*Shyly peeks from behind curtain* Hello my name is Mrs. Sammy Winchester. This is my first TWD fanfiction and I am very nervous about posting this I would like some encouragement to continue posting and I would very much appreciate ideas. The characters may be very OC and I apologize in advance I am not the greatest when it comes to capturing a characters personality if they are not my own. Thank you. Oh and i do not own The Walking Dead, only Phoenix... Enjoy
When Daryl Dixon first saw her, he thought that she was a walker trudging aimlessly in the woods. But when he aimed his crossbow and let the arrow fly, he did not expect her to dodge it, the deadly weapon barely grazing her neck. She fell face first to the ground with a heavy thud and his arrow stuck in the bark of one of the many trees.
He ran up to her, his nerves on alert for danger. Something wasn't right about the situation he just got in. So as he cautiously approached her he noticed that her hair was as white as snow. Her clothes were tattered, barely hanging on at the seams and her feet were bare and dirty from the muddy earth.
'Damn it, I almost killed me an old woman,' he thought bitterly to himself.
But upon further inspection he noticed that her pale skin was still rather youthful. So, putting his crossbow across his back, he knelt down to the fallen woman, felt for a pulse and found one, then he gently turned her over. At first he was shocked, but when he continued to drink in her features he felt... Warmth and protectiveness washed over him, like the morning sun beating down on his back.
She had a heart shaped face, full pink lips, a dainty nose, long curved eyelashes, and a thick mane of beach wave curled hair that, he assumed, fell past the middle of her back. She looked no taller than 5 ft (give or take a few inches) and she had a very womanly figure with full set breasts (and because of them Daryl found himself clenching his jaw). She was absolutely gorgeous.
After his "inspection" he noticed the still fresh blood on her neck where his arrow grazed her. He pulled out the red rag that was tucked in his back pocket and began wiping her neck clean to prevent infection. But as he finished cleaning the red substance from her slender neck he notice that the flesh was intact. There was no gash, no faint scar, nothing.
Daryl couldn't understand what was happening, so he was startled when he felt a small hand grip the front of his shirt and molten gold eyes gaze up into his ice blue ones. His heart hammered in his chest, as he couldn't tear his eyes away from the beautiful color. They were a color that he knew was not natural for a person to have. They held power, warmth, and security. He felt... safe staring into her eyes as she stared back.
"What's ya name girl?" He asked coming out of his trance.
She slightly cocked her head to the left, as if she couldn't understand what he had said. But she spoke, "Succurro mihi... EGO don't teneo qua EGO sum quod EGO postulo... (1)"
Daryl couldn't understand her and he stared hard at her, contemplating what she was saying and in what language. "Girl, I have no clue what ya'r saying. But I'm gonna take ya back to my camp ta get ya help, k?"
As soon as he positioned her correctly in his arms he was stunned when he felt warm smooth lips press against his. He reeled backwards and landed on his back, the girl falling with him and landing lightly on his chest. Her lips were soft, warm and inviting. They fit perfectly against his and he could not help, but kiss her back. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer, causing her to gasp giving him the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth. A groan ruptured from the back of his throat as he tasted her. She was sweet like peaches and he felt like he couldn't get enough of it. But he was soon disappointed when she pulled away and locking gazes with him again, a pink tint coating her cheeks.
"As I was saying... My name is Phoenix and I need your help..."
Still stunned, Daryl pulled himself into a sitting position the girl, who was calling herself Phoenix, kneeling between his knees. He looked down at her and frowned as she looked up at him with her curious golden eyes. His eyes fell to her lips and he pursed his own, the feeling of her soft pink mouth still lingering. He brought his eyes back up to hers and sighed, running a hand over his face.
"Girl, when we get back to camp, ya best start explainin,'" he sighed, pulling them both up off the ground.
Ok so here was the first chapter. What did you think? please review and be kind, flames will not be tolerated.
Phoenix is my original character and if you want to know more about her let me know :)
Oh and when Phoenix first spoke it was in latin. I'm not sure if it was the best translation but i did my best. But this is what she said- "help me... i dont know where i am and i need your help" please review :)