Hello my fellow Walking Dead lovers, for starters I'd just like to say that I do not own 'The Walking Dead' or any characters of the franchise, I'm kind of not allowed closer than 50 foot near Norman Reedus.. Damn restraining orders. Secondly I'll warn you that I am prone to making very terrible jokes, just like that one. Finally I'd love to hear some feed back from you guys, be it constructive or not although I do warn that some of the writing has been purposely misspelt for effect.
Please enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
Chapter One: Familiar Faces.
Daryl Dixon quietly took another one of his silent get aways from the rest of the group. Sometimes just being around them drove him crazy it was days like this he had to admit he missed his blunt, rude brother. For the most part though he could get through them, he and Carol had got close now, mostly thanks to how determined he was to find her little girl. The woods surrounding Hershal's farm house were Daryl's favourite place to be, they reminded him of the woods he used to hunt in. Besides hunting and keeping away from the constantly warring group were the only things keeping him sane at the moment. Right now they seemed pretty content, other than the fact that of the two children the group has one is missing and the other has been shot. Luckily Carl looked to be getting better, he was up quicker than most kids should be after getting shot at least. While out in the woods Daryl couldn't help but allow his mind to drift to thoughts of his brother, he was a good tracker so he needn't put all his thought into it plus after finding that house that someone had been holed up in he was feeling pretty good about his tracking right now. The extra leg work from a trusty old horse he may or may not have taken without asking from the farm helped a whole bunch more than he could've imagined. Just as he pulled up his crossbow taking aim at a squirrel on a nearby tree he pulled the trigger and as the arrow landed in the small creature Daryl got a shiver up his spine. He couldn't help feeling like he was being watched his eyes squinted to see if he could spot anything unusual but before they found anything else they landed on a small doll washed up in the river beside him, Sofia's small doll.
Just meters away from where the man and his steed were stood a silm curly haired brunette woman completely oblivious to each other. She was also hunting in the woods and her first kill was going to be a squirrel that she'd been following from tree to tree for about twenty minutes. Finally the pesky furry animal had stopped moving and just as she raised her hand up a knife gently resting between her thumb and forefinger a loud 'thhwhump' came from her left and an arrow impaled her prey. The action made the woman pause in utter shock she was sure she recognised that arrow but she did not allow herself to dwell on that thought as she quickly turned to look in the direction that it came from her eyes were shocked to discover not only a man but a man on a horse.
"Well hello there cowboy..." She whispered to herself as her eyes landed on the side of the man's head. She didn't have a good view of his face but she was enjoying what she saw so far, his muscular arms and broad shoulders made her bit her lip slightly. She continued to hold her knife up beside her ear, she might not be able to trust this man. She got that twinge of recognition again when she surveyed him a bit further, then he shuddered and his head moved into light finally his face was in the brunette's view and she instantly wished she hadn't seen it. She had recognised that arrow and that body, the cowboy was no stranger to this woman. She did not want to believe what her eyes showed her, she was sure that this was some sick trick. As the man approached her however, his eyes seemed to now be set on something over by the river. She gasped and ducked into a tree, her small frame coming in handy now as she lifted herself into the tree with ease hiding on a low hung branch. As the man and his horse passed by beneath her she hid herself behind the thick trunk of the tree just as he tore his arrow, and his catch, out of the tree to her left. Not far off from her he got off his horse, the brunette had a few moments to think about what she was doing as she glanced round to catch another glimpse of him.
'Why am I hiding?! It's another person!' She thought to herself.
'But I know this one, of all the people to run into in an apocalypse Daryl Dixon had to be the one.' She sighed hitting her palm against her forehead as she pulled herself round the tree again.
'Look on the bright side... It could have been his brother.' The brunette rolled her eyes at her own attempt at cheering herself up when suddenly;
"SOFIA!" The sound of his voice almost made her fall out of the tree although she couldn't help but feel a little soothed at the sound she always loved his accent, even if she only heard it briefly. She also had another feeling come over her, one she was all too familiar with when it came to Daryl Dixon; jealousy. Who was Sofia? Why was he putting his ass on the line for her? It was only when she peeked back around the corner to find him climbing back on his horse that she saw what he'd found at the river side. A small child's doll and that's when she realised he was out here looking for a kid, a little girl lost in the woods and then it made sense to her why Daryl was out here.
