The Lost Dixon (CarlXreader) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 20

We walked into the woods, it was about 5 am I'd say.

Dad told me to sit at the truck of a tree and he sat next to me.

We waited at least and hour and we watched the sun rise
over the horizon.

Then we heard a low growling noise.

"Stay still, ya hear." He whispered.

"Yeah." I replied.

He got up and did a quiet scout of the area. I held the crossbow close to my chest as I waited for him to get back.

"All clear." I heard as he finally came back and sat down.

"Good." I said just as I spotted something ahead.

"Dad, look." I said pointing to the moving object. "What is it?"

"Looks like a deer. Get ready." He said.

I put the crossbow on my shoulder it still hurt but it was bearable.

It came closer and I got more anxious by the second.

It finally came within range I lined up the shot and pulled the trigger.

The arrow flew right towards the deer, hitting it in the heart.

It ran, they almost always do that.

Even though they can't feel anything, they run.

I watched the way it went and soon enough we got up to follow it. It ran about half a mile and collapsed.

I walked over, making sure it was dead, and started to gut it.

After it was cleaned, dad picked it up and we started walking back.

When we got back it was about 7 o'clock and Carl ran to our tent.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)?" He said confused because I was always there.

"Carl! Over here!" I yelled getting his attention.

He proceeded to run over and look at the deer.

"Who shot it?" He asked looking between us.

"She did." Dad said confidently.

"That's awesome! How long have you been up?"

"About 2 hours I think." I said.

"You woke up at 5!?" He looked astonished.

"Yeah that's when we always go." I said.

"That's crazy. Hey, you wanna get breakfast?" He asked.

"Sure just let me help hang up the deer and I'll be there." I said turning back to the deer.

"I got this you go ahead your probably starving by now." Dad said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah go ahead, I got this." He said while tying the deers legs.

"Okay, see you later." I said while running to the house with Carl.

~Daryls P.O.V.~

Damn, even if I hate to admit it she is really happy when Carl is around.

They are only 11 but I see the way Carl will look over during dinner or how (Y/N) asks where he is so they can hang out.

I might not like it but they might grow to like each other more than just friends.

I don't know if I could deal with it. She's my little girl, the only family I have left. I've given up on Merle at this point.

I can't help think that I'm gonna loose her either to Carl and be forgotten about, or to the walkers.