After this, Dare you need anything at all you don't hesitate to ask." I laugh, patting his shoulder with the hand that's slung across it.

Daryl smiles a bit, glancing over to me. "Yeah? I might take you up on that. My bike's getting muddy." He says and I roll my eyes, seeing the field clearing that leads to the farm. "Tell Jess that I saved your ass." He laughs as I hit his shoulder.

We walk out into the clearing, the farmhouse in sight. "Yeah whatever you say." My gaze catches Shane as he and three others run up to us, weapons drawn. The way that they looked at us was like we were monsters, covered in mud and blood, limping and all that.

Rick gets to the front of the group, pistol pointed at us. "That's the third time you pointed the gun at me, you gonna pull the trigger or what?" He asks, a gunshot sounding out from the camp and a moment later Daryl's thrown back from the shot hitting his head, almost dragging me down with him.

Rick starts yelling at them for shooting the gun. "No. No. No. No." I repeat, grunting as I drop to my knees, looking at the wound caused by a bullet skimming the side of his head. "Dare?" I question as Shane and Rick help him to his feet, Glenn helping me to mine.

Glenn looks at me then at Daryl with an eyebrow raised. "What the Hell happened out there?" He questions as I lean on him a bit more.

"Guys," T-dog calls, making the three men turn and look to him. He holds up the doll that we found. "Isn't this Sophia's?"