After a few moments of hope Daryl gave up on the area he'd found the doll and moved on following the stream in hopes that Sofia had done the same. He climbed back up on to his stolen horse which let out a few huffs in response then moved on slowly following the river side as slowly as possible. If he found Sofia he expected she wouldn't be in the best shape to walk let alone run after a horse so slow was better plus it gave him a chance to properly scout the area. As the horse slowly walked up a slight hill Daryl was sure he heard a rustling in the trees behind him. He pulled the horse to a stop and squinted in the direction the sound came from raising his cross bow he lowered his breathing and strained his ears for any sound but he heard nothing not even a distant moan he growled and ushered his horse to move on but didn't lower his bow. He came to a slight clearing on a small cliff above the river as he looked over the edge he got that same feeling on the back of his neck like someone was watching him. He threw his eyes back round to glare in the direction that sound came from again sure he wasn't just hearing things but just as his eyes settled on something, something he was sure he recognised his horse tore into the air into a panic jumping off it's front legs over and over until Daryl was thrown off then it ran off into the woods. While Daryl was thrown down the cliff rolling and thudding down the muddy terrain until finally he landed with a splash into the river.
The brunette woman witnessed the entire event, after accidentally getting his attention by leaping on to a weak branch and falling to the floor with as little sound she could manage, which still was too much for the hunter Daryl who almost saw her. She couldn't help but feel like his fall was her own fault, if he hadn't been busy looking her way he may have seen what spooked the horse, which she could see now was a snake hidden in amongst the dead leaves. The woman had ran to the clearing he had been at as soon as she saw him fall, her eyes fell on to the tumbling body of Daryl just as he landed. She held her breath waiting for a sign that he was okay.
"Please be alive..." She whispered to herself from her high point above him, her prayers were answered when she heard his voice.
"Son ov'a bitch!" He cursed and she couldn't help the smile that spread over her lips, only Daryl Dixon could take a fall like that without passing out. Her smile fell though when she saw the red blood staining the water around him something dropped in her stomach and before she could do anything else her body was moving to the nearest, safest, way down to him. She just managed to get down to him, with much difficulty and more than one leaps down that meant she wouldn't be able to get back up easily. When she got there though Daryl was gone, it wasn't hard for her eyes to follow his bloody trail over to the dry land he had found she got there just in time to hear him growl to himself as he tied his torn off sleeves around his chest. Now the short haired woman could finally see the arrow that had pieced his side, she couldn't help the smirk that came over her lips at what Daryl would be thinking right now.
'He's probably cursing the fact that of all the shit that could have hurt him in the world today he's managed to hurt himself.' She thought to herself it was only when he managed to pull himself up and started searching the floor for something when the woman realised she was just stood out in the open staring at him she panicked silently running into the bushes grabbing the first tree she could find and pulling her slender frame into it. Just as she managed to -proudly- get herself hidden without making a sound she saw Daryl looking off into another direction to a rustling bush and this time it wasn't her. She glared over to the bush too as Daryl realised his bow was missing and went to search through the lake for it the woman climbed across branches placing herself so that she was above deep enough water that she could jump into if things got bad for Daryl. Her eyes remained locked on the bushes across from him though as he started to try and climb the cliff he was faced with. She could hear his moans and growls in pain from where she was though and couldn't stop her eyes from drifting over to him in worry.
'I need to help him! He's in a lotta pain...'
'Who am I kidding? The second Daryl Dixon sees my face he'll go insane, he may be wounded but I know better than most how Daryl can get when he's pissed... Besides he's practically halfway there already just on his own.' The brunette tried to reassure herself he was almost out of her eye line now and just as she was about to leave her tree and move a bit closer she saw the stick he was carrying drop. She was sure she heard him speak too then just when she thought she saw him catch a good branch something slipped and he went rolling back down the hill again. A gasp left her lips as she struggled to watch him writhe in pain after the fall when finally his eye lids dropped and he passed out. The brunette stared at him for what felt like forever willing him to sit up to wake up, show some sign that he was okay.
