Hey guys, (if anyone is actually reading this) this is my first attempt at a fanfiction, so go easy on me! Besides, I am fairly young, so I have A LOT of things to learn still! Please inform me on any errors in my writing, or suggestions on plot development! Anyway, I do not own The Walking Dead, nor do I own Daryl Dixon, but god I wish I did...
Daryl slipped through the trees effortlessly, lightly treading upon the softly packed dirt beneath him. His eyes stayed focused on the buck that stood before him, it's large antlers gently grazing the ground at it's feet as it fed. This had been the first buck he had seen in ages, and he wasn't about to let it out of his sight.
Positioned to the back-left of the beast he slowly knelt, raising his crossbow as he lowered. Squinting slightly he readied his arrow, and went to aim, when he saw the animal's ears flicker. Furrowing his brow, for he had not made a sound, he got ready to shoot when an arrow pierced the animal's chest.
Shifting himself behind a nearby tree, bow still raised, he watched as a slight figure dashed into the clearing. The buck collapsed under the impact of the arrow, but it's eyes were still alert, darting back and forth. The hooded figure slung their bow onto their back, and kneeled down beside the beast. They ran their tiny fingers through the dying beast's fur affectionately as a mother might stroke her child. Slowly they pulled a dagger from their belt and with two hands raised it above the buck. Daryl's eyes narrowed as he watched the figure bring the dagger down swiftly into the buck's skull.
The figure held the dagger there for a few seconds before withdrawing it and wiping it on their jeans. Daryl stood and stepped around the tree silently to approach the person, but surely enough they were more observant than that of the buck and saw him. The hooded figure stood and took a step backwards away from him.
"That was my buck ya shot," He growled, bow raised in front of him "What the hell are ya doin' 'round here anyway."
Shaking, the figure turned and darted through the trees away from him. As they ran Daryl caught a glimpse of long silvery-blonde hair as their hood fell from their head.
"What the fuck!" Daryl yelled after what appeared to be a girl, but she was already gone.
Huffing, Daryl walked closer to the dead buck, leaning down to heave it up, but then releasing it. He stood up quickly, pacing back and forth.
" I ain't no scavenger," He grumbled to himself " 'sides the bitch's probably comin' back fer it. Not my kill."
Grudgingly, he returned to the camp with a dozen or so smaller animals slung over his shoulder instead. Only Merle approached him after being gone the entire day.
"Hey baby brother," Merle chuckled as he approached " whole day out and only a few critters to yur name? Now, that's pathetic."
"Fuck off Merle," Daryl muttered " Didn't see ya out there."
"I was too busy doin' sum huntin' of ma own kind" Merle hooted, as he glanced over at Amy "'course I'm not too much better off than you on kills." Daryl rolled his eyes, no chance in hell that was happening.
" I was tracking a buck," Daryl ignored him, " but someone shot it first. Wasted most of my time on it." He decided to leave out the fact that that person was a girl. Shane was within listening distance, so upon that point he came over.
"Wait, did you say you saw someone? Nearby here?" Shane demanded.
"Yea, what does it matter?" Daryl grumbled
"If there is one of them, chances are there are more," Shane explained quickly " We don't need no group threatening our livelihood. I want you guys out scouting as soon as possible, I'll go tell the others too."
Daryl glanced into the woods once more before he sat down to gut his kills. He was going to find that girl no matter what.
Iris sat up in the branches of a nearby tree to their little camp. Chewing on her lip she listened to their conversation. Well, she thought, at least they think there is more than just me out here.
I know it's not long, but I want some feedback maybe before I go on. Thanks!
