I Need You (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)

Chapter 39

Ruth-

Sshhhh, what was that? Tree, tree, nothing, keep moving. Wait stop. A frog, quick grab it, kill it, dinner. Keep moving there might be a spot to sleep tonight just around that corner. Quick, quick, wait, hear that? Walkers. Get your machete. One, good hit, two, three, great now I've got guts on me, four! New marks tonight, good job soldier. Oh my fiend, this tree, yes, it's perfect to sleep in tonight.

I climbed up into a tree, that had a very nice high gap in it, a good spot to sleep tonight. Well, I'm sure you're wondering, what happened? Well, because of the Saviors return, they postponed work on the Hilltop, and my options were, either stay in the holding cell, until work picked up, or leave. So I left. Oh, where's Daryl, well, hmm, I don't know? I left him, we went back to Carol's house, and I left while he was asleep. Of course I felt bad, but I couldn't keep dragged him down with me. I didn't leave a note, I wasn't leaving signs, I didn't want to be found, I didn't want him to follow me, I wanted him to go back to Rick, Maggie, his family, I didn't want to keep him from people that cared for him.

Finally, I made it to the boat docks, and there were a lot of them here, looks like a large group thought they could survive out in the water. There was nowhere safe, no where. I stepped off the dock into the closest boat, checking it for supplies, only finding dead, rotting bodies. I continued my way through the crowded boats, to one that wasn't jammed into the cluster of boats. I had no knowledge when it came to boats, this one had a large sail, and I imagined it would get me where I wanted to go, it had a motor, and also oars, I guess just incase there was no wind, or the motor died. As I stood in the boat, I looked back at the docks, skimming the shore edge, no one followed me. I shoved off the other boats, and started off into the vast ocean.

This boat had a navigator, that actually still worked, but I didn't know how to read it. Stupid. I pulled out my map, and did my best to navigate where I was in the ocean, what states I was near. I sailed my boat for several days before stopping in what I assumed was Florida, and I was right. There was a huge sign at the edge of the pier, with the state of Florida printed on it, and in large painted letters read," TRESPASS AND DIE." I'm sure it was an old sign, and whoever wrote it, I'm even more sure was dead. I tied my boat to the nearby dock, and readied my bow before stepping off my boat. I lightly placed my foot on the old wooden dock, carefully placing the other on the dock, crouching as I made my way to the end of the dock.

I skimmed the area as my feet met the warm concrete sidewalk. This place looked completely deserted, I might be walking into a trap. I could be walking into someone's community, or a horde of walker's, I guess I'll see, but hopefully it's something I can get out of. All I needed to find was a few cans of food, maybe a pot to boil water, anything useful. I knew I would be out on the water a while, I'm just not sure exactly how long. I crept up toward the town, peering around, scoping the street, watching for Walkers, and people.

I approached one of the first small markets, finding, a few jars of jam, a few cans of food, that's it. There's no saying how old these were, they were under the shelves, maybe dropped by someone in a hurry. This would have to do, I didn't want to get any deeper in this town, and get myself trapped. I put my findings in my pack, got my bow back into position, and headed back for my boat. I tossed my pack onto the boat, and put my bow onto my back, resting next to my arrows, as I crouched down to untie my boat. That's when I was grabbed from behind, and thrown down on my back, with a loud crack. Stupid! I tried to focus on my attacker, and stop my head from spinning, as I was kicked in the side, and thrown against the dock again. I gasped loudly trying to get the air back into my lungs, as I saw my attacker walking toward me again. Ruthless, you're up.

As the men made his way toward me, I quickly kicked my legs into his gut. I quickly jumped to my feet, feeling arms wrap around my tightly, I plowed my elbow into his ribs several times, he still didn't let go, so I firmly gripped his crotch and twisted. The man whaled in pain, and I threw my head back into his face, he let go stumbling back, and I shoved him off the dock. I heard the other man bounding toward me, I pulled my bow off my back, quickly set my arrow ready to fire, pulling back my bow string, and right as I got it into position, and released, my bow broke in half. My arrow, stuck into the man's shoulder, making him stop, and fall to his knees. I held the two halves of my bow in my hands, looking at its splintered edges, I wrapped my hands tightly around them, and stomped toward the man. I pulled my arrow out of his shoulder, kicked him to the ground, and started stabbing my broken bow into him, screaming in anger.

"Stop! Stop!" Someone yelled at me, and I lifted my gaze as I stabbed the jagged belly of my bow into the man's chest one more time. The man stood with a baseball bat rested on his shoulder, and a large group stood behind him, looking just as intimidating, and gangster as him." Leave, now, before I change my mind little girl." I slowly stood to my feet, with a menacing look on my face. Don't do it Ruthless, don't do it.

"Little girl?" Stop, stop it," who you calling little girl, ya pansy." You did it, stupid.

"You better put your ass on the boat now." He pointed his bat at me.

"What're you going to do, kill me?" I dropped my hands to my sides.

"Nah, it'll be worse than dying, it'll be slow and painful, you'll wish you were dead." He threatened.

"I'm already dead." I shook my head, pulling my broken bow out of the man I killed with it, heading for my boat.

"Take this, and don't come back here." He tossed a basket of supplies into my boat.

"Don't worry, I won't." I shoved my boat from the dock, and headed back into the waters of nothingness.

As the wind blew my boat toward my desired location, I kept my eyes glued to the shore, making sure it wasn't getting further away, or too close. I looked down at my sticky hands, and leaned over the boat, washing the sticky blood off my arms, hands, and face. After patting myself dry, I sat back down looking at my bow, broken, splintered, covered in blood, bits of flesh stuck in the cracks of the wood. This was one of the last things I had from my past, one of the good memories from my past, and now it was gone. Well I mean, it was just broken, but I don't think it was fixable. I tied the bow string around the bow, and wrapped a bandana around it, placing it into my pack. Tears started to fall down my face, as I looked back out at the shoreline, the waves gently rocking my boat, slightly soothing in a way.

I just killed someone. I wasn't sure how to deal with that, I mean I've killed people before, but not that brutally, what had happened to me? If Daryl knew about that what would he say about it, he'd probably just tell me, you did what had to be done. No that man attacked me, broke my bow, no way was I going to let him have the satisfaction of getting away with that. I was well past Florida by sundown, and anchored my boat, as I got comfortable below deck. Well, it wasn't below deck, but I don't know what to call it, the boat bedroom? Whatever anyway, I curled up into the bed, wrapping the blanket around me tightly, making sure my feet were covered, and that my knife was at the ready, even kept my machete stuck to my side. I closed my eyes, and slowly drifted off into sleep, dreaming sweet Daryl dreams.