'Get over there! He's passed out! What's he going to do to me while he's passed out!?'
'What if he's only resting his eyes for a minute, if he opens them to see me I doubt he'll be happy, I'm just going to give it a second longer.' She thought to herself watching his figure laying in the dirt of the river side she couldn't help the worry that came over her body as she watched him lay there covered in mud and blood. Just as she started to move from her perch ready to slip into the water and try to wake him up she heard him speak.
"Merle..." He whispered in a hushed croaked voice the name made the woman stop in her tracks, was the bastard brother here? Was he looking at her right now and she didn't even realise? Merle was always better at catching her out than Daryl was, though she always believed that was only because Daryl liked her following him around. Daryl spoke again as though he was having a conversation with Merle, she pulled herself back into her tree and stared over to Daryl once more just to make sure Merle really wasn't there.
"Tried like hell to find you, bro'" She heard Daryl speak again, he was delirious, exhausted and exposed and by the sounds of his words he'd lost Merle. As she continued to try and listen to what he was saying she heard something she didn't want to hear a monstrous growl her eyes shot down, below her low hung branch was a rotter who looked a little too interested in Daryl.
"God dammit Daryl..." She growled to herself spinning over so she was laying with her back on the branch she pulled out one of her knifes from her belt of twenty and threw it at the now moving, towards Daryl, rotter her knife hit it square in the forehead and the rotter fell forwards into the lake beneath her.
"Fuckin' rotters!" She hissed as her eyes moved back to Daryl now and she spotted at least two more in the bushes around Daryl as well as two near herself. "Fuckin' rotters!" She spoke now falling out of her tree and into the lake with the dead floating rotter. The two rotters who she'd spotted near Daryl had spotted him and one was far too close for her liking as quick as she could the knife wielding brunette pulled out another one of her belted weapons and within seconds it was embedded into the head of the rotter between her and Daryl. She knelt down her hand searching for something in the water under the floating rotter, she quickly found the colourful straps she tied to each of her knifes and yanked it out of the floaters head. Just in time too as seconds later she heard a growl and a splash behind her, one of the rotters she'd spotted near her earlier was now right behind her. She had to hold in the scream she felt about to leave her mouth but she swiftly stood up and brought her knife up with her as she did thrusting it into the top of the female rotters skull. She let out a growl as she pulled her knife back out and turned back to look at Daryl, more rotters had become attracted to his delusional mumblings. She ran over to him, uncaring about him seeing her for the moment as she passed the rotter she'd taken down between them she made sure to duck down catch the fabric that was tied around the bottom of the hilt of her knife and yank it up into her palm slinging another knife at a rotter that was up behind Daryl.
"Hey!" She yelled at him hitting his chest as she ran past and grabbed the knife from the rotter she'd just taken down. Daryl's head moved slightly he seemed to be stirring for the moment they were okay there were two more rotters one male one female, the female was closer but not close enough to worry the brunette. Her eyes took in the rest of the area before she fell to her knees beside Daryl.
"Daryl!" She whispered to him. "Come on! Get up!" She hissed again this time taking his face in one of her hands and giving him a light slap.
"Come on! Get. Up!" She hissed a little too loudly this time as both rotters heard her and were now on their way over.
"Shit Daryl!" She whispered standing up now, her saying his name again made him moan her eyes fell back down to him and she could see he was stirring now. This thought made her panic more than the two rotters that were heading their way.
"Fuck!" She whispered looking from the looming rotters to Daryl and back again she aimed for the female who was now far too close for the huntress' liking. She threw the knife getting her clean in the head the rotter fell backwards with her knife embedded in her head. Daryl moaned again making the brunette look over to him, his eyes opened now and that was all it took for the woman to run off to the left jumping into the trees and hiding as best she could. Only she'd forgotten all about the other rotter who was now feet away from Daryl the woman went to pull out her 'go-to' knife, the one in the front left hand side of the belt only to realise she was one knife down. Her eyes landed on the female rotter laying a foot away from Daryl with her knife stuck in it's head.
