Chase || Daryl Dixon ||

-Daryl-

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The people on this farm are completely nuts. The way they kept those walkers in the barn, it's just drawing a line I wouldn't expect even a fool to cross. The only one here that I can even see myself getting along with well is the quiet one. Although maybe she's just a bitch and follows the rule from that bambi movie. A bitch wouldn't follow the rule. She gained my respect because she wasn't intimidated by Shane, that mother fucker has lost his mind I swear. I still don't trust her though, can't trust anyone that won't even tell me her name. For all we know Amanda ain't her real name. I can see her from my tent, she's been up on that roof since she woke up. I can't really tell what's going on down by the house from my campsite but I gotta assume she's the only one dumb enough to go up there. She always seems a bit on edge too, so she wouldn't trust Andrea to watch the perimeter. Can't say I do either but we can defend ourselves if she lets a walker sneak in. Bitch even shot me the other day so she'll kill anything coming out of those woods. Gone a little gun crazy ever since she learned how to use one.

She's getting off the roof now, looks like someone is calling down to her from the ground. I guess I'll go see what's going on. Rick hasn't come back with the old man yet. I took my sweet time heading towards the house. Carl and the quiet one are on the porch playing cards or something.

"Kid you're kind of cheating here if she can't ask for her cards." I figured out that they were playing Go Fish because the boy always makes a "pond" with the cards instead of leaving them in a stack.

"No! She's talking to me when she can't put the numbers up! I've heard her say three words now." Carl was smiling uncontrollably, I guess he's proud she chose him to talk to, even if it's just for the game. Just as he said that she placed down her last three pairs and knocked on the table. "Aww man you win again. Daryl, will you play too? Maybe we can beat her that way."

"Naw, ask your mom or something." The girl and I made eye contact, she had deep green eyes. The kind people write about in girly novels. Her hair was dirty blond and put up in a messed up bun. She didn't smile or frown or nothing when she looked at me. Feels like she's trying to figure me out. I do not like that at all. Before I could ask her what her problem was Andrea came out the house.

"Y'all seen Lori? Shane is looking for her."

"My mom just asked if Amanda and I would hang out for a bit while she did something." Carl responded, picking up the cards she had dealt to him.

"Did she tell you what the errand was?" Andrea asked, looking directly at Amanda. I guess maybe it was something she didn't want Carl knowing about and needed Amanda to keep him safe til she got back.

"Well, are you too shy to even tell me if she's safe?" Amanda's blank face quickly turned into irritation as she glared the sassy blond down. Andrea sure had a knack for stirring up trouble. Not to say I don't too but, her's was more like catty drama.

"I don't think she's shy, I just think she doesn't like you." I did say I have a knack for trouble, now was the time to use it. This girl doesn't seem to like strangers and Andrea was at the bottom of her list right now as far as anyone could tell. Said blond huffed and stormed off to sit on top the RV and pout. Amanda looked at me and nodded in thanks.

Not long after, Shane slammed open the door and stomped over to a car. Saying he was going to get Lori. She must have gone after Rick, lucky the boy couldn't hear him over his own whining.

"You must be psychic! You always know what cards I have." I chuckled a little at the boys dismay and the girl across from him let out a small smile for her victory.

The day went on and Shane returned with Lori after sunset. He was moving quickly and she seemed angry at him. Apparently he told her that Rick was back already, which wasn't true. I was sitting with Amanda and Carl who managed to go through every card game I heard of and some I ain't. She occasionally would look over to see what I was carving but mostly sat and silently won all the games. Once or twice she would let the kid win but it was obvious to everyone but him that she threw it. Everytime he won he would cheer and make sure everyone knew he finally beat her. I heard her voice once or twice, but it was barely audible from where I was and it was only a word at a time. She would signal the end of her turn by knocking on the table like an old school poker game and only spoke when she couldn't easily make symbols with her hands. It was kind of weird, hearing her voice and all, she sounded nice and didn't sound like she was from the south.

Everyone perked up when a car came rolling down the driveway, we all knew it was Rick. Hershel came out the back, yelling orders to his approaching family members.

"Patricia, prep the shed for surgery!" Surgery? Weren't they just getting the old man from a bar? Maybe they had a run in with other survivors, apparently not a pleasant one.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Randall."

......

While out getting Hershel they had a run in with some violent men apparently and brought back one of the boys they left behind. He had a nasty leg wound and was currently tied up in the barn. I was on my way to interrogate the boy only to find little miss mouse sitting in front of it with her crossbow sitting next to her as she drew patterns in the dirt with a knife.

"What are you doing here?" You'd think the sudden break in silence would have startled her but she simply looked up at me with an expression of disbelieve. Her eyes seemed to say "isn't it obvious?" as her eyebrows raised unevenly and her lips pursed.

"Hm, I didn't know Rick was allowing guards outside of our group." She let out a scoff and looked back down at her dirt scribbles. The second a picked up my foot to move, I felt a gust of air move past me and heard a knife stick into the tree ten feet behind me. She was still looking down at the ground but the knife was no longer in her hands. I turned around to look at the knife and when I faced her again she had her crossbow pointed right at my face, now standing up with her feet grounded.

"I sure hope you're proving a point and not threatening me if you value your life here sweetheart." I'll admit she was a bit intimidating but I was not one to scare easily. She smiled a bit and rolled her eyes before lowering her weapon and walking towards the tree to get her knife. I watched her walk past me, noticing one of her thighs was almost completely circled with knives strapped in and she had a quiver of extra bolts on her back. This girl certainly was well armed. It was time for me to "question" the little weasel anyways.

I was met by Andrea when I got out of the shed.

"When did you get here?" I knew she was trigger happy enough to guard the door but I didn't even hear Amanda leave.

"A little while, I think the mute was glad to stop listening to you beat the crap out of him." I nodded quietly, not believing that at all, she hasn't given me squeamish vibes in the small amount of time I spent with her. Maybe she isn't at all what I think she is, but I think I'm alright at reading people.