Arrow's to the Heart: part 2 (Daryl Dixon fanfiction)

CHAPTER FOUR: New Arrival

*BACK THEN* (age 14)

You had gotten lost in the forest for a while and soon the hours turned to days. You had lost the group of guys but you couldn't help but think what would have happened if they had caught you. You were scared because you didn't know how to get out. You were wondering around the forest and it seemed like forever. You were all dirty and your cloths were torn. You had been hungry. Until you found a big stick that looked like a U shape and you had a thought. You remembered one time when you were younger one of your fosters had a bow and arrow and were hunters and trackers so you picked up some skills. You carve the big stick into a bow and you make some arrows out of thick long sticks and found some bird feathers that you used. You carved a tip on the stick and you made made a couple arrows. You found a rabbit. "Lets see if I still got it" and you shot the arrow through the rabbits head. "still got it" you used the same arrow for everything. Sooner or later you found your way out of the forest and back at the orphanage. You were safe once again.

*PRESENT*

you stumbled across a walker and you use your arrow to shoot it down. "You think?" Daryl asked. "I don't know" you look down at the walker and you look under its nails and finds skin. You look at Daryl. "there's only one way to find out" "I got it" Daryl said with the knife. He was about to chop the walker open but he couldn't "Here" you said and Daryl hands you the knife. You raise the knife up and stab it into the walkers stomach driving the knife down a bit. You do it a couple more times and Daryl is gagging and has the what the hell? face as he sees you chopping the walker open with splashing on your shirt. You always had a cute outfit on because you always thought if you are gonna die, might as well die in style.

After a couple more chops you rip the walker open. "Done" you turn to Daryl and he gives you the well alright then face. As you dig your hands in the walker pulling guts and everything out you find a little bag and when you open it you find the skull of a woodchuck. "Looks like this guy just had himself a snack" you said holding it up in the air. "well at least we know" "no I don't know" you looked at him confused, "heh?" "how did you get the scars on your back?" your face suddenly becomes pale and your face has guilt written all over it. "lets just go" "NO! what happened?" he said turning you around. "Look I had a crappy life okay? It wasn't all cupcakes and rainbows like I told you it was." "why didn't you tell me?"

"because I didn't want to drag you into any of it. You didn't need to know, plus it was nice pretending I had a loving family" "did Iz know?" "yeah, but she knew I never liked talking about it that much" "well you still should have told me you parents were beating the shit out of you" you saw Daryl eyes become watery. You haven't seen him cry in a long time. "Maybe I could have helped you" you felt bad not telling him long ago. "that's exactly why I didn't tell you, I didn't want anyone's help, not yours, not Izzy's or anyone's. Not even my own brother" he looked down and you could tell he was broken. "Plus how do you know anyway?" he looked up at you and suddenly he was hesitant. He didn't want to tell you that he watched you in the shower. "I-uh" then you rolled you eyes and walked away. "look it was in the past alright. lets just go" you said walking away.

you get back to the highway. "did you find her?" "no" "what's that blood on your shirt" Carol asked worried. "Oh we ran into a walker, I didn't get her" "how do you know" Carol questioned. Then Daryl spoke. "Nic cut that sun a bitch open" Carol sighed in relief. "well continue tomorrow but its getting late"

Later that night Carol had been crying and Daryl gets up and he goes and searches for Sophia. You couldn't sleep either so he asked if you wanted to come. You thought about it and Andrea told you to go that she'll watch over Carol. "alright I guess" you were walking in the forest and Daryl tells you about when he got lost in the forest for nine days. "I know how you feel" he said, you smiled. "but how did you get lost" you asked. He was hesitant "like you say...shit happens" you chuckled a bit.  It became awkward again and both of you had thought about what had happened earlier. But that soon breaks when you find a walker dangling from a tree. there was a not and you read it. "Got bit, Fever hit, world went to shit, Might as well quit, the stupid Pendejo didn't know to shoot himself instead." "Look at this swinging like a big piñata, the others ate all the flesh off its legs" Daryl said. You got discussed and vomited. "ha that's what you get for laughing-at my itchy ass" Daryl said. "didn't think you took it so seriously" you chuckled a bit.