"Fuck!" She growled, the last thing she wanted was for Daryl to see one of her knives, though she couldn't be sure he'd even recognise it, not like she recognised his arrow. Her thoughts were torn from her when she saw the male rotter step over the dead female one, now he was so close he had knelt down and grabbed one of Daryl's feet ready to bite into it. The brunette worked fast tearing one of her knives from it's holster and just as she pulled her arm back to throw Daryl woke up kicking the rotter in the face knocking it to the side. The pair then got into a scuffle and the huntress couldn't get a clear shot of the rotter without fear she'd hit Daryl.
"Come on Daryl..." She whispered to herself just as he got hold of a large stick and beat the rotter with it. Although a gory way to do it the brunette couldn't help the smile that came across her face he was okay he was safe, she thought until she saw the approaching rotter that Daryl had already spotted he pulled the arrow he'd impaled in himself earlier out and put it into his bow shooting the rotter down instantly and not a second too soon as the rotter was almost on top of him. The huntress let out a sigh of relief taking a second to fall back into the grass and just rest for a moment as Daryl did too.
After a while the brunette sat up looking over to Daryl she smiled to herself as she just watched his chest rise and fall she missed him, she knew that, wasn't he half the reason she agreed to come back down the Southern way? There wasn't much else down here for her, not any more. Unfortunately Daryl wasn't here for her either, he wasn't hers in any sense of the word. Although for a girl who has just found her real sole reason for travelling over 500 miles in a dead world she has been pretty terrible about approaching him. Her mind remained on that thought as she stared at Daryl's sleeping body, she could walk up to him now, take care of his wound, wash some of the blood off of his face, he didn't look half as terrifying to her when he was asleep. Just as her feet decided for her and stood her up taking a step forward Daryl stirred awake taking in a few deep frightened breaths, the brunette gasped grabbing the first strong branch she saw and pulling herself on to it, higher was always safer, from rotters and Dixon's. Her grey eyes remained glued to Daryl as he pulled himself up and took off his over shirt. The brunette couldn't help her eyes wandering as he pulled the shirt off she eyed his dirty, sweaty chest with lust and as he tied the shirt around himself, with much pain, she noted his arm muscles tightening. She remembered his big strong arms with a shudder her eyes closed as she remembered what it was like to be in those arms. Her grey orbs were shown once more when she heard Daryl start to move again, something had got his attention, the dead floating rotter that she had taken down at the start of the rush. Then his eyes moved to the female one just feet from where he was laying he walked straight up to it and tore out the knife, her knife. He pulled the colourful fabric attached to the end so that it lie across his palm, he stared at it in utter confusion for a few seconds before looking around the surroundings the huntress ducked back laying hidden on her branch and held her breath. She heard him move back over to where he was stood and mumble something to himself deciding this was probably a good sign that he was no longer looking in her direction she plucked up the courage to peek back round at him. Her eyes landed on him just as he tucked her knife into the back of his jeans.
'Dammit, if he remembers those knives from our childhood..'
'He might be overjoyed and instantly try to find me to tell me how much he's missed me..?'
