Loving a Wounded Huntsman

Chapter 11: Learning

SO! In Have finally updated! Yay! I posted my FIRST picture of what is very similar to what Shay wears. As for the gage... that accurate to and it WILL be mentioned in this chapter! (yayy) But i really really like my choice for who i wanted to play shay. I've always seen Nina Dobrev as a total badass like Shay . AND BTW WALKING DEAD IS FUCKIN ON TONIGHTTTTT OMFG YASSSSS😈😈😈😈😈💀💀💀💀💀💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Chapter 11:

We've been driving for no more than 45 minutes. The silence that was held inside the truck was surreal. I figured that he would actually try to talk to me or that I would actually try to talk to talk to him, but the conversations never started.

"So whats your story?" I blurt out without thought. I looked over to Daryl who was looking at me. He licked his lips obviously trying to find a way around the question.

"I dont have a story." he said blankly looking back at the road. So much for that conversation.

" Are you still pissed at me?" I asked him.

"Why all the damn questions?"

"Just.. Just curiousity."

"Well.. no I'm not pissed at ya Shay."

"Then what is it? Are you socially awkward or something?"

"What?"

"You know when your not good at talking to people."

He was quiet for a little while till he turned to look at me.

"Yeah. I guess so."

I pushed some hair behind my ear and continued to look out the window as I had been doing before.

"Whats that?" I heard Daryl say.

I turned around to face him curious as to what he was talking about. Although he wasn't looking out the windshield as i had expected. he was looking at me.

"What?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"Your earring, its different."

"My uh.. mom gave it to me when i was 16. It's not exactly an earring though, its a gage."

He nodded his head, clearly still confused.

"Here." I said taking it out to reveal my weird hole.

"What the fuck! thats weird as hell! who would do that to there ear!"

I laughed at his outburst as he locked his eyes back on the road.

"It aint fuckin funny."

"Chill out Dixon. It's fine."

I saw him take a deep breath in and slowly exhale. He was actually calming down? What happened to pissy, moody Dixon?

"Where is your mom?" i heard him ask sincerely. I took in a deep breath and tried to think of some way to explain that me and Casey pretty much left her for dead. How to explain how she was mentally unstable.

"We left her." was all incould come up with.

"As a walker?" he asked me.

I took in another breath "No."

I looked over to him. I could tell, he was confused and a little angry.

"She wasn't mentally stable... Daryl, she.. she was more dangerous than any walker we've encountered."

"Is that why you went to the city? To get away?"

"For a second time." i said looking over at him again.

He looked at me for a second longer than he usually does. He looked away and slammed the brake hard.

"Ahh.. shit." I said rubbing my head which had hit the dash.

"Are you fine?" Daryl asked me.

"Yeah.. yeah I think so."

"Well shit." I heard Daryl say from outside the truck. I got out to see what the reaction was about.

Walker laid throughout the C.D.C campus. Most were wearing military uniforms or lab coats. Blood spatter was stained all over the sidewalk and benches. I looked over to Daryl who I could tell had the same thoughts as me.

"Well shit."