Criminal Hunter | Daryl Dixon ✔ (Complete)

Chapter 5 | Dixon

Daryl's eyes widened when I jumping into the pond beside him. I laughed when I saw his face and moved closer to him, splashing water on his face as a joke. This was the first time since the start of the apocalypse I've been happy, I've forgotten the sound of my own laugh was until now. And I could tell Daryl hasn't had this much fun in a while too as Glenn told me he acts like an ass a lot

I was laughing loudly and daryl's smile got wider as we splashed each other with the water, he grabbed my arms and pulled me close to him, dunking my head under the water for a couple of seconds and brought me back up. I turned to him with a smile on my face and said "we're supposed to be hunting" I laughed

"There ain't nothing wrong with having some fun" he said to me, looking into my eyes. My eyes switched from his eyes to his lips before leaning in, ready to kiss him but our lips never connected. I opened my eyes and his face had moved back so that we never did kiss, his face red was anger. "What the fuck. Why did you try and kiss ma lips?" He shouted, pushing me away from him. He moved quickly out the water and grabbed his shirt and crossbow, walking back to camp leaving me shocked, still standing alone in the water.

I stood in shock, I was saddend that he pushed me away from him and left me without explaining myself. I stood in the water for a minute, thinking what I did wrong. I looked down at the water moving around my body and stared to wonder if I should go back to camp.

My thoughts got interupted when I heard the groans of a walker shaking in the bushes, I huffed and walked out the warm water and grabbed my knife and cut through the walkers head. I saw it's limp body fall on the ground before me and I turned around to grab my top and put it over my body

The wetness showed through the shirt but I couldn't care less and started walking back to camp, knowing fine well that I'm going to get comments and comments why my top is wet and why Daryl came back early and pissed off.

When I finally got back to camp everyone was shouting and hadn't noticed I had came back, Everyone but Daryl. I looked around for him and I saw him sitting in his tent sharpning his arrows. He didn't look up at me but he knew I was there as he started getting rougher with his arrows until one of them snapped, making me jump with the sudden sound of the wood breaking and him storming off into the crowed of people arguing.

"We're going to the CDC, there's a better chance of a cure!" Rick shouted at Shane who was protesting but finally agreed to go anyway.

When they finally stopped their augment and started talking about seating aragments and filled up all cars without putting me in any of them. Rick turned around to me and his face resembled pure dread like he had forgotten about me

"I'm not sure what happened between you and Daryl when you went hunting, but I hope you can solve it when you're in the car with him" he said before walking away towards his car

"What? Are you making me share a car with him?" I asked him, pulling his shoulder back to turn him around to look at me

"there isn't any other cars available, I'm sorry but yes" he told me and walked away again, leaving me to walk upto Daryl who was sitting in his car waiting for everyone to leave. He obviously didn't know I was sharing a car with him

"Fuck sake" I mumbled before walking upto his car and getting into the passenger seat. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow in a questioning manor.

"Wha' you want?" He asked me, turning his engine on

"I'm sharing a car with you. Deal with it" I said, resting back into the seat before he drove off with the rest of the group. I was dreading this whole ride

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criminal Hunter | Daryl Dixon

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