<(Time Skip)>
Emma POV
"Nah. You can shut your face." I said and looked at Daryl.
I shivered a little and shuddered as I rubbed my arms to warm myself up. The winter months were harsh and unbelievably cold this year. Snow had already begun to fall, food was harder to hunt and people were going hungry. However this wouldn't be the case if there weren't so many of us. I sighed a little and shifted on my feet as we stood on lookout.
"I still don't think he's going to make an appearance anytime soon. Especially in winter. No food, weapons. He's most likely out there somewhere, became a walker or something." I grumbled as I attempted to warm myself up.
"Rick just wants us all to be safe, that's all. I don't think we could handle a surprise attack with the state we're in. It'd be a slaughter." Daryl said quietly, as he wrapped a blanket over my shoulders.
I looked up to him with a small thankful glance. "I thought you were cold. This ones yours." I tried to give him the blanket back but he refused.
"Nah. You keep it. You're colder than I am." He said stubbornly as he stretched.
I opened my mouth to argue but stopped once I saw someone outside the gate. I furrowed my brow a d looked to the figure as it moved. It wasn't a walker. "Daryl..." I said, slight nerves on my voice.
"I see 'em." He answered as he rose his crossbow.
I put my hand on the crossbow and made him lower it. "No, Dare. Wait. Look." I said quickly as the figure collapsed.
Without second thought. I quickly slid through the small gap in the still broken fence and ran toward the figure. I ignored Daryl's shouts to try and get me to come back and continued to run. Seconds later a walker to my right was killed. An arrow lodged in his head. I smiled a little knowing that was most probably Daryl.
A walker went towards the collapsed figure. I stopped for a moment loaded, aimed and shot an arrow before continuing my sprint. The arrow hit its target and the walker fell. I soon go the, figure, a soon as I did I was knocked to the floor and a knife held to my throat. I grunted in pain as I hit the floor, and tried to get the person off.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?" The boy screamed. He looked around my age, though was taller.
"Woah, calm down. You don't get off me and you'll have an arrow in your head. Though it won't be by my hand. It'll be by my brothers. Who is standing right over there. So if you would kindly get the fuck off me. It'd be much appreciated." I said through a clenched jaw.
"You didn't answer my questions." He said. Still not moving. He was scared, though trying to act tough.
"I'm Emma, Emma Dixon and I just want to talk. So please get off. Before you make this worse." I answered coolly.
He let out a shaky breath and sighed. Removing the knife from my throat and slowly getting up. I let out a grumble and carefully stood. "See wasn't that bad after all. Now, I told you my name. I think its only polite you tell me yours." I say softly.
The boy looked from the blanket of snow that lay across the floor like a carpet, then up to me. "Vincent... Vincent Doherty." He said quietly. Then looked down.
"How many walkers have you killed?" I asked, remembering the questions that Rick had forced us all to ask before we accept them into the group.
Vincent looked to me with a furrowed brow. His eyes scanning my face. I could feel his blue eyes running over the scar on my face. I sighed and looked down then around a little. Vincent cleared his throat a little. "73... I blew up a building ... a school to be more accurate and then an other school. So imma estimate that its around that number."
I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Nice. Classy." I said with a shake of the head. I looked back down then sighed a little. "You ever killed people?" I asked cautiously.
"No... I haven't." Vincent answered. Letting my hope rise that he could join us at the prison. "Why do you ask?" He asks cautiously.
"I need to make sure you're safe. Also, do you have a group?" I say softly.
"No... I don't. Also, safe for what? " He asked.
"Safe to come stay with us at the prison. I mean. You'll be accepted in no time. Just, don't piss off Daryl and you'll be fine." I smirked.
"Ahh, no promises."
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A Dixon Sister?
FanfictionEmma Dixon is a sixteen year old who is stuck under the wing of an abusive father. She is saved by the apocalypse and is surviving well with her brother for a while. She is split up from her brothers, has a close call with death and is met with a no...
