my girl ; a daryl dixon story "NOTHING IS INEVITABLE" "Raise your arm up more." He guided, kneeling behind the girl. He moved her elbow up, the bow in her hands going with it. He stood up, "Fix your stance," he lightly tapped her back foot, turning it away from the other one. "Can I shoot now?" She pleaded, her arms starting to tire at the prolonged position. Daryl hummed, watching her form. Her short fingers let go of the string, the arrow flying to her target; impaling an apple, knocking it off the log it sat on. "How'd I do?" She looked up at the archer, resting the bow by her side. The two walked over to the target. Daryl, crouching again, held the apple by the arrow, up to their vision. "You're a natural, kiddo." © 2024, 𝙄𝙒𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙀