Before [D.D]

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I woke up next to my lovely boyfriend. I missed the smell of him, that sound creepy but oh well. When I sat up to hug him, he was numb.

"Daryl?" I shook him, no response,"DARYL!" I kept yelling, yet no movement, no air, my heart shattered.

A stray tear fell off my face,"Please." 

That was when I shot up straight hitting my head off something, not good. 

"whoa, holy sh*t. Calm down." Someone mumbled. I looked up to see Heather. I started to laugh,"Shut up" She mumbled rolling back over the top of a bed. Wait where am I? 

I looked around, looks like an RV. I'm on the bottom bunk. I stood up from the bed and only had only Daryl's shirt and my underwear on.  A smile crept across my face, remembering last night. I'm not gonna even bother getting into detail, you can figure it out. 

Yet I don't remember getting on the RV..... Where is Daryl? I walked to the "kitchen" and started making food. 

"Smells good." A man walked out the bathroom. I didn't know him. Then my instincts kicked in, I put him in a choke hold and held a knife to his face.

"Yup you're Daryl's alright." He laughed. I let him go finally noticing that I was still in Daryl shirt with my black underwear peeking out. 

"I'm Jes. Their uncle, and you are?" The man named Jes asked. "Shelly." I snapped. Oh come on why would Ii tell him my name?

"No it's not. Try again." He taunted.

"You looking for a problem huh old man?" I coughed,"Names Violet." 

"Oh I know." He mumbled.

"Then why the hell you ask?!" I yelled.

"Cause Daryl said yous cute when your mad." He joked.

"Just get out." I mumbled.

"Why? Its my RV." 

"Your RV? Where Daryl?" I snapped.

"Told me to watch your pretty little as*." He laughed sitting down on the sofa. That's when Heather walked out,"Don't you know how to shut the hell up?!" She screamed, walking to the bathroom. within in the minutes of silence besides the cooking noise, Heather popped out like a ray of sunshine. 

"Let's go swimming! Hey Jes? Know any spots?" Heather beamed.

Jes picked his head up,"Yeah." He said hesitantly, then him and Heather made eye contact and smiled at each other. After breakfast we got changed, and headed out. We went in Daryl truck, soon we reached a cliff. 

"This it?" Heather smiled.

"Yup." Jes said. We all got out of the car. 

We walked to the side and hung out feel off, Jes stood behind. Clearly he's afraid of heights. 

I stood up walking back, Heather's hand in mine. 

We screamed "YOLO" and went running off the cliff. Aha thought I leaned my lesson? Nope. Soon enough we resurfaced. 

"What the hell?!" Jes and another voice, clearly Daryl yelled from the top of the cliff. I looked to Heather and smiled, as we floated on the water, we flicked them off. 

Soon enough, we made it back to them, and Daryl yelled at me for being "dumb and non caring". 

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I awoke on the forest floor, yeah about that....anyways Daryl says we have to camp and hunt even though theirs warm beds and food in the RV.
Something bout we need to know theses skills for life. It was a dumb reason. Why would I ever need this skill? I don't wanna kill a animal either, like no. 

Oh and if your wondering, Merle in jail back home. He got into a fight over his drugs and got caught. 

I went threw my bag Daryl packed for me, I pulled out a picture. It was a picture of my family. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. Jacob was just turning 18, I was 15, my sister was 17, and then my mom. I loved her, she is the one laying on us, and Ryan, is the the one with the curly hair. I wanted to keep this in a safe spot, how did Daryl find it? I'm not ready to talk about Ryan and its been about 16 years since that day. 

I got my  clothes on. I woke Daryl up and then we was on our way. Heather, ha ha oh heather. She didn't care what Daryl had to say, she was sleeping in the RV and the was final. It was unfair. 

Daryl gave me a hunting knife and a gun. He showed me the ropes, I knew how to aim a gun but I've never shot one. Jacob made sure of that.

Daryl set a trap, and showed me how to use it. He made me do it, over,and over, and over again till I got it right.

We walked about a mile away and spotted a deer,Daryl told me to breathe and pull the trigger. I aimed it, took a breath in and out and pulled the trigger. What no one told me was that the gun had recoil.  I hurt my wrist. 

"Why didnt you tell me!" I yelled hitting Daryl.

"Tell you what?" He laughed.

"The gun had recoil." I hissed.

"Cause any smart person would know." He was holding his stomach while laughing,"Come on. Lets teach you how to skin a deer. Nice shot." He added.

"Well there's a first for everything, and apparently I'm good at this." I said proudly. He mumbled hmm.

We walked to the dead deer that was bleeding all over the ground.

"Start from the bullet hole, cut deep and pull down. I'll show you the rest." He touched my shoulder as a did what I was told. When I was finished, I smiled. It looked really nasty, but I was proud of myself. Then Daryl showed me how to rip the pelt off and cook the meat. The rest of the night we caught and skinned other small rodents, I'm getting the hang of this.