'Ha, that'd be the day...' The woman rolled her eyes at her own naïve thoughts 'Besides just think how Matt would react to the sight of Daryl Dixon walking into the camp!' She thought once more to herself as her eyes fell to her left hand, leant up against the trunk of the tree, and the small silver band that sat around her ring finger. She sadly sighed as her eyes focused back on to Daryl who was picking up his stuff ready to move on, not before he gutted and ate the innards of the squirrel the huntress had been following earlier she now silently thanked her past self for not killing it earlier. She also witnessed him cut off the ears of the two rotters he took down and tie them round his neck with a shoe lace as she watched his face distort at the look of his new found necklace the brunette's own face distorted into a look of worry while she silently hoped that this was just to do with his deliriousness. The shoulder length haired huntress followed Daryl all the way back to his own camp she told herself it was just to keep an eye on him in his state -he'd had more visits from Merle while on his way back- but really she thought it was just because she was struggling to take her eyes off of him. Although even in his delirious, bleeding out and confused state Daryl Dixon was still a pain in the ass to follow, he was constantly looking around she was sure she wouldn't have managed to keep out of his sight if he had been in full shape. Once he stumbled out of the woods the woman was quick to rush straight to a tree that faced the open area he'd just walked into she moved so she was close to the edge but made sure she couldn't be seen, who knew whose eyes were looking at her through a gun scope right now? Finally her eyes landed on where Daryl called 'home' for the moment and she saw a beautiful farm house that looked untouched by rotters she smiled happy to know Daryl was in a good place. Her eyes moved down to his slow moving figure once more as four men approached him one looked to be limping but the thing that confused the woman most was the fact that they were all wielding weapons. As they got close enough one of the men even held his pistol up to Daryl's face, the woman's heart stopped she tore into her belt grabbing one of her knives though she wasn't sure she'd be able to make the shot from this far. Then she heard it;
"Is that Daryl?" One of them asked, her entire body went limp against the branch she was laying on she closed her eyes in relaxation as she breathed a sigh of relief they did know him he was okay.
"Third time you pointed tha' thing at ma' head.. You gonna pull the trigger or what?!" She heard his southern drawl that she so adored speak out to the men. She smiled he was back with his people she could happily leave now knowing he wasn't going to- BANG!
"NO!" She whispered the sound made her jump straight out of the tree and land on the ground with a pain to one of her feet, she was used to pain in her feet though so she soldiered through it. When her eyes landed on Daryl he was just falling to the floor.
"NO!" She whispered again.
'He pulled it!? He actually shot him!?' Was all that was running though the woman's head as she threw back her arm ready to plant a knife into the one with the pistols head only then he screamed no almost as whole-heartedly as she wanted to scream it and ran at Daryl the woman backed up slightly remaining hidden in the trees. The man then turned waving back to someone and shouting 'no!' once more he and another man in a baseball cap with 'POLICE' written across it then lifted Daryl to his feet.
"I was kiddin'!" She heard that southern growl and almost wept in joy she decided after all she'd seen today all that she had felt for Daryl, that she had to see him to speak to him. Besides he was in no fit state to explain himself to the rest of his group so maybe things would go smoother if she got to know them first. It was with that thought that she started moving towards the tree edge just as they started dragging him away. Those thoughts quickly recoiled and disappeared though when she saw a pretty blonde woman and older man running at the five men.
"Oh my god! Oh my god is he dead?!" The brunette could hear the utter fear in the woman's voice even from where she was stood suddenly the tears she'd felt come before in happiness were now back for sadness as she watched the blonde fuss over him from afar, she walked straight back into the woods without even a look back but not before one of the other men got a quick glance of her from the corner of his eye. The man in the police cap glared over Daryl's shoulder sure that he had seen the figure of a woman in the tree line moments ago he shook his head but made a mental note to ask Daryl about it later.
The huntress ran back into the woods about as far as her lungs would carry her before the air started to leave sharp pricks in her chest she allowed a strangled cough to leave her lips as she crouched to the floor leant against a tree. She struggled to catch her breath, her heart felt like it was trying to tear right out of her chest as she forced herself to hold back any tears she was even thinking of shedding. She fell to the ground her behind resting at the bottom of the tree she was leaning on for support as she let out a berated breath rubbing her face with her hands.
"This is silly!" She hissed to herself behind her hands before she moved them away from her face and shook them out in front of her. Her body shook in response as though she was trying to shake out all the sad thoughts she was thinking, all the ridiculous jealous feelings she was feeling. She took a deep breath and forced herself to laugh as she pulled herself up off the floor.
"This is ridiculous, I have Matt, there's nothing I should be jealous of..." She whispered to herself pulling out a knife from her belt, she needed to catch at least one squirrel before she went back to Matt.
