Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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Whilst on my way to find Daryl I spotted Rick across the street in his uniform and I couldn't help but smile at how happy he looked.
Shaking my head as I chuckled I wove my hand as I passed by and began to speed walk towards the oak tree for fear I was running late.
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As I approached my redneck, he looked up at me through his blue orbs.
"Yer late."
"Sorry babe." I winked placing myself next to him.
Shaking his head with a small grin on his face he intertwined his fingers within mine and led me closer towards the tree.
On the tree I noticed he had drawn a big red X which I assumed would be the target.
He then stood behind me and placed the crossbow in my hands.
He put his hands on my shoulders and began giving me directions.
"Put yer hand on tha'."
"Here?" I asked placing my hand on a part of the crossbow.
"Nah not there."
Smirking he placed his warm hand over mine and moved my hand over to the part where you shoot. He used his other hand which felt soft on my skin to place my hand securely on the bottom of the crossbow.
He then pushed the weapon up slightly and rested his chin in the crook of my neck as he used his hand to control mine, making me pull the trigger.
The arrow hit the X with no problem and went deep into the trunk of the oak tree.
I let out a happy yes at my achievement although technically that was Daryl shooting the bow.
He then briefly took the weapon out of my hands and loaded up an arrow before gently placing the bow back in my hands.
"Now try on yer own." He grinned placing his hands on my waist and once again leaning his head in the crock of my neck.
