It's been awhile.. So here's a thing that's been bopping around in my mind. I'm always coming up with female Daryl (Darlina) headcannons, and the idea just dawned on me to genderswap Carol as well. Charlie.

This 'story' will be a collection of ideas I get.. That are currently not in order of the show. One day I'll arrange this into oroper order and make an extended thing of it. Today is not that day. (On that day I will make a note here.. :D )

So to make a long story short this is a Darlina & Charlie drabble thingy.

I'll mess around with this again!

-ElwynClark

Chapter setting- Sometime after the fall of the Greene farm and before the Prison became home

"You know how to hold this?" I asked slowly handing a small revolver to Charlie. He smirked taking it from my hand and nodded.

"I'm not that much of an idiot." He muttered and trained it a the tree ahead of us I had just shot a bolt into.

"Take your finger off the trigger." I said and pulled at my quiver, over my shoulder, which was digging into my back.

"But I'm gonna shoot, that's what we're doing right?" He asked and I nodded, then shook my head. "Darlina, what am I doing wrong then?"

"Here," I said and reached out to move his finger off the trigger, right above it instead. My fingernails were caked with black dirt, and the same dirt streaked up both of my arms to my shoulders. Charlie's hands had some dirt on them, but not much. "Don't put yer finger on the trigger, unless yer pullin' it. For everythin."

"Really? Ain't like that in the movies." He closed one eye and tried to aim it again and I scoffed.

"Well this ain't a fucken movie." I watched him from behind as he pulled the trigger. It clicked.

"Seriously missy?" He looked back at me and handed it over. I snickered and took it from him.

"Yeah seriously, and don call me missy. I already told ya that." I flicked the revolver open and stuck my other hand into one of my vest pockets and started grabbing the bullets.

"How come you let me call you Darlina then?" I snorted and loaded the gun swiftly.

"My pa called me that when I was little, and swore off a anyone callin me that anymore. Went by Daryl to everyone."

"Cept me?" I rolled my eyes then clicked the gun closed and spun the chamber.

"Yer too sweet. Aint like my pa at all." I handed him the loaded gun now. "Everyone thinks I'm too rough to be a Darlina, even though last time I checked I am a girl."

"I know." He shrugged. "Just wanted to hear it from you." He held up the gun again, the right way this time. "Anything else I should know?"

"About me or the gun?" He chuckled and looked back at me. I glared at him as he adjusted his grip with both hands.

"The gun." I took a step closer to him and reached around him to push his arms up. Ever since I met him he's been skin and bones, we all are now since we're starving. I found him a new shirt a few days ago, a red tank top, and it already looked like it's 10 years old.

"Look right here to aim," I rested my grubby finger on top of the end of the barrell. "Should be even with right here." I moved it towards the back of the gun and glanced up at his face. His slate slate-blue eyes flicked back and forth between the two spots.

"Ok, I think I got it." He mumbled and I removed my hand. I looked down at my bolt in the tree and back at him, then stood next to him.

"Don't break my bolt now." I warned. He pulled the trigger a split second later. The gunshot rang loud and I glanced around us for movement. The rest of the group would be to us in a few. Told everyone, don't shoot unless you're fucked. We split into a few small groups for scouting. Rick and T, Glenn and Maggie, and me and Charlie. Everyone else stayed back by the road. Mainly cuz Lori can't walk too far.

"Lemme do another." He said and rolled his shoulders back. I grabbed my bow off the ground and strung it quickly as Charlie shot again. I ripped a bolt out of my quiver and slid it into my bow. "Everythin' ok?" I looked at him and then to the tree. One bullet hole in the tree, almost on the edge, the other was nowhere to be found. My bolt was untouched.

"Ya gotta practice Charlie." I shook my head and moved closer towards the tree. I pulled my bolt out of the tree and motioned for him to come closer. "Look at this." I picked at the bullet hole in the tree with my free hand. I placed my crossbow at the base of the tree.

"Daryl." He whispered and I looked back at him. He was standing a few steps away from me now with the gun in one hand.

"Darlina ain't good enough anymore?" I asked then felt something pull on my hair from behind me. "SHIT!" I tried wrestling away from it and reached for my knife but couldn't get it loose. Suddenly a shot rang out, sending me down with it.

I landed on my back, a sickening squish underneath me. My bolts rattled in my quiver as well and the hard plastic pipe dug into my back. I didn't to open my eyes but did slowly and saw Charlie staring back at me. He looked terrified and wouldn't stop staring at me. I tried sitting up but something was caught in my hair and pulled me back down.

"Lemme help." Charlie spit out and leaned over me but I waved him back. I reached for my hunting knife and tried sitting up again. I reached back where my hair was caught and started chopping it off to free myself. I finally heard a drop behind me and I could sit up all the way.

"You shoot it?" I asked and looked down at the walker, it's rotten fist full of my hair. "Charlie, did you shoot it?" I looked back and he nodded furiously and tried handing the gun to me. I pushed it back to him. "Keep it." I started standing up and felt for my quiver behind me. A few bolts fell out and I scooped them back up.

"What about yer hair?" He asked finally and I shrugged. I felt back where I cut it and it wasn't much shorter than everything else.

" 'm alright." I nodded and scratched the back of my head, trying to cover up the now missing part. I grabbed my bow off the ground and started to walk away.

Darlina Dixon & Charlie Peletier, a match made in hell?

Thanks for reading!