Just a little one shot I wrote :p let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead, just Isabelle.
When I was assigned watch it'd usually be with Rick. I always enjoyed it because we occasionally would sneak a couple kisses or hold hands, do things couples would do. It never got out of hand though, obviously. We saved that for other times.
But right now he wasn't here. He was inside chatting with Hershel. And by inside I mean negotiating a way for us to stay without Hershel trying to kill Shane because of yesterday's...events.
So now I was stuck with Daryl.
Not that it was a bad thing or anything, but I was used to Rick. Not a man who was allergic to sleeves.
Which I didn't mind really, he did have some nice arms.
Not the point though, I could tell he didn't want to be here on watch with me. He didn't want to be here or talk to anybody. Instead he wanted to go out into the woods and look for someone that wasn't there, Sophia.
Unfortunately, yesterday we "found" her but not in the way we wanted to, especially Daryl. I never did find out why it mattered so much, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. Sophia was sort of a symbol of hope and redemption to him, but now that was gone.
I glanced over to him, hoping he wouldn't notice me staring. He looked tense, he was tense. The air was just tense all around. I know he's keeping a watchful eye for any walkers, ready to take his anger out on them. Better them than me, I suppose.
But this was way too awkward.
I leaned back in my chair to stretch and finally decided to speak up, "Daryl?"
A mere grunt in response, "Such a man with words." I smirked.
"Shut up." He shot back, refusing to make any sort of eye contact.
I know I'll probably get a fist through my teeth if I ask, but I've had worse. Far worse, I even shuddered at my past memories...especially the CDC. "Are you okay Daryl?" I asked softly.
"I'm fine stop asking, ya sound like everyone else." He sneered in response, well what did I expect?
I would pursue it, but I let it go. Not because I was scared, but because something rustling in the distance caught my eye.
I took notice of Daryl's change in facial expression followed by him putting the scope of the rifle up to his eye for a better look. I laid flat on my stomach and pressed my binoculars to my eyes as well.
These...they weren't walkers. Their movements were too smooth and not jagged enough to be considered undead.
Damn these binoculars for sucking! I could hardly tell what these what the fuck was out there and neither could Daryl.
They were pretty quick too, and I was starting to become confused as to what to do. I squinted my eyes and looked at what seemed to be...
"Daryl, you see what I'm seeing?" I asked in a shaky tone.
He sighed and loaded his gun, "Yup."
I shrugged and aimed my rifle. The closer they got, the better I could hear what they were chanting. I was almost tempted to tell Daryl to go inside, but he wanted to deal with these what appeared to be...
...fangirls.
"DARYL! LET ME BE MRS. DIXON!" was repeated over and over again, but what annoyed me more was Daryl's face all over their shirts.
This seemed to be a chore to Daryl, and in fact, I saw it more as entertainment, a waste of bullets, but still.
We managed to take care of all the fangirls there, but it was going to be a lot of explaining to do about the large amounts of wasted ammo and screaming.
This wasn't written with a malicious intent, it was simply meant to be humorous. Hope you enjoyed reading.