When Worlds Collide
Daryl Dixon was a tuff redneck with no regrad or appreciation for anything, but when a native girl impresses him with her skill to survive, will he learn to see things from her way, or will zombie apocalypse make it too difficult.
Chapter I - The Hunter and The Camp
Fav quote "Well slam ma door an call ma corn fried"
I haven't written fanfictions since I was 13 and here it is 7 years later and I got a Daryl Dixon fix lol. This is my account I've ever created (I used to write on quizilla) so wish me luck and let me know what you think. Also im dslyic and update with only my phone so please forgive any mistakes. I try to catch them but dont always do
IMPORTANT UPDATE! READ! - I'm aware Daryls brothers name is misspelled in the first 3 chapters. I write and update from my phone and my auto correct kept putting the spelling Merel. Starting from chapter 4 and up that should be corrected since I went into the dictionary settings of my phone and replaced merel with the correct spelling of Merle. Please do not review about this. I am aware and it has been corrected in later chapters. This is not a story about Merle so its not of importance that his name is misspelled in the first 3 chapters. Thanks.
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The young half native American girl was hunched in a tree, her bow and arrow ready for the unexpecting deer to come into shooting range. The 25 year old hadn't eaton in 3 days and deer meat was just what she needed
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The hunter had been tracking the deer for 3 miles. His crossbow loaded and ready to shoot once he got close enough. He had finaly cought up to the doe as she approached into a clearing. He raised his crossbow to aim, and right as he was about to pull the trigger when he saw an arrow go threw the female deer's neck, making her drop to the ground. Daryl looked down at his crossbow confused, his bolt was still loaded on the crossbow. Someone had shot his deer
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Harli saw the deer go down and smiled to herself as jumped out of the tree to claim her kill.
"Son of a bitch!" She heard a southern accent yell, and she knew admittedly she wasn't alone in the Georgia woods.
She got about 3 feet from the deer when she saw a ruff looking redneck man pop out of the brush.
"That was ma deer." He yelled swept his brownish hair out of his eyes, that glared an icey blue stair at her. His jaw was tightened making it look that much stonger. His face was dirty and sweaty making his goatee look even more scruffy then it already was.
"Hate to disapoint you but that's my arrow that took her down, so in fact she's my deer." Harli said matter of factly and bent down over the deer.
Daryl watched her with had bent over the deer and put a hand on the doe's neck and was whispering to it.
"What the hell r' you doin?" He asked his accent thick. She ignored him untill she finshed.
"Saying thank you" she finaly answered after she stood and took the arrow out of the deer placing it back in her quiver after whipping it down with a rag on her belt. Daryl didn't question her. He could tell by her thick, long raven black hair, dark onix orbs, and tan skin that she was native. He knew natives gave thanks to nature for like everything.
"Ya plan on eaton that thin all by ya'slef?" he asked, "its goin to go bad before ya even get half done." He continued, noticing her small size, plus He didn't tack this deer for miles to just give it up.
She gave him a look, wondering what he was getting at. But she knew he was right. "What do you propose? " she asked turing to face him stright.
"I have a camp, back In a quarry not too far from here. Lots of people an protection" he started, "ya can come with me an join ma camp, we can protect ya. If ya bring the deer with ya" Harli had been alone since the world hit shit and everyday it was getting harder. Shelter was hard to come by and food even more difficult. She thought about it for a minute.
Not breaking the hunters icey blue stair. She sighed "all right, you have a deal...um.." she then realized as she held out her hand she didn't know his name.
"Daryl." He said grabbing her small hand and shanking it. "Harli, my names Harli" she replied
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Daryl led the way back to the quarry where his group was. While carrying the deer. Harli could smell smoke from a fire, the familiar smell of wood buring indicated that they were close to the camp. Finaly they broke threw the woods into the clearing of the quarry.
"Look Daryl got a deer" said a female voice. Halri looked to see it came from a young blonde girl standing next to an older blonde girl who looked to be her sister.
"And apparently a girl" said an elderly man with slight surprise in his voice, he was on the top of the RV that the two blondes where standing by.
Suddenly a dark hair man was in her face "Who are you? Where are you from? What's your story?" He started bombarding her with was taken back and slightly stepped behind Daryl, trying to avoid the gazes she's was getting from other members of the camp who's attentions the twos arrival had caught.
"Shane, back the hell off, give er sum air" Daryl said noticing Harli's discomfort. "We stuck a deal, she killed the deer an I agreed to bring er back ear if she gave us the deer"Shane shook his head and stormed off, obviously not happy with Daryl's deal with the girl but they had a deer so he wasn't going to compline, his growling stomach wouldn't allow it.
Suddenly Harli was approached by a dark haird women with a little boy next to her."I'm Lori," she said, "this is my son Carl, and that guy was Shane." She introduced, " sorry about him, we've...we've been through a lot."
Harli noded her head in understanding. She had been threw a lot herself and wasn't going to be quick to judge these people who were letting her into their group.
"I'm Harli." She stated quickly and simply, still feeling uncomfortable at all the eyes that were on her.
Daryl could since her uneasiness and turned to her "well I'm assumin ya know how to skin an gut if ya can shot like ya did." He said looking down her, finally noticing she was a good eight inches shorter then himself. The native looked up at him and noded. "Good, come on then, don't got all day." He said has he picked up the carcass and walked off, Harli followed him with out question. Thankful to get away from being the center of attention.
