The Story of Daniella Dixon (Carl Grimes/Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Sooo... I came up with this next chapter in my literature class. We are reading A Mid-Summer Night's Dream, so it is really easy to get side tracked in that class. By the way, does anyone understand that story? If so, please contact me. I am having some serious trouble trying to figure out what the hell Shakespeare is trying to say. 

Anyway... Here it is ~ Enjoy! :)

Love y'all!

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The next morning I woke up to find Carl not in his bed. I grab my bag and bow, and head downstairs to find Michonne and Carl whispering about something. Michonne nudges him and smiles. He chuckles under his breathe. I walk into the kitchen.

Michonne threw me three granola bars. "I know it's not much, but that's the only breakfast food we have and there was only twelve in the box. So..."
I interupt her: "When was the last time any of us had a meal bigger than this?"

Michonne smiled at me, then Rick walked in. 

"We should get going. We are heading to a shelter, that I think some of our old group may have headed out to," Rick said.
"You mean Terminus?" Carl asked.
"Yeah..," Rick said. 

I noticed that Rick and Carl didn't have a good father-son bond. Their responses to each other were short and sarcastic. 

Rick slowly peeled his eyes off of Carl, before directing his vision to me. 

"I've seen signs all over for this place, and I bet most of our group as seen it and is heading to it right now," Rick says. "Those who arrive, survive," Michonne says. 

I scrunch my face up in confusion. 

"What?" Carl asks. 
"That doesn't sound too good to be true to y'all?" I ask.
Carl and Michonne look down at the floor. 
"Sometimes, you have to take chances. Especially if it means getting our family and friends back," Rick says. "Now, how good of a shot are you?" he finishes. 
"Bow or gun?" I ask. 
"Both," He answers.
I smirk. "Hold that thought."

I walk outside as they follow me. I stand on the porch and wait to spot a bird or squirrel. 

About a minute later a squirrel runs up a tree about 50 feet away from me. I quickly put an arrow on my bow string, arch it back and shoot, perfectly targeting the squirrel. I walk down the porch stairs and grab the arrow and squirrel. I turn around and walk back towards them. 

I look up to find all of their faces in awe. 
"Uhhhmmm, excuse me?" I ask, hesitantly. 
Rick's face slowly comes back to reality, and hands me a hand gun. 
"You'll be needing this. Your aim is phenomenal, definitely a Dixon," Rick says while smiling.
I smile, thinking of how awesome my dad is, and how awesome it will be his daughter.

We all four walk into the house to grab our stuff, and head out.

While we were walking, I would constantly feel Carl's eyes lingering to me. Every time I looked over, he would quickly redirect his eyes. I kind of felt uncomfortable having Carl looking at me, and probably thinking about me too. I mean, he's cool and stuff, don't get me wrong. But I've never had anyone crushing on me, so I don't know how to react to this. Even if I did like him back, I probably wouldn't be able to tell, because I never feel my emotions. I'm emotionless.

Michonne, Carl, and I were all walking side-by-side, behind Rick. Michonne and Carl were having a contest to see who could walk on the railroad tracks the longest without falling. I was the referee, walking in the middle. Being that Michonne was a girl, I had an instant bond with her. I lightly pushed Carl off the track, giggled, and ran. Michonne followed me, laughing, and giving me a high-five. Carl laughed at us. and started after us. 

We ran to catch up with Rick. We started walking his pace when we got there, when Carl caught up with us, and grabbed my waist from behind. I screatched and laughed as Carl pulled me back into him. 

I see Michonne and Rick turn around and look at us. They look at each other and smirk. 

Carl screamed: "I will get you back!" and smiled. 

He let go of me, as I wiped the smile off my face realizing what Carl had just done. He just grabbed me from behind... BY MY WAIST!

Carl walks up to Rick and starts quietly talking to him. As they both walk forward, Michonne and I walk side-by-side. I looked over at her to find her smirking. 

"What?" I quietly ask.
"Carl, you...," she said as her smile began to grow.
"No...No. I don't like him," I say.
"Ha! The feeling may not be mutual, but he definatly likes you. I can tell. It's not that hard to notice his constant glances at you," Michonne says.
I sigh. "I wish he didn't," I say. 
Michonne looks at me confused. 
"No one has ever liked me, and vise versa. I don't know what it feels like to like someone," I say. 
Michonne smiles: "You'll know if you liked someone, trust me. Even if you're emotionless."
I just silently keep walking staring down at the rocks.

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So guys back to the legit Walking Dead. Do y'all think Terminus is good? I think it's too good to be true, but on the other hand, all the groups are moving towards it. So, I guess I have mixed feelings about it.