Fanfic, Multi-chapters. Chapter one.
My first TWD Fanfic - mistakes will be made but feel free to notify me on these, so I can correct them in future chapters. :)
Daryl was out in the woods, hunting. He was following the tracks of a young deer he had recently came across. But after a few minutes as the tracks started to disappear due to the newly forming snow, he sighed in defeat. He glanced over his shoulder where hanging was a string of squirrels. Well, the group were going to have to put up with more squirrels for now. They couldn't have much else, their food supply was limited to whatever they could get their hands on after the loss of the farm, so if anyone had complaints about squirrels, he would happily tell them to shove the food up their asses and go and find something themselves.
He ventured his way back to the camp, where sitting there surrounded by tents where a fire sat in the middle, there was accompanying it the same old, torn group he had left behind for his hunting trip. Maybe he should have stayed out where he was, it would have been a much more nicer surrounding than this, and the walkers would have been better company, that was for sure.
He looked around and spot sight of Carol, so he started walking over to her. He handed her the rope of dead squirrels, and unsurprisingly, she took them without saying a word. She hadn't said a lot in a while, but who could blame her? So much had been happening recently, the two that must have affected Carol were the recent losses.
Dale. The old man of the group. He was a little.. kind of annoying at times, that could be said. But everything he did say, had great intentions behind it. The guy gave inspiration to the group, whether they recognized that or not – everything he said motivated them. Whether it be his little old rambling arguments with Andrea, the girl who was closest to being his daughter, or whether it was just a little questioning with Rick. Everything he did had a point. But his death, oh, that was certainly the biggest impact on the group. Of all people that could have died, it was the poor old man. Hit the group hard – all of them, and although he didn't like admitting it – Daryl, he could shed a small tear at the thought of that loss. It was just terrible, that was one thing to admit.
Then, you have Sophia. The young girl, Carl's friend. Well, she was the only one here anywhere near his age, so that wasn't a surprise. But if that stupid girl had though and actually done as Rick said, and not even ran off in the first place – Heck, that girl would probably still be with them. But he couldn't think bad of her all the time. It was a tragic moment when they saw the eyes of Sophia. Her need for flesh, just like the others. Those days of searching for her were over.. they were a waste. But the thought of the look of death on Sophia just gave him a little shudder down the spine, the poor girl. She was too young to be one of them.
Daryl sighed a little, as he followed after Carol. Rick had set straight the rule that, any unarmed member, or how Daryl would have said, any 'stupid idiot who isn't trusted with a gun', which he personally thought should have counted as Andrea, and just her. That dumb bitch shot him!
As Daryl stood there, he couldn't help but feel the need to help. He was just stood there watching her, which if he was in her position, he would find quite rude and annoying, and he would happily demand they did something. He cleared his throat a little before he spoke,
"Do ya want me to.. help?" questioned Daryl as he looked at her. Carol looked up at him with a small smile, but she had to think of that for a moment. He had done his job in the hunting, but if he offered, then that would make her job a lot quicker.
Carol nodded after that moment of thought, "Sure." she replied, her voice soft. Well, that had been the very first thing she had said in a very long time. It made a slight smile play on the end of his lips. However, the only thing that prevented him from actually smiling was his little objection to emotions. He didn't want to be a huge drama queen like Lori, oh no. That would certainly be his worst nightmare. Him and Carol both got started on skinning the squirrels.
It didn't take long because there was the two of them, but the silence did sort of get to Daryl, it was just odd. But at least it was better than the atmosphere of that camp. Once done, they walked back to the camp. The dull atmosphere just hit them both immediately, but they ignored it. Carol walked over to the fire and set the squirrels up to be cooked.
Daryl turned his head to look around, in the time he had been out, still no Andrea. Lori had claimed to see her fall, but he didn't really believe her. Well, she was insane, or something. Before Shane died, she wanted him to be killed. But as soon as his death did come around, she gets all cocky to Rick about it. What was her deal? She needed a reality check, this kind of world wasn't the place to get all fussy after something goes your way but you didn't like it.