"Besides I don't know that woman even had anything to do with Daryl..." She hissed to try and soothe herself but after a few moments of silent thinking her face pulled into a sneer.
"Who am I kidding? Daryl is fuckin' gorgeous o'course she's sleepin' with him..." She growled stabbing her knife into a nearby tree. "Fuckin' blondes..." She hissed.
When she'd thought she needed to catch 'at least one squirrel' that is literally what she meant, she managed to find a single squirrel while heading back to her own camp. Her catch now hung from the back of her belt covering the behind of her trashy already muck stained denim shorts in blood. She hated wearing clothes like that, she had always had lovely long tanned legs, being a girl from down south she had no difficulty getting a tan. However her legs always gained her unwanted attention from males, she didn't used to mind it so much, when she travelled and was living in hostels her legs got her many a free night. When she got engaged to Matt however she didn't like it so much, it became a hassle when other men looked at her. Matt would always end up kicking the shit out of them but he said he likes her in her short shorts and mini skirts, really she just thought he liked it to use as an excuse to beat the crap out of people. It was night by the time the long legged brunette stepped back into her own camp, which she was pleased to see was just as she left it, two cars and a large two tonne truck all surrounding a small camp fire. As she approached she smiled at the couple from the red car, Frank and Abbey however when she got closer she saw the sad look Abbey was sending her and quickly realised what it meant.
"Hey guys..." She said slowly to the pair.
"Even'n." Frank said back, clearly unaware of the discussion the two women had just had via facial expressions.
"He's in your truck..." Abbey said pointing over to the truck that had been backed into the gathering so that when the shutter was open the pair could sit on the end of the carriage and take part in the conversations. Tonight however the shutter was not open and the brunette huntress knew exactly what that meant. She walked up to the truck as quietly as she could Abbey sent her a sad smile as she approached it, the blonde knew what was in stake for the young girl that she had come to call a friend. The brunette lightly tapped her knuckle against the shutter.
"Sweetie? Are you awake? I'm back..." She said as sweetly and softly as she could muster she'd hoped there'd be no answer, that there wouldn't have to be a fight, not tonight. Her hopes went unanswered when the shutter door came sharply rattling upwards, they normally had a rule that after a certain time of night they weren't allowed to use the shutter and had to enter the box by the front of the truck. The little huntress highly doubted anyone was going to mention this rule to Matt right now though. As the door fully opened Matt stood there in his filthy wife beater and torn denim jeans she couldn't help but make a comparison in her head thinking how her fiancée couldn't pull off dirty wife beaters quite as well as Daryl, she silently scorned herself for her thoughts after.
"Get in." Matt growled at her she did as demanded of her and lifted herself into the cab, within seconds of her being stood beside Matt he had already pulled the shutter back down and viciously pushed her up against the side of the cab knocking some stocked shelves out of place.
"Where the fuck have you been!?" He growled in her face she glared at him, it was like he already knew, like he had been spying on her today and watched her as she watched Daryl Dixon in lustful admiration.
"I-I was hunting Matt-" She stammered out. "Lemme go you're hurting me!" She hissed struggling to lift her arms to his, he'd pinned her to the cold metal side by holding his arms around her biceps. A move he liked to pull 'cause he could just make her wear a long sleeved shirt for a few days and there'd be no signs she was hurt, plus it kept her hands away from him. He pushed off of her now letting out a growl as he did she glared down to the already pinking marks he'd left on her arms, they were definitely going to bruise. She glared back over to him before kneeling down and picking up the supplies that had been knocked to the floor.
"Damn Matty, what the hell's your problem? You act like I ain't never been huntin' before!" She hissed back at him, if he'd seen her with Daryl she'd find out now, there was no way he wouldn't respond to that remark, although if he'd seen her with Daryl she was sure she'd be in a much worse state then she is now.