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She followed Daryl to a two tents set up a bit farther from the group then the rest. There was a line hung up that had blood traces on. Harli could recognise it as a gutting line. There was a bucket and a small fire pit, plus a few logs to sit on. Daryl pulled out a knife and Harli pulled out hers, and together they worked in silence skining and gutting the deer.
After about an hours work Harli become curious about the man she was skining the deer with. She looked up at him and watched him work. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt with the sleaves cut off showing his bare arms. She watched as his muscles rippled when he would put pressure on his knife. He sat kneeling on one knee in dark cargo pants that were ripped and worn. His old looking work boots dirty and tattered.
"If ya spent less time stairin at ma an more time skinin that deer, we would be done a lot faster" Daryl spoke out of no where catching her stairing at him again.
He didn't know if she noticed but he was watching her too. Her skilled hands worked on the deer like art work, she was quick and graceful with her movements, she has experience in this and he could easily tell, and he was to say the least, impressed. Most girls he had met would scream and run at the sight of blood, or compline about how gross it was. But Harli was different and he liked that. He also liked how she didn't chat his ear off. She actually hadn't said a single word since she introduced herself to Lori. Daryl couldn't help but wonder what her story was.
Harli slightly blushed at being caught and looked down at the deer focusing on her work trying to resist the temptation to look up. She could feel his eyes on her and silence had become suddenly uncomfortable for the first time between them.
"So what's yar story?" Daryl asked making her slightly jump at the sudden sound of his voice. She looked up at him, his eyes focused on her waiting for her answer.
"I'm half Cherokee, I never knew my father, and that's ok from what my mom said he wasn't a good man. I grew up on a horse farm, I learned how to live off the land from an early age. My mom always said we should hold on to our roots because its the our roots that hold us."
"Ya mama sounds like a smart gal" Daryl stated. It was true. He wouldn't know where he would be, If he hadn't learnd to live off the land. He countied to listen to Harli.
"We were separated from our tribe, it was just me and mom. We had some camping gear and two horses, enough supplies to last the two of us a while. But a bad storm hit and there was a flash flood. I got swept away by the water and I've been on my own ever since. This happend about a week after they stopped airing on the radio."
Daryl could see the saddness in her eyes and decided not to push it. He focused his eyes back to deer that he had started to gut.
"What about you?" She asked
"Whada bout ma?" He stiffened,
Harli chuckled. she couldn't help but adore his Georgia drawl . "I told you mine, and now its your turn"
"We ain't never made a deal bout that" Daryl said deffenise to let down his wall to anyone. But once he saw the disappointment in the tan girls big doe eyes he quickly caved.
"Didn't have the best up bringin. Ma mama died when I was young, and ma daddy was a drunk, I was raised mostly by ma older brotha Merel, that's his tent,"he pointed to the tent as he spoke. "We took off as soon as them walkers started showin up an went round a bit looten before we ended up here with these people" he finished putting an extra drawl on the word people indicating to Harli he didn't like many of them, if any.
One thing Harli did notice was that Daryl pointed out the second tent was his brothers but she hadn't seen the man around here so she couldn't help but ask,
"Daryl, where's your brother? "Daryl slightly flinched when she said his name for the first time. It sounded like gold coming out of her mouth, usly people said his name with disgust or resentment, but it sounded different coming from her, gental like, and it was nice.
"He's probley out in the woods getting high on somethin" he crused himself as soon as the words left his mouth. He shouldn't be letting this girl he barely knew know about his brothers drugs, but it came out so easily.
He glanced up at her, trying to see her didn't even seem the least bit bothered by the idea. Hell if given the opportunity she would probley not hesitate at smoking a joint of weed, she didn't do hard drugs, but she didnt judge those who did. Everyone had their reasons and it wasn't her place to question them.
Daryl was pleased when she didn't say anything else and they finsihed up the deer and brought it to lori and the to other women in the camp to cook.
As they approached the fire a older looking women with short grey hair looked up at her and smiled,"You must be Harli, I'm Carol and this is my daughter Sophia." She said and the little girl gave a small smile and waved.
"I'm Amy, and this is my sister Andrea." Said the younger blonde girl from earlier "I can let you borrow some clothes if you'd like, tomorrow all us girls are planning to go to the lake and get cleaned up."
Harli smiled, "yea! That would be really nice. Thank you so much."
"Well slam ma door an call ma corn fried" Said a loud southern accent walking into the group that surrounded the fire.
Harli noticed Daryl tense up beside her out of the corner of ther eye."So what them cop told ma was true, ma baby brotha went out huntin an brought back himself dinner an a cute little native piece of ass"
Harli instantly knew this had to be Merel And she could tell he was higher then a kite, and not on anything she would smoke either.
"What er name, Pocahontas? " he asked as he sat uncomfortably close to her, she could smell the stench of meth on his breath and she leaned away from it and closer to Daryl, causing him to tense even more.
"Her name is Harli, and why don't you try to be a gentleman and give the poor girl some space" said the elderly man from earlier, who was on the top of the rv. She had learned through listening to others talk his name was Dale.
"Oh come on now, I'm sure lil Pocahontas here likes er white meat, at least she did there in that movie" he said making the native extremely uncomfortable as he shifted closer to her "Yous gonna share, right lil brotha?"
Daryl finally spoke up, "Don't think she's interested Merel, give er, er space an lets just eat."
Merel seemed unpleased by his brