She's a fighter.
A warrior.
A survivor.
She's also alone.
When the world stopped turning and the dead started living 24 year old Ellie Mitchell was left to make it through the carnage and destruction entirely on her own. It's been 2 years and Elli...
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Every part of her wanted to run, to just leave and never turn back, not until Merle and Sophia and all of the people safe within those walls were so far behind her that she couldn't see straight. Merle would understand, he knew she wasn't meant to be kept caged and locked away.. she didn't work well with others, she shut down. It would take Sophia longer to understand but she had her mother now, she would be just fine.
But now there was Daryl Dixon, narrowed, piercing blue eyes staring directly into her own, effectively making her palms sweat and her stomach swim.
"I can't go in there. It's better like this, rippin' the bandaid off and all that. You look after them alright? Make sure Merle's mouth doesn't get him shot in the foot and.. and make sure Sophia gets sleep.. she's an anxious little one." Ellie offered her most encouraging smile before spinning on her heel and swinging her bag over her shoulder, eyes set on the deep green woods in front of her.
She was only a few feet away when she heard the nearly silent shuffle of hunting boots trailing after her. Ellie turned to see Daryl close behind, his crossbow hanging loosely at his side.
"Goin' huntin?" She questioned sarcastically propping her hands on her hips and raising a brow.
The ghost of a smile fluttered across Daryl's lips "Nah." He mumbled, moving to stand directly in front of her. He was almost taller than Merle and the size difference between the 5'2 24 year old girl and the nearly 6 foot man in front of her was almost alarming. Ellie had to crane her neck to look into his eyes, squinting against the Georgia sun.
"You don't have to follow me. I'm a big girl I can take care of myself, I told y'all I'm not stayin'. Best if you just head on back home and leave me on my own."
Daryl stared down at her blankly and for a moment Ellie thought she had gotten her point across until he smirked and shrugged
"Nah."
Ellie's shoulders deflated and she huffed, it was too damn hot and she was too damn tired to argue with this man.
"Whatever." She grumbled "you're gonna be following me for a while then because I ain't stoppin'" She grumbled, flipping her dark brown curls over her shoulder and marching ahead.
The woods always went on forever, it was one of her favorite things about growing up in Atlanta, the lush green trees and silky soft grass had been her only source of safety and comfort as a child. They were overrun with the dead but still.. it was a taste of security and silence.
Well that was of course until..
"How'd ya find Merle?"
Daryl had somehow managed to keep time with her footsteps, his quick pace matching her own. Ellie kept her eyes in front of her and shrugged..
"I was gonna kill him." She let the tiny smile flutter across her face at Daryl's snort.
