Little Red Riding Hood and The Woodsman (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

BONDING:

Kaylyn's P.O.V.

Rick and I parted, and went our seperate ways. Going back to the tree where my stuff was, I found Raph laying by my bags, and weapons. I had given up my larger weapons. Such as my bow, Rifle, and shotgun, but I kept my knife and revolvers. Those two objects had saved my ass a lot, and I refused to give those up, even if Hershel wished it... Forge had come back to rest along side Raph. The normally black horse, was covered in brown dust and dirt, a clear sign that he had been rolling in the Georgia clay. The two perked up when I stepped up, grabbing my bag of clothes. But something moved, catching my eye. Instinct kicked in. I dropped my bags, and reached for my revolver, pointing it at whatever it was. I stopped, when I saw a scared crapless Carl, shaking like a leaf. "Jesus Carl, you scared me to death!"  I scolded. "S-same here..." He whimpered, getting up from the saddle on the ground. I chuckled a bit and replaced my gun in the holster. "Sorry...DO you know where your mother went?" 

"Um...Yeah, She's down by the river, with the other women. Doing laundry." He said, pointing in a direction, I was assuming was the way to the creek. "Thanks Lad." I smiled, ruffling his hair. He scowled at me, but soon lightened up. Going back over to Forge, I swung my leg over his dirty back. "Come on..." I ordered, holding onto his mane. The duffel bag of clothes slung over my shoulder. He did so, and was soon on all fours. Raph, realising that he was being left behind, barked and followed. 

Carl waved us off, as we trudged up a hill. A few minutes later, we came to the top. I stopped Forge under the shade of a lone tree. It provided a small amount of relief from the Georgia heat, that i so desperately needed. Sighing, I took a look around. The miniature mountain I was on sloped steadily downwards, and levelled out into a small clearing. A large pond bordered off the other side of it. Off to the left of said pond, were four figures. |All of which were laughing and cackling, as they scrubbed and folded clothes. Spurring Forge forward, we started down the hill. |Leaving the safety of the last tree behind, and exposing ourselves.

The cackles stopped as we approached. Well that's a way to welcome someone. I Said nothing as I slid off Forge. Lori emerged from the group to meet me. "Ladies," she announced, putting an arm around my shoulders. "This is Kaylyn, she's from Ireland, and is the newest member of our group. She's been a close friend of ours, since she was young." The girls replied, with 'Hellos', and 'Hey's'. They were quiet, but welcoming none the lest. "So, you're Irish?" An older women with grey hair asked. "Yes ma'am." I replied, thickening my accent. They laughed, making me smile. "That's a pretty horse." The blonde haired girl from earlier complimented. "Thanks. His name is Forge." I grinned, looking back at him. "Forge, say hi." He sat down on his rump, putting a hoof in the air, and brought it back down. As if it was a wave. "Amazing!" The small congregated group gasped. "Does he know anymore?" An older blonde lady questioned. "Of course!" I chipped. "May we see them?" The grey haired lady inquired. I nodded, and turned fully to forge. "Up lad." he huffed, but did so. I began to give him a series of commands, such as dance, rear, bow, play dead, trot, walk and gallop. The crowd applauded, as Forge walked back to my side. "Well that was quite a show, but we got to get back to work. Do you have anything that needs to be washed? We could them up to dry for you." Lori asked. "Yeah, its in my duffel bag, and thank you." I said, pointing to my bag. They went back to the laundry. I kneeled next to Lori, and set out to work with them. 

I had just finished the last item in my pack, and stood. Mud covered my jeans. I tried to wipe it off, but only succeeded in smearing it onto my hands and forearms. "Damn. hey, it there anywhere to take a shower, or something?" Before they could answer, someone beat them to it. "yeah, yer lookin' at it!" A familiar gruff voice said from behind us. Jumping, I spun around, ready to punch whoever was behind us. I came face to face with Daryl. Like really, Face. To. Face with him. He was only inches from me, and that made me really uncomfortable. "Oh...um, it is safe? I mean no walkers sitting under there, or anything?" I asked sarcastically. He glared, and simply said, "no", but remained standing in front of me. "Alright then..." I trailed off, gazing into his blue eyes. It took me off guard. 

The world was still for a moment. All was quiet. I almost completely forgotten about the other women, that stood not ten feet away.  

'God damn, if we weren't in front of all these people, your ass would be mine.'

My thoughts made me release a sudden  purr. Quiet enough for the others not to hear, but certainly catching his attention. His eyebrow raised, eyes widening ever so slightly. 

'Don't be scared, I just kinda want to kiss you ... forcefully ...' 

I bit my lip, trying to control the rising feelings that were starting to cloud my thoughts. 'What a hunt you'll be...' 

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Daryl's P.O.V.

I watched Kaylyn and Rick hug, then walk off to 'er stuff. The was she moved, the slight swaying movement was hypnotic, I'll give 'er that. I watched from the tree I was leaning on, as her well built form, made its way back to her horse. I was compelled to stay out of sight from her. All was goin' good, until she drew her revolver. Somethin' spooked 'er. I got my own crossbow, pointing it towards the scene taking place. Lookin' through the sight, I could see her arm, firmly extended, not shaking a bit. To tell ya the truth, she looked pretty badass. 'Don't think like that!' She lowered her gun. Looking at who, or whatever was sitting behind the restin' horse. 

Lil' Carl stood up, he looked as pale as a ghost. He probably thought he was gonna die, hell anyone would, with a revolver placed to their head. I chuckled to myself, because of how I reacted. 'I mean, I actually cared about her, and if she got hurt. Look at myself , I'm frettin' over a girl! God, if Merle were here, he'd beat me for that. I don't need no women around ta get in my way! At the same time, there's no sense in bein' alone in a zombie apocalypse. Gosh, this day keeps gettin' better and better.' 

She got on that damn horse of hers, said somethin' and it got up. She rode off, towards the creek, carrin' her duffel bag. She probably gonna to wash clothes. Sighin', I started up the hill, followin' her path, slippin' around, I watched 'er pause at the top of the hill, then go down it. Coming out of my cover, I rested at the only tree at the top. She was talkin' to Lori and the others. She turned to 'er horse and  said something' again 

~NOT FINISHED~