The Survivors of Dawn

Guns and roses

As we walked back to the farm, my clothes began to dry up. My hair was still dripping with pond water, but it would soon become frizzy and dry if we kept walking like this in the hot, afternoon sun. I took a deep breath of the humid air mixed with the slightly dewy leaves, and glanced at Daryl, who was in front of me. He stomped on the leaves and sticks, yet made barley a sound. A lot of hunting I suppose.

I walked a little faster to catch up with him. He looked at me from the corner of his eye and then focused on the trail we came down.

"Do you like it here?" I asked out of the blue. Daryl grunted, but didn't answer my question. He just kept stepping on the twigs and tried not to make eye contact with me. I sighed and inched back a little, not wanting him to turn into an asshole.

We reached the farm about 15 minutes of walking. My hair was still slightly wet and now very tangled. I opened my bag. Daryl was walking away.

"Hey Daryl!", I said loudly, catching his attention. I jogged up behind him and he turned around. I reached into my bag and grabbed 2 of the squirrels, shoving them into Daryl's chest area.

"Here. About half.", I said, making eye contact. Daryl looked into my eyes and stood silently for a minute. Then he looked at the squirrels, then grabbed my hand that was holding the dead animals. His hands were very warm, yet soft and curvy, probably from having a death grip on his crossbow. He pushed the squirrels back to me.

"You keep them, you killed them. You're probably hungry anyways.", he said softly.

Then as if on Que., my stomach rumbled. I blushed in embarrassment and stuffed the squirrels in my bag. I looked at Daryl and smiled a half smile. It was fake.

Daryl stared at the ground. I began to walk past him, and he stopped me.

"Hey", he said, and I turned around.

"Good job today. See you later", he said walking off. I turned back and started walking to the house, chuckling. So Daryl isn't a total asshole after all.

Everything began to go smoother with Daryl and I over the next few weeks. (Yes I know they only stayed at the farm for like 2 weeks but meh)

We went hunting every other day, my gun aim getting better every time. We had a bond growing, and I think I was beinging to like Daryl. He wasn't the buff stranger that picked me up in his arms, he was a bitchy redneck guy. But I feel like he was my bitchy redneck guy.

It was going great. Until, the barn.

It was a normal day. I had been hanging laundry with Lori and Carol all day under the comfortable shade of the trees. T-Dog had made scrambled eggs and we were enjoying a hot meal for once. I was scarfing my eggs down so I could go hunting with Daryl in a little bit. My eggs were almost gone until Glenn got up with a look of worry on his face. Dale got up as well.

"Glenn...has something to say." Dale said quietly. All eyes landed on Glenn. He looked down, then back up and said," Theres walkers in the barn."

I choked on my eggs.