Dixon Darlin'

Ch. 1

I say out on the front porch just thinking about my life before the apocalypse.I missed my mom and my dad. My brother and sister. I wasn't sure if they had survived, but I prayed everyday that they did. My dad had really good hunting skills and he had been teaching my brother a little whole before I left to New York. I had left in hopes of becoming a fashion designer. I worked as an intern at a big designing studio. Boy was that dream a bust now. Who knew my dreams would be crushed by the walking dead.

I looked up and saw Glen talking to Lori. They were too far out in the distance for me to hear what they were saying. It seemed like they were having an argument about something. Glen looked pretty upset as he walked away. I knew something was up.

I got up and walked over to Dales RV to talk to him. I loved Dale. He was a really good listener and he always had the best advice. I looked up to him as a father figure.I walked to the roof of the RV and saw the weapon laying there. I had been learning how to shoot. Shane and Rick were teaching everybody a little while back. I couldn't wait to test my skills.

As I was about to get down to talk to Dale I heard Shane call out "Walker!"

"Just one?" I heard Glen ask.

I took out my binoculars and saw the walker headed our way. "I think I can nail it." I said grabbing the sniper from where I stood. This was gonna be an easy kill. My chance to prove that I could do more than just wash clothes and dishes.

"No.No. Put that gun down." Rick pointed at me and paced towards Shane. "Shane hold up!" he yelled. "Hershel said he wanted to deal with walkers."

"For what man? We got it covered." Shane said as he continued towards the walker along with others.

"Dammit!" Rick hissed. He ran for his gun and sprinted towards the walker.

I looked out in the distance where the walker was and then down at my gun. I looked back up and I knew I could take this walker out. I cocked it with out even looking and brought the scope to my face. I didn't get a good shot so I dropped down on my belly and aimed at the walker. I saw the group stop in front of the walker. It was a perfect shot.

"Jazlyn don't!" I heard Dale call out.

"I got this." I assure him. I took a deep breath in and let it out as I pulled the trigger. I watched the walker fall back an I knew I had hit it. I felt a smile form on my face. I did it! I shot the walker. I knew this would prove that I was capable of helping out. To keep watch and shoot the walkers. I di-wait. What did I do?

"No! no!" I heard Rick yelling.

What the hell did I do?!

_Daryl's POV_

I was finally back where the group was at. I limped my way towards them fighting the pain in my side from where my arrow went straight through me. I was covered in squirrel blood, sweat, and dirt. I felt and looked like shit.i think I had saw Merle but I'm sure I was just hallucinating. He sure as hell pissed me off.

I dragged my crossbow behind me and I saw Rick, Shane, Glen, and T-Dog all in from of me holding weapons. Rick cocked his gun and aimed it towards me as we all stopped.

"Is that Daryl?" I heard someone ask.

"That's the third time you pointed that thing at my head!" I said. I heard everyone release sighs as they lowered their weapons. "You gonna pull the trigger or what?" I continued. He lowered his weapon also. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head and I flew back onto the floor.

"No! No!" I heard Rick begin to yell.

The group rushed to help me on my feet.

"I's just kiddin'." I grunted as I tried to stand.

_Jazlyn's POV_

I was back on the porch thinking about what I had just did.

"What's wrong?" Dale asked as he sat down next to me.

I sighed ms rested my elbows on my knees. "I shot Daryl." I admitted. I couldn't believe it. I hardly talk to the man and then I just shoot him? I felt horrible.

"Ahh.Don't be so hard on yourself." Dale said. "We've all wanted to shoot Daryl."

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. It was true. Daryl could be a real dick sometimes...most times.

• • • • •

I walked into the tent that Daryl was resting in. I held a book called 'The Case Of The Missing Man'. " It's not that great but..." I handed the book to Daryl.

"What no pictures?" he asked as he flipped the pages.

I smirked at his snaggy remark. "Look I feel like shit." I admitted.

"Yeah." Daryl adjusted the pillow beneath his head. "You and me both."

I sat down on the stool beside the bed he was laying on. "I hope this doesn't cause any conflict between us. I really didn't mean to shoot you. I mean I did but that's because I thought you were a walker. I didn't thi-" he cut me off before I continued ranting. I usually did that when I got nervous.

"It's cool.i know you meant no harm." he said.

I sighed an looked down. "Alright." I got up from the seat and walk towards the outside of the tent but he stopped me.

"Hey!" he called out. "Shoot me again...best pray I'm dead." I smirked as I slightly nodded and walked away. I liked the way he always had a snazzy little comment. He had a sarcastic humor and it sort of made me feel comfortable around him. I guess I always had a soft spot for 'bad boys' or whatever you wanna call 'em. Wait. No. This is Daryl we're talking about here. He's a redneck douche. I can't let myself fall for someone like him again. Not this time. My only priority right now is simply survival.

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