Wild Roses ~Daryl Dixon Love Story~•

Deer Huntin'

Rose P.O.V
I woke up to the warmth of the sun gently warming my face, and birds chirping. I sat up, stretching all my joints, earning soft pops from my joints. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the house to get ready, I softly knocked on the door carful not to wake anyone who isn't up yet, since it was still very early, maybe 5. Maggie opened the door, "mornin'" she whispered. "Mornin' Mags" I whispered back. I went up stairs quietly and got changed. I looked in the mirror and admired how my skin was so much more tan than before the apocalypse. I always loved the colour of my eyes, but them seem to be missing the light I had in them when I was a kid, before the abuse. I traced my fingers over the scar over my collar bone from the time my step father let the belt go to long, catching my collarbone with the tip. My feather tattoo covered most of it but you could still see the ridge. I hesitantly turned around to see hundreds of scars like the one on my collarbone on my back, a few that we're purple or discoloured some how. I flinched and whipped back around as soon as the memories started to come back. I quickly got dressed and brushed my teeth, careful not to take another look in the mirror. I walked down stairs and joined Maggie who handed me a small muffin. "So how's you an Daryl?" She asked winking me. "What? Daryl? Pfft nooooo there is no me and Daryl." I said defensively. "What!? Come on don't you see the looks he gives you? It's obvious someone has the hots for ya" she teased, causing me to instantly blush. Did Daryl think of me that way? I doubt it, I'm nothing but an outcast. "You like him don't you?" Maggie questioned. "What! No!" I yelled, blushing like crazy. I swear I was as red as a tomato. Maggie and I began to laugh a little to loudly. Hershel came in looking groggy and still tired. "What in the name are you guys laughing at so early in the morning?" He said, his voice still raspy. "It's noth-" I began to say but Maggie instantly cut me off "Rose likes Daryl." Hershel looked at me with a fatherly sort of look, causing me to blush harder and look away. We all laughed for a minute before the rest of the Greene family came into the kitchen. I took this chance to slip out and catch some fresh air. It was hot, but not humid like most Georgia days. I took this oppertunity to go do some more hunting. I grabbed my bow and leg strap before heading out into the woods. I started tracking a buck. I came to a clearing and saw a huge buck grazing in the tall grass. I notched an arrow, took a deep breath and shot. My arrow hit the deer in the head, but I noticed another arrow sticking out the other side of the bucks head. I came out of the bushes to see Daryl was the person who owned the arrow. I scoffed but for some reason seeing him gave me butterflies. I pushed it aside and walked up to him. "What'd ya think yer doin' woman? This is ma deer." He said, his southern drawl very noticeable in the morning mixed with the raspyness which sounded actually quite sexy. Another feeling I pushed aside. "Actually, this is my buck Dixon," my southern accent just as strong, but lighter. "My arrow" he pulled the arrow from the bucks head "my deer." I scoffed and smirked at the fact he had just pulled my arrow out. "My arrow" I plucked the arrow from his grasp "my deer." He looked shocked but soon covered it up and picked up the deer, slinging it over his shoulder. "Hey. What'd ya think yer' doin' Dixon?" I asked. I heard him grunt but this was my deer. I will not let him take it. I grabbed the buck by the horns and yanked it off his shoulders. Daryl stumbled back but whipped around and held his hand in a fist, raised and about to punch me. I immediately flinched and turned so he couldn't hit my face. I was expecting the blow to be hard, but it never came. He didn't hit me. I hesitantly turned to face him to see the most terrified and guilty look on his face. "I-I-I" he stuttered. "You know what? Keep the fucking deer." I spat harshly. I started to walk away. "Rose wait." Daryl grabbed my hand and spun me around. I almost crashed right into his chest but I placed my hands on his chest so I wouldn't. We were really close, he smelled like pine, cigarette smoke and sweat, but it was so intoxicating. I got the same butterflies in my stomach but worse. I could feel his heart beat under my hands. His hands were on my shoulders, and just the slightest touch sent more butterflies into my stomach. "Rose, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-" "it's fine Daryl." I cut him off. I looked up to see him staring back into my green eyes with his piercing blues. They held so much pain and sorrow as mine do, almost like we've been through the same battles. His hands moved down to my elbows, and before I knew it his lips were on mine. I kissed back with the same passion. It was all so new to me my head was spinning when we pulled apart. He cleared his throat and we pulled away from each other. I instantly felt the need to be in his arms again but pushed it aside. He picked the buck back up, "Let's go back to camp then," I said quietly. My head was still spinning from everything, and I had this stupid warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach. I'm really not used to this.