A/N : guys I might change the story up a bit im not sure yet.. but if i do don't kill me lol enjoy! :)
A cell from a prison is my new room..
never thought those words would come out of my mouth.
I layed on the bed thinking about everything that just happened... I'm not on my own anymore.
*1 hour later*
Carol walked into my cell and asked me if I was hungry. I gave my head a slight shake and told her no thanks. If I'm gonna live here, I'm gonna get my own food. I'm not gonna be treated like someones kid.
"Hun I know this is kinda sudden, but you're gonna have to take a time to be on watch... that's what rick said to do if you wanna stay here." Carol said.
Wait does she mean like on my own? Hopefully she does. I wanna be on my own again for at least a little bit
"okay. I don't mind whatever time you give me as long as I'm al-" I was cut off by carols words.
"Daryl's going to join you. He needs to break the ice with you anyways."
No fucking way. Well there goes my little bit of independence.
"He doesn't have t-"
"Yes he does. Now get ready cause you're taking the night shift."
Great.
"Okay. Thanks Carol." Then she left with a nod.
I looked in my suitcase that I still have since day one and took out pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, a leather jacket, and my combat boots. I put my long red hair into a ponytail, as I put my outfit on. (Even in an apocolypse I still managed to keep my hair bright red thanks to the "Hair and Beauty" store I saw three months ago. I shoved several boxes of red hair dye into my suitcase from that store)
I took a deep breath and went into the main cell block.. basically "our living room". I saw rick and I ran up to him.
"Hey I'm ready for the shift." I said with fake enthusiasm.
"Okay. DARYL C'MON" Rick shouted.
"I'm coming I'm comi- WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING UP." Daryl yelled angrily.
" Working my damn shift. Guess you didn't get the memo. We are staying on watch together redneck."
"Shut the hell up and go back to sleep pretty girl. This is my job."
"Don't call me that. And no. Ima earn my keep."
"You little-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH." Rick exclaimed. "Now go work your damn shifts."
"Fine. How long is it?" I asked since Carol never told me.
"All night doll face. Then ya sleep for a portion of the day." Daryl said.
"Stop callin me these names. Let's go."
We walked up to the guard tower. I grabbed my bow and arrow along the way, and Daryl grabbed his crossbow. Oh that thing sure is a beauty. I would use it during some of my lessons just to get more target practice... and damn don't I miss the feelin of shootin one of those.
We sat down on the chairs set up there and It was completely silent.. well except for the walkers ugly grunts. I found my self staring at the crossbow.. not one scratch. Damn... its perfect. Looks easy enough to lock ba-
"What are ya doing staring down my crossbow?"
"Its.. Its.. Its a beauty all right. I miss shootin one of those bad boys."
"You're tellin me you worked with a crossbow before? How could a harmless doll face like you do such a thing?"
"I told ya to stop callin me these names! and I've been working with all different types of bows since a young age. my aims on point."
"Prove it. shoot one of your precious little arrows at a walker. I'm sure a pretty darling like ya can make a new arrow to replace the one ya shootin."
I didn't have to, but I listened to him and shot my arrow directly In the center of a walkers forehead.
"Damn. You ain't bad. Come huntin with me tomorrow. I could use a good shot like you."
Not exactly what I was aiming in doin for hunting, but I guess hunting with someone is better then not doing it at all.
"Okay redneck. You just better not be a bad shot"
"Bad shot my ass I was practically shootin since I was out the womb."
I giggled a bit and Daryl gave a slight smile.. thank god I think that shot just might have fixed a lot of problems.
The rest of the night went by fast as Daryl and I talked about tons of different things. He actually doesn't hate me now. One less thing to worry about
As the the daylight hit I went to my cell and got into my sleep clothes and fell asleep almost instantly. The night turned out better then expected.
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The Dead Is Walking (A The Walking Dead Fanfiction)
FanficJenns life has turned into a nightmare, she watched her siblings and parents death happen right in front of her eyes at only 12 years old. all she had was gone just because of dead corpses taking over that happened years ago and shes been on her own...
