Kerosene Kisses (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

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Updated 3/15/23 12:37am

Life sucks ass now, let's just get that out there. Nothing of your old life remains now. People you know and people you don't are dying all around you. Whether it be from the fucking living dead tearing your flesh apart or raiders coming to rape, steal, or kill you. So yeah, this life sucks donkey cock now.

I sigh as I weave my way quietly through the trees, bow, and arrow at the ready. I've been hunting this deer for miles, and now I've got him cornered between the river and me. Ha! Not so lucky now, are you! I smile and raise my arm, poised to shoot an arrow right into the stag's skull. I pull back my arm and- Im stopped short as a crossbow bolt embeds itself into the stag's throat. Dammit. I peer through the trees, locating who had snagged my deer. One man. Crossbow and knife. Tall and definitely strong based on the muscle of his arms. I scan for more people but find none, thankfully. I stand from my spot, hidden behind a tree, and start forwards to "greet" him.

"The hell are you thinkin you can steal my damn stag!" I hiss at him as he approaches the deer. The man spins and raises his crossbow at me. His blue eyes are cautious, sharp.

"Who the hell 're you?" He shoots back, his voice gruff ans holding a southern drawl to it.

"I asked first! That's my deer!" I hiss again, narrowing my eyes. I slowly walk towards the deer carcass. He stares me down, watching my every move with an itchy trigger finger.

"The hell it is! Prove it, girl!" He shoots back. I let out a frustrated sigh. God, I forgot how annoying people can be.

"Fine. I will." I mumble angrily as I reach the deer, keeping an eye on him the entire time and he does the same. I turn the deer on its other side. Bingo. It's still there.

"Here. One of my arrows is lodged in his hind leg." I say as I rip the arrow from its leg and put it in my quiver.

"Fine, it's all yers." The man grunts and lowers his bow. I smirk and yank his bolt out of the deer as well, handing it to the man. He grunts again and takes it.

"Never got your name," I say to the man as he starts to stalks off, probably to find something else to hunt.

"Why da you care?" He spits.

"Nothin. Just thought I'd know the name of the man who nearly took my food. Names (y/n)." I shrug, cleaning my hands with my shirt.

"Daryl." He says in a huff before he disappears into the woods. I shrug again and grip onto the antlers of the deer, hoisting it onto my shoulder as I make my way back to my temporary camp or, really, my shit shack. It was old and disgusting but a place to hide and take cover, so I can't complain too much. It was enough to survive in. I set the deer next to my soon to be lit fire and begin setting up

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It takes a good bit of time to skin the deer, but the meat sure was good! I save the rest to eat days later in clean plastic bags and put them in my pack. The pelt was suitable to make a blanket for cold nights. I smile at my work.

A twig snaps behind me. I sigh and turn around. A moaner stumbles lamely towards me. Damn things are more annoying then the people they used to be. I sink my knife into its head in one quick motion, killing it for good this time.

Orange, red, and yellow shine in the sky when I turn around. Fire. And it wasn't my fire. Something's on fire in the distance, big enough to light the horizon. The farm with the lovely old man and his family is that way. Is the barn or house on fire? I was about to run towards the farm to see what was going on when more moaners flooded through the trees-a hoard.

Shit. Shit. SHIT!

I throw my body into a scramble in the opposite direction of the dead and into the shack with my stuff, pressing my back against the old door as soon as I'm in. They had already seen me. The dead start to pound on the sides and door of the shack. Just my luck.

"Son of a-" the sound of a motorcycle draws my attention. Maybe it will draw theirs too. Aw fuck it, I cant wait that long. Hopefully, this person can hear my shouting over the groans and engine. I mean, I'm not too far from the dirt road.

"Hey! Hey, someone! Help a gal out here, please! I'd rather not die tonight!" I scream. The engine fades. Dammit. Either they didn't hear me or didn't care. Probably didn't hear me. Guess this is it-the end. I don't really mind. I got nothing nor anyone to protect nor return to. I just regret not finding out what the hell this disease was.

I slide out my gun out if it's hostler with a sigh. I don't want to turn into one of those moaning bitches out there. Dang, shoulda cut down on the cussing too. Momma wouldn't have liked that. I raise my arm and put my gun to my head.

Gunshots sound outside the shack. Well, I'll be damned. They did hear me.

"Carol! Keep 'em off me! I'm gonna get this idiot out!" Demands a very familiar voice. Daryl. Well, paint me green and call me lucky!

"This idiot has a name! You should know it! We met a couple of hours ago!" I shout back over the groans and gunshots. I hear Daryl curse. Same, boy, same. I didn't want to see you again either.

"Alright, it's clear! Get out 'ere!" Daryl snaps. I laugh.

"Alright, alright! You going point that crossbow at me again?" I sneer, stepping out of the shack. I already knew he was. Daryl keeps his crossbow on me as I step out, watching my every move. A woman stands next to him, 'Carol' I'm guessing. She has short grey hair but is turned away from me so I can't see her face. She holds a pistol out as she watches the forest. She's small and thin, her stance terrible. If they rushed me or tried anything, she'd be easy to get rid of. Daryl dearest on the other hand, would be a challenge. Ill try the friendly route first.

"Thanks for helpin' me. Here. A gift." I reach into my backpack, which causes Daryl to tense up, and pull out one of three bags of deer meat and hand it to him. "For helpin me. It's part of the deer you tried to steal from me earlier." I smile. Daryl glares at me but takes it. Still got that damned crossbow trained on me. I put my bag over my shoulder then cross my arms over my chest, rolling my eyes.

"Can I leave now? Or you gonna shoot me after savin' my ass?" I sneer. Carol turns towards me with a glare.

"'Ey, don't give me that look, woman! You don't trust me, and I don't trust you. I just want to leave and go my sperate way." I snap, putting my hands on my hips. Carol spins and points her gun at me, and I smirk. I want her to test me. Daryl steps in and shoves her weapon down.

"Enough! Walkers 're suroudin' us. We need to go. You might want to come if yer wanting to get out of 're in one piece." Daryl grunts, finally lowering his crossbow. He's right but I don't like it. Nor the woman beside him. I could just tell she was the woman to damn near do anything he said. I wanted to gag.

"Fine. Then I'm out of here." I say with a frown. Daryl nods, eyeing me once more before taking the lead. Carol motions for me to follow behind him as she takes the rear. I hope she gets grabbed. I don't have a good feeling of what's to come.