CHEROKEE ROSE
A DARYL DIXON FANFICTION
Chapter One: Leather and Lace
A Beautiful Cherokee Rose
I went through the back woods baby
Where all of the wild life grows
Amidst the weeds and a daisy
A beautiful Cherokee Rose
As I was trying to pluck her
Cherokee Rose kept Holding' On
I pulled and yanked and pulled some more
I gave up saying, "She's Strong."
I wanted to know Her Secret
But it was Out of Her Control
So Her Secret would be well kept
A secret I never would know
As I started to walk away
Looking back at this awesome sight
Hold on Child I heard the Rose say
Let's ride the wind and Hold on Tight
You see The Girl I Use to Be
Existed in My Perfect Dream
My Guardian protected me
As I bloomed by a gentle stream
But then one day my own Dear Dad
Who always said, "I'll Take Your Hand".
Without notice just left me sad
Walked away to an unknown land
As I was crying please Take Me
If you don't it will be my death
Daddy left ignoring my plea
But I swore until My Last Breath
Someday I would go hunt him down
Ask him, "Why Did I Have to Die?"
But today I just shrug and frown
Another Night I Know I'd Cry
See The Person I Use to Be
Got tired of fighting a war
Hold on Soldier I said to thee
The war's not worth fighting no more
Must admit I Pray For Him Now
Pray for him and others each night
I say to the Lord as I bow
This Is For The One's Who can't fight
I do all this because of Dan
Man that lead me to The Master
I didn't see in the Lord's plan
A Funeral for a Pastor
But because of this man's love
The Lord's Seed in me always grows
Blessed by God in Heaven above
The Blossoming Cherokee Rose
By Jessica Phillips and Ronnie Doe
They were out on a run, Rick, Glen, Daryl and T-dog, the decided if they were going to survive the winter it was going to take a lot of supplies so they
needed the man power. One of the trucks had already been filled, just one more and they could get the hell outta this creepy ass town. It was only a week
ago that Herschel, Maggie and Beth had told them about this little town just south of where they were. It was one of the few that had been evacuated
before people started looting so it had hardly been touched. Unfortunately they knew very little about this town so it left them pretty vulnerable when it
came to threats here, Daryl was camped outside of the strip mall which Glen, Rick and T-dog were gathering supplies from, He shifted uncomfortably his eyes
darting around on watch for any threat that could potentially attack them. The three men reappeared with their arms and several bags full of supplies and
began loading the stuff onto the back of the truck "just about ready to go, Glens just going to make a quick run into the pharmacy to grab any medical
supplies we may need, he's going to go alone though so it's quicker." Rick explained to Daryl. Daryl nodded uncomfortably and looked on as Glen re-entered
the strip mall for the last time. It was only a couple minutes later that a groan was heard from the other side of the truck. Daryl smirked and pulled the large
knife he carried out of the holster on his belt and rounded the truck with a quick I got this nod to T-dog and Rick. The smile was quickly removed from his
face as he realized a Herd of about 40 walkers had seemingly appeared out of nowhere walking toward them. "Fuck" Daryl hissed slamming his knife into the
head of the closest walker. "Rick we gotta problem" He called pulling the bloodied knife out and going for the next walker. "We just need to hold them off until
Glen gets out" Rick called to the other two. They began killing walker after walker until one caught Daryl off guard and he was pushed to the ground, T-dog
and Rick were both trying to push their way out of being cornered so they were no help to Daryl who was trying to hold the walker off his face. He saw his
knife out of the corner of his eye which had been thrown out of his reach when he fell. It was then that the three heard a low grumble of an engine that cut
through the air, and suddenly the engine cut and a bolt suddenly pierced through the head of the walker that Daryl was struggling with the arrow missing his
own head by mere inches. He was stunned until the arrow was pulled from the head of the walker flipped off of him and a leather gloved hand offered itself
to him as an aid for him to stand. "Hurry up, I ain't got all day" A sweet flowing southern accent belonging to his rescuer demanded smoothly. He got up on
his own and the woman just laughed "Suit yourself" she replied pulling dual pistols out of two of her many side holsters adorned with all sorts of weapons.
She quickly took out six walkers surrounding Rick then blew the smoke from her pistols. All Daryl could do was stare at her, she was clad head to toe in
leather, and the tight leather pants were clinging to her body fully showing her curves her jacket done up dipped in at the sides only to become full again at
the swell of her chest. Her hair was dark and fell in black ringlets down to her waist, when she turned he noticed the red lace tank top dipping low at her
cleavage and her lips and nose were hidden by a red handkerchief tied around her face. What really drew him in were her eyes so familiar but then so unique,
one green one blue gleaming and focused lethally on her targets. Her pale skin gleamed with sweat from the Georgia heat, he snapped back to reality as Rick
and T-Dog ran toward the trucks as Glen arrived from inside the strip mall throwing the supplies in the one truck and claimed the passenger seat. "Let's get
out of here" Rick called urgently to the group then focused his attention to the woman who had saved their lives. "Follow us, we know somewhere safe."
With that he claimed the driver's seat as T-dog claimed the other truck's driver's seat. She got on a red and black Harley Davidson that Daryl admired from
the seat of his own and they both took off weaving down the highway towards the Greene farm. Daryl couldn't help but hang back and admire the fine
specimen of a woman that had saved their lives but he couldn't help but feel like he was missing something. His instincts told him, it was something very,
very important.