Everyone knew she had it for Shane. Their one-time fling was far from one-time, it was obvious. Now that idiot was dead finally, and that bullshit was out of the window – well, kind of.
Daryl strolled over to the frustrated Rick, and opened his mouth to speak. "Rick. You heard anything about Andrea, you think she's coming back?" he asked, but for sure he missed out one thing – if he thought Andrea was still alive. Oh well.
Rick sighed as he lifted his head to look at Daryl. His head slowly shook as he held his hand to his chin, the usual stressed out Rick look. Leaving Daryl with a slight eyebrow. "I don't know.. Lori and the others said they saw her fall, how do we know if she's alive? Andrea may be a strong girl, but no one person could handle a huge walker attack like that alone.." he stated as his explanation to Daryl.
Daryl rolled his eyes at the response Rick gave, and just turned to walk off back to Carol. Then, T-Dog stepped up after overhearing the mini-conversation between the two, "Hey Rick, want us to go search for Andrea?" he asked, with Glenn at his side. They didn't have to go far, if there was any danger it wouldn't take long for them to escape back to the camp.
Rick took in what T-Dog said with thought. But he just nodded, "I guess. Just make sure you don't stray far, keep in hearing distance of us all. Then if you got problems just yell and we'll come runnin'."
The response got a nod from Glenn and T-Dog, then the two started walking, but Glenn had to wave a small goodbye to Maggie first.
Him and Maggie were just, well, perfect. Although the two had been through a few arguments and fall-outs, they had a great relationship. Their care for each other was a real relationship, while comparing it to Lori and Rick you could say what Maggie and Glenn had was possibly the best relationship in this kind of world, it was quite.. sweet. They never really went anywhere without letting the other knowing, either. That was their care for each other, their trust for each other.
Their feet lightly crunched against the mix of crunchy leaves and patches of icy snow. The thing you had to concentrate on most here, was the snow and how slippery it was. Some patches were fine, yet some were incredibly slippery – and it was easy to forget that, especially when you were use to being in a safe farm where problems were rare to come across.
As the thoughts of that rushed through T-Dog's head, suddenly he saw Glenn disappear from sight. He looked to the ground, where the poor Korean had slipped, and landed with a thud on his backside. A laugh came from both of them, and Glenn was helped up to his feet. Glenn was the one who had always complained everyone needed to be careful in this kind of terrain, yet he was the one who always was slipping. What an idiot.
"Shhh.." suddenly came from T-Dog, as another pair of feet could be heard close by. It was a little unclear, but it was sounding like someone dragging their feet along with them. Walker. The two of them looked around for sight of whatever it was, when Glenn froze. Andrea. He nudged T-Dog and pointed towards a fairly tattered figure, that was clearly their old group member Andrea. But they had a huge fear – she could be a walker. From the distance she clearly looked like one, and was carrying herself about like one. But, it could be like Daryl – just a walker look-alike. Maybe if they were lucky.
"Glenn!" Andrea called out, a weak voice however, came from her. Glenn was shocked. She was alive. She was safe! The same bright smile that was on Glenn's face also appeared on T-Dogs *Shit, she's still alive!" T-Dog said in shock. They ran to her and supported her, one on each side of her, and they lead her back to camp.
Once they arrived, the first face to look towards the three was Daryl. A small smile appeared on his face, but nothing more than the edge of his lips tweaking a little. He was glad to see blondie was at least still alive. Then, Lori and Rick's heads were raised to the crunching of the leaves. Appearing on Rick's face was a little smile, and it was one which had much meaning. Happiness, relief, and so much more. Lori saw the smile from the corner of her eye, which lead a frown to come across her face. Although her and Andrea really had never seen eye to eye, they had their moments of getting along. But for some reason, Lori didn't feel happy about the return. It was the look on Rick's face. It lead her to be worried. Very worried.