Never Make A Promise (TWD/ Daryl Dixon FanFic)

Chatter In The Distance

I was shivering as I ran as fast as I could through the trees. I almost tripped over once or twice due to the lack of feeling in my legs. I came to the opening where I got knocked out and I spun around trying to figure out which way to go.

Alright Jamie, it's time to put your hunting skills to work. I searched the ground for boot tracks but so far I was unsuccessful.

I got a head rush from looking down for too long so I stood up straight and looked around again. I just went by my gut instinct at this point and wrapped my arms around me again as I ran into the woods.

I didn't know where I was going but it felt like the right way to go. I tripped over a tree root sticking out of the ground and went tumbling into a tree. I hit my head and slammed the left side of my body into the tree.

I shook my head but then I became really dizzy and threw up to the side of me. I sat up again and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I just sat there, too cold to move. I shivered violently against the tree not knowing if I was going to die or survive.

My eyes started to close as my shivers subsided and I started to lose feeling in my body. I could just about hear the snapping of twigs in front of me but I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to. I was too weak.

I felt a present in front of me, even though my eyes weren't open I could tell it was a guy just by the smell and it wasn't a rotten smell.

I suddenly felt arms around me but I was too exhausted and weak to fight so I just let it happen. I was then being moved so I opened my eyes a little and saw boots scoffing up the Autumn leaves. I lifted my head up but it quickly flopped back down as I lost consciousness.

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Daryl's pov:

That douche bag let Randall go. Who's Randall? Randall's the dude Rick and Glenn found while trying to find Hershel. Hershel ran off after we shot all of the walkers in the barn. And the douche bag is Shane, the same guy that let the walkers out in the first place. Rick and the group wanted Randall dead but Dale didn't like the idea of it so...

Yup. A lot of things have happened since Jamie left. People think they see her come in and out of camp at night but during the day I... we can never find her and she never comes for her jacket. Just food mostly, a couple of small cans, big enough to last a day or two.

My tent is constantly trashed, I blamed Shane for it but after hearing about Jamie there was no doubt it was her everytime.

I walked through the woods with Glenn as the sun started to set. We found two sets of tracks but according to a 'beat up' Shane, he said that Rendell jumped him and took his gun.

"There's no sign of a struggle" I whisper to Glenn who seemed to be a bit shakey. "come on, this way" I nodded my head to the left.

"there's two sets of footprints" I stated as Glenn took a look. "but Shane said he jumped him" I shook my head "nah, there's two. and they're side by side" Glenn looked closer before shaking again.

We carried on walking until we heard a groan. I took out my flashlight and shone it on a bush but then it turned off. I hit it a couple of times but it still didn't work. "Glenn" I whispered, waving my fingers at him.

Glenn passed me his flashlight and as I turned it on, a walker burst through the bushes and knocked me over.

It pinned me to the ground as I tried to reach for my crossbow. A sudden blunt noise made me flinch but when the walker stopped moving I sighed in relieve. I pushed it off me and stood up where Glenn was staring at the now dead walker.

I grabbed the flashlight that I dropped and shined it on the walker. "is that...." "Randall" I finished his sentence. "did he get bit?" I crouched beside him, checking for any bites or scratches. my fingers then went to his neck "his necks broken" Glenn looked at me "are you sure?" "yeah, there ain't no bite marks or nothang" I stood up.

"what's that?" I looked around as Glenn spoke. "did you hear that?" I shook my head. "no, what?" "i-it sounded like it was coming from that way" he pointed to the left of us. I listened intently and then I heard it... chattering teeth. It was faint but you could hear it.

I jogged in the direction the noise was coming from. We stopped in front of a tree and I shined the flashlight down. There was a figure and it looked up at us half-heartedly before flopping its head back down.

I knelt in front of it, reaching a hand out. "dude!" Glenn grabbed my arm, I looked up at him "we don't know what it is" I huffed and pulled my arm out of his grip.

I reached my hand out again and lifted its head.... Jamie?

Sorry, I forgot about this chapter, I accidently updated it without checking it first. I hope you like this chapter because I total forgot. Sorry again.