Never Make A Promise (TWD/ Daryl Dixon FanFic)

Chubacabra

I rode along the creek on Nellie the horse, it was so hot I was sweating. I kept looking down the creek when a doll came into view. I stopped Nellie and ran down to get a better look. It's Sophia's doll. I shouted her name but k got nothing back, just some rustling bushes.

I climbed back up and clicked my tounge for Nellie to go but it wasn't long until I got thrown as something spooked the damn horse.

I rolled down a steep hall and splashed into the water, "oh.... shit" I looked at my painful side to see an arrow sticking out of It. I moaned and crawled to the edge of the hill. I went to climb up it when the rustling bush stopped me again and I realised I didn't have my crossbow.

I found a long stick and started poking around the deep water. I found it and picked it up quickly before climbing back up the hill. I got halfway until the stick broke so I threw it to the side and continued to climb "come on, you've done half stop being such a Pussy. come on" I took a deep breath and went to grab a branch but the roots came out and I tumbled back down the hill where I passed out.

I managed to open my eyes a little and as I did I saw a figure walking towards me. "why don't you pull that arrow out dummy, you could bind your wound better" I smiled weakly "Merle" "what's going on here? you taking a siesta or something?" "shitty day bro" I groaned, sitting up slightly "like me to get a pillow for ya? maybe rub your feet?" I frowned

"screw you" he chuckled "your the one who's screwed from the looks of it. All them years I spent trying to make a man of you, this is what I get? Look at ya, lying in the dirt like a used rubber. and for what?" I would of punched him if I wasn't fighting to keep my eyes open.

"A girl. They lost a little girl" I said just above a whisper "so you've got a thing for little girls now?" "shut up" I spat. "'cause I noticed you ain't out looking for old Merle anymore" I frowned again "we tried like hell to find you bro" "like hell you did" my eyes started to fall shut as he spoke.

"you split, man. lit out first chance you got" he sounded hurt but Merle never gets hurt emotionly "You lit out, all you had to do was wait. We went back for ya, Rick and I.... we did right by you" I nodded a little.

"is this the same Rick that cuffed me to the roof in the first place? forced me to cut off my own hand. this who we're talking about here? you his Bitch now?" my eyes wondered to what I though would be a stump but his hand seemed perfectly fine "I ain't nobody's Bitch" I growled.

"you playing errand boy for a bunch of pansy-ass, niggers and democrats" I cringed ahem he said those names "your a joke to them, nothing but redneck trash. They're laughing at you behind your back" he crouched down to me and grabbed my face in his hand "I got a little news for you, son. One of these days, they gonna scrape you off their heels like you was dog shit"

"hey they ain't your kin. you blood. hell, you had any damn nuts in that sack of yours you'd go back there and shoot your pal Rick in the face for me" I tried to listen to ever word he said but his voice was fading "Now you listen to me. Ain't nobody gonna take care of you except me little brother. ain't nobody ever will" he shook my head and stood up "Get up on you feet before I kick you teeth in" he started to kick me "let's go".

I managed to get out of there after more banter with Merle and I walked slowly na k to camp with my crossbow dragging behind me.

Jamie's pov:

I got out of the bed after trying but failing, to get that dream out of my head. I walked out of the bedroom, watching my step. if anyone saw me out of bed I'd be in trouble.

I made it outside and I instantly ran/limped to Daryl's tent. "Daryl?" I opened the tent flap and looked around. Daryl wasn't there and neither was his crossbow. He must still be out looking for Sophia. I shrugged and sat in front of Daryl's tent , waiting for him to come back.

I waited for about half an hour in the cold before deciding to sit in the tent.

I looked through Daryl's bag hoping to find something warm that wasn't ripped or torn like all my clothes were, "yes" I smiled as I pulled out one of Daryl's old leather jackets. I threw it on and snuggled into it, it smelt and felt like Daryl. I breathed the jacket in, smiling.

When I heard loud voices I started to panic because I though they would catch me out of bed. I instantly stood up and something fell out. I knelt down and picked it up to find that it was a folded piece of paper. I opened it and nearly gasped when I saw what it was.

It was... a picture of Me? when I was 16 sleeping on a couch but how? when?... of course, my camera from photography class. I shook my head at the memories just as I heard Andrea's voice yell "walker!" I put the picture back in the pocket and limped outside.

I looked in the direction everyone was looking. "I bet I can nail it from here" I looked on the roof of the R.V and saw Andrea readying the shotgun in her hands. "no Andrea, put the gun down" Rick demanded, "You best let us handle this" I looked to my left and jumped a little when Shane was standing just behind me.

"Shane no, Hershel wants to deal with walkers" Rick scowled but of course Shane thinks he knows best. "what for man? we got this" and with that Shane, Glenn and T-dog ran down the field leaving me and Rick to follow behind, I grabbed a crowbar on my way pass the R.V. I almost forgot about the jacket around but I didn't bother taking it off.

When we caught up to the others they were all staring at the walker, why haven't they killed it yet? I squeezed between T-Dog and Glenn.

"Daryl?" I felt my knees wobble but I shook it off "Daryl?" I repeated, Glenn took my arm and shook his head at me. That's when Rick lifted his gun at him. We all stayed silent, I was on the verge of breaking down.

we all waited anxiously when..."That's the third time you've pointed that thang at ma head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?" I looked up and smiled brightly as Daryl struggled to stand. Everyone including Rick lowered their weapons just as a shootgun rang out, I stared at Daryl in horror. He was laying on the floor, not moving.

I screamed. "NOOO!" before kneeling down beside Daryl as Rick continued to yell 'no' at Andrea who made the shot.

Shane and Rick managed to get Daryl up and drag him back to camp with an arm over each of their shoulders. "man, I was kidding" Daryl put his head against his should before passing out. I walked behind everyone else just as Dale and Andrea came running up.

"Oh my god! oh my god is he dead?" "no thanks to you" I muttered to Andrea, she looked at me with worried and glaring eyes "unconscious, You just grazed him" she sighed a sigh a relief as we carried on walking.

"hey guys! isn't this Sophia's?" we all turned around to T-Dog who was behind me and there he was holding up Sophia's old rag doll. Yes! I ran up to him and took the doll. There's still hope!

I love this episode!!! its the best from season one! but is the chapter any good? well.... we'll see.

PS... I'm not doing a fact for this chapter because I'm running out of really good ones. So peace for now!!!! xoxo

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