"What that hell's my problem!?" He hissed back she tentatively listened without trying to make it too obvious how worried she was for his next words. "My problem Nancy is that you have been gone for hours! I mean god damn you broke curfew!" He hissed and she almost fell backwards in realisation, Matt had set a curfew of 7 o'clock, just before it starts getting dark, that everyone had to abide by Nancy now realised she'd missed that curfew by a fair few hours.
"Shit Matty, I'm sorry..." She whispered standing up and placing the last of the dropped supplies back on the shelf. "I completely forgot while I was out there, you know how I get sometimes..."
"It's alright..." He spoke softly now moving towards her she turned to face him to find him smiling. "At least you got us plenty to eat right?" He smiled speaking in that accent she hated, Matty was from higher North than Nancy but moved down to her town when he was still pretty young so his accent was some weird mix. His words made Nancy's stomach drop
"Er, yeah, about that..." She mumbled.
"What about that?!" He hissed back to his nasty tone. "Show me what you caught!" He growled, Nancy pulled out the single dead squirrel and held it up to him he snatched it out of her hand.
"This?! This is it?!" He growled at her shaking the dead squirrel in her face.
"Matty lemme explain-" But before she could even get another word out a hard balled fist collided with her cheek sending her flying to the floor of the cab a scream escaped her lips and she hated it, she never wanted him to know when he'd really hurt her.
"Explain this bitch!" Matt growled pulling back his foot and bringing it in on her stomach the pain was unbearable but she held in the scream she wanted to let out.
"THERE WERE ROTTERS MATT!" She shouted at him, that stopped him he paused staring at her as she lay there in the foetal position.
"Rotters?! How many?! Were you bit!?" He hissed at her she glared up at him, her pride taking over she attempted to stand, almost crying out as she did so and having to hold on to one of the shelves for stability but she managed to stand and face him.
"There were five or six..." Nancy breathed out.
"I said were you bit!?" He hissed out she glared at him again although from the throbbing pain she was feeling in her cheek and the fact that vision through her left eye was half concealed in pink she doubted it looked much like a glare.
"No!" She growled at him a sneer set on her face as he continued to eye her up and down she pulled up her tight fitted plain red t-shirt and showed Matt her side so he could fully see her body.
"I said no! The only marks on my body are from you!" She hissed this brought his brown eyes back to her own.
"Don't get cocky now, Hicks!" He hissed out her last name like it was venom she just sneered at him and dropped her shirt back down.
"Five or six you reckon?" He asked she just nodded now, the pain in the cheek and side suddenly becoming pretty overwhelming, she allowed herself to drop back and lean against the cool wall of the cab.
"Damn, maybe we should move on, that many rotters-"
"No!" Nancy cut him short which only made him glare more. "I-I mean, I don't think that's a good idea, we've only just got here, let us have a few days, maybe even'a week? The only reason I saw them rotters is 'cause I went too far er..." She thought for a moment thinking of the direction Daryl's camp was in. "East.. Ya don't send anyone else East, it's rotter fest over there..." She explained Matt glared at her for a few moments before nodding.
"Alright, I wont..." He said she smiled nodding. "But it's only a matter'o time 'til we gotta move on from this place Nancy.. Don't get too comfortable." He growled she just nodded and just as she turned to leave something on her hip caught the eye of Matt he grabbed hold of her hip pulling it into his view he sneered at her.
"You lost'a knife?!" He hissed her stomach dropped, they hadn't had many knifes when they'd started out and she'd already lost two.
"Yeah... Sorry they overwhelmed me I couldn't-" She tried to explain but he just growled raising his arm once more, though Nancy wasn't sure her cheek could take another punch and she wondered if Matt had thought the same thing as his fist smashed into the metal beside her head. Nancy stared at him scared out of her wits he just stared at the spot on the cab that he'd hit, without saying a word he moved away from her and into the front of the truck as she went to follow him he sharply turned on her.
"I think it's time you went to bed, Nancy." He hissed her eyes pulled into a glare again but as she went to say something the look on Matt's face told her not to.
"Good night, Nancy." He growled before climbing out of the truck. Nancy growled but as her eyes landed on the fold up bed she'd been using her lids started to feel mighty heavy.