Pre Apocalypse
"Awe Daryl, c'mon" Callie said as she watched the muscular form of Daryl Dixon walk down through the trees. "What, you could'a got that" Daryl said as he jumped down the bank.
"Not after you're fat boots shooed the damn thing off" Callie answered, pulling her arrow out of the tree where the deer once stood. She hadn't seen one that big in weeks, and was so close to taking it home.
"Ever charming" Daryl said, and pulled Callie in tightly to his body. He looked around quickly and nuzzled his nose into hers. "You better make it up to me" Callie muttered as his hands made their way down her sides to her hips.
"Callie" the two heard someone shout, and Callie sighed in Daryl's warm inviting chest. "Don't go" Daryl muttered, his lips edging towards hers. They met sweetly, hers soft against his.
The way this girl made him feel was insane. He was tough; he always had been and had to be in a house like his. But when he was with her, he was different. Callie knew it too, and he knew that.
They heard the voice again and Callie had to gently push away from Daryl as her father called her with more urgency. "See you tomorrow?" she asked, and he nodded as he gently pushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
She left a soft kiss on his forehead, and headed for her house, her bow and arrows securely placed on her back. Daryl sighed as he watched her go, and headed back to his house, already looking forward to seeing her the next day.
Present time
Callie sat down with her companion and ate the last meal she would have. She felt a tug at her stomach as she finished her bowl of pasta greedily. Her companion, her dog named Dixie, sat at her feet as he finished the last scrap of food in his bowl.
Callie sighed as she put her bowl down and walked over to her satchel. She threw it lightly over her shoulder and accompanied it with her bow and arrows. She looked around her house one last time, and clicked her tongue for her companion to follow.
She walked down the porch steps, firing an arrow at a walker that stood between her and the Dixon household to her left. She ran over to the barn and pulled at the doors until they opened.
It had been days since she last checked the barn, and she knew Daryl wasn't there. But she needed to see the empty barn one last time to give her the burst of hope she needed.
She looked around once more at the empty barn, she saw the spot where his truck once stood and took a deep breath. "You ready for this Dixie?" she asked and her dog nuzzled her leg in response.
She took one last glance and shut the door again, starting the trip to Atlanta which was down the road. She lightly jogged for a while, and then stopped as her bag weighted her down. She walked at a fast pace, her companion keeping up.
The trip to Atlanta was a short one, and before she knew it, Callie had reached the welcome sign. She clicked her tongue once more and her companion lowered his head, keeping his eyes forward.
Callie snuck around a back street which was completely empty. Her satchel was full with food and clothes, but the only weapon she had was her bow. She clicked her tongue and Dixie flew into a store.
She waited a minute or two, keeping her guard up before she heard Dixie bark once. She flew into the shop and looked at the empty shelves. "Dammit" she muttered to herself, and looked at the stuff on the floor.
She bent down and picked up a hunting knife and attached it to her belt. She looked up and her heart panged with agony. Even a picture of a crossbow made her stomach churn in remembrance of Daryl.
She felt sick and upset at the same time, and Dixie whined at her feet. She looked down at him and smiled lightly, picking out some more arrows she found and placing them with her own.
She headed out the store and hid between cars as she heard a noise down the road. A car alarm, no more than 50 ft away. Dixie's ears stood up to attention and Callie started to quietly run towards the noise.
She noticed a red car, obviously stolen, and an Asian guy driving in the front seat. "Hey" she called, and jumped out in front of it. Dixie barked at the person in the car, and he stuck his head out the window.
"You crazy" he asked, and she shook her head. "Just tryna find a safe haven" she said. The Asian guy looked behind him to see a bunch of walkers slumping towards the car.
"Get in, you best not be trying to loot me" he said, and Callie jumped in the front seat, Dixie clambering onto her lap. The Asian guy slammed his foot on the gas and the car bolted forwards.
"So what's your name?" Callie shouted over the noise of the alarm. "Glenn, you?" the guy answered. "Callie and this is Dixie" she shouted back. A white van pulled up and drove along next to the red car, and another man stuck his head out the window.
"Who's this?" he asked Glenn. "Callie and her dog Dixie" Glenn answered. "Rick Grimes, pleasure to meet you" the man in the van shouted. "You too" Callie shouted back. After all, manners didn't cost a penny.
"So where you come from?" Glenn asked, still shouting over the noise. "Up the road" Callie shouted back. Glenn seemed to take warmly to her, even though he had never met her before.
"It's lucky you found us, that place was crawling with walkers" Glenn shouted, and Callie thanked him. "I mean it, I can't thank you enough" she shouted and Glenn nodded, his voice starting to hurt from shouting everything.
Callie looked out the window as the red car zoomed up a cliff side. She noticed a small camp set up a few miles ahead of them, on the top of the mountain. "Many people in your group?" she asked Glenn as they pulled up. "Come meet them" he said.