Walker bait. (Daryl Dixon love story)

Chapter6

Chapter 6

After Dale died I needed to really think. I can't stand by and keep letting people die. Yet again do I want to keep making bonds with people only for them to be broken. It's a choice that needs to be made.

I think it would be best for me and Daryl to have a bit of space between us. I can't keep dealing with death every couple days. I care for Daryl. That's dangerous. People can use him against me. Make me do thing and I would do them because I don't want Daryl getting hurt. Oh fuck.

I walked over to the tent to grab my bags. Luckily Daryl wasn't there. I looked around for a new home here. I saw the barn which had a upper level of sorts. I climbed up there to make my new home. Then climbed back down to let Rick know.

I found Rick sitting on the porch cleaning his gun. "I moved up into te barn ok? Just so ye know." I told him "Why is that Nicole? You and Daryl get into a fight?" Rick asked. " Now that ain't none of ye damn business is it?" I awnserd. "I'm just trying to help Nicole. I know how it is to fight with the person you love." He said trying to calm me down. "Lori is pregnant." Rick said quietly. For that I had no words. I just turned and walked away.

I found myself in the wood and climbing a tree. It wasn't far as I can still see camp. I just need to be alone for awhile. Lori pregnat? that selfish bitch. What the hell are we going to do with a kid??? What happens when it starts fuckin crying when walkers are passing by. We are all dead cause Lori got horny with out protection. I brought back condoms how many times. And birth control for that matter.

Oh well. Not my damn business. I started thinkin bout other things. I realized I don't know anyone in the camp very well besides Daryl. I really want to get to know Tdog better because he seems like a decent guy. Same goes for Glen and Rick. Also Beth and Maggie.

I think I'm going to cook supper tonight. So for supper I need to go hunting. I hoped down from my tree and began to wonder look for animals.

After about half an hour I spotted a deer. I took my shooting stance and aimed my bow. My arrow went straight through the heart. I walked over to the deer to retrieve the bow and deer it's self. That thing was huge how the hell am I getting that back?

I figured it was about one o'clock in the afternoon so I had time before it got dark. I still was unsure if I could get that deer back. Well let's see I guess. I picked it up into a fireman carry. This is going have to work. As long as I don't fall I will be fine. Hopefully.

I kept walking till I saw the farm. Fuck yea I made with a 300 pound deer. Rick was still sitting up on the porch but now T-dog and Glen were there too. "Let me get this straight. A girl that can't pass 5'5 and 120 pounds soaking wet carried that thing all the way back here?" Glen asked. " Hell yea! Why? Don't think ye could?" I asked him back. Then we all started laughing.

I sat down to start skinning the deer. I'm sure we could find a use for the skin so I kept it. I looked up to see Daryl walking over here. " Did ye really get that thing all the way back here by ye self?" He asked with doubt in his voice. "Yes. Why does it matter?"
"It doesn't." Daryl said turning away.

It took all I had not to run to him and apologize for being short but it's for the best. He can't get hurt trying to protect me. I continued cleaning the deer out and took it down to the house to get started on supper.

So far left in the group there is Daryl,Rick, Lori,Carl, T-dog,Glen, Andrea, Carol, Hershel,Patricia(whom I've never talked to before),Maggie, Beth,Jimmy(again. Never talked too) , and myself. So 14 people to feed. I decided to make a deer stew. Not to terribly hard. I started gathering veggies from the drawers in Hershel's kitchen. I found green beens,potatoes, carrots,onions and celery.

I began chopping the veggies to throw in the pot. Then the deer. After everything was in the pot simmering I turned to see who I assumed to be Patricia watching me. "Hello 'ere." I said. " Hi there sweetie. How is your leg feeling? any pain?" she asked sweetly. "No m'am. Good as new thank ye." I responded. No one since I woke up has asked me bout it. Strange I thought she'd bring it up 3 days after I've been up. Oh well.

I decided it was high time to clean my rifle. It was an AR-15 my daddy and I built. It serves me well. I started to take apart the upper and lower receiver,Glen walked in and sat at the table. "Can I whatch? I've never seen anyone do this before." I nodded in response. I pushed the take down pins through and started to take the upper receiver apart. I started with the bolt. Then continued till the whole gun was cleaned and put together. The I did a function check. "That's a lot to remember. When did you start doing this?" Glen asked. "I first started when I was 7. It's all muscle memory now." I said.

I walked back over to the stew pot too give it a stir. It was starting to smell really good. I checked the meat and veggies and saw that they were close to done. "About 20 more minutes till super ok Glen?" I told him. "Alright Nicole. Smells amazing!" he said back. I have him a smile in return.

After about ten minutes I started setting the table. Beth walked over to help me. After we finished is he walked over to call the group to come in and eat. It was nice to have a big sit down meal. It reminded me of my family. But as of now this was my family.

A/n
Sorry but this chapter sucks. A lot has been going on and this book has fallen behind on my priorities list. Everything is starting to get better so updates should be a bit more frequent. Love you guys!! Sorry bout the shitty chapter.
-CJ