This is my first attempt at "The Walking Dead" fanfiction. Also, I'm not an experience writer, so please be kind.
I want to expand these short vignettes into a full story, so let me know if you'd like that.
The Shooting Range
The "shooting range" was only 2 miles out from the farm, so Daryl decided to walk. He heard the gun shots from half a mile away and quickened his pace.
As he emerged from the brush into the open field he could see Caroline standing about one hundred yards away from the targets. She dropped the empty clip from the 9mm she was currently using and slammed a new one home into the butt of the gun in a matter of seconds. She then steadied her stance and began knocking the metal cans from the fallen log one by one.
Not wanting to be mistaken for a walker (again), he cleared his throat and said, "You already know you're a good shot...just wasting ammo."
She didn't even turn around when she replied, "What do you want, Dixon?" and fired off 3 more rounds before giving him a chance to answer.
"Rick saw you leaving the farm and figured you'd be here."
She gave him a cursory glance before continuing her assault on the targets. When she finished she shoved the gun into her back pocket and headed towards the car parked near the dirt road.
"You were right", he called, jogging toward her to catch up.
She stopped for a split second before turning and walking back toward him at an angry pace.
"I told you not go out there alone! Why the hell can't you listen to anyone? Why couldn't you have listened to me, just that once?"
The memory of hearing the rifle shot and seeing him fall like a sack of potatoes flashed through her mind as she came to a stop in front of him.
"I'm alive, ain't I?" he shouted back at her, his temper flaming.
"Fuck you!" she screamed as she turned to the car once more.
He guessed that was better than the "fuck off" he got from her when he tried to talk to her at the farm earlier today.
When she reached the car, she hesitated with her hand on driver's door handle, waiting for Daryl to catch up. He had a slight limp and was clutching at his side.
"And, you walked all the way here…real smart", she said, rolling her eyes.
"Look, it ain't gonna happen again. I learned my lesson."
Caroline figured that was the closest thing to an apology she was going to get from Daryl Dixon. She'd take it.
"Just get in the damn car", she said while opening the driver's side door as he came to stand beside her. The weight of the cross bow never seemed so heavy before.
He looked at her face and saw the sympathy in her eyes.
"So, we're good?" he asked while shielding his eyes from the sunset behind her.
"Yeah, we're good."
She held out her right hand and he slapped it before grabbing the end of her fingers and giving her arm a playful shake. She smirked at him and got into car.
Thanks for reading!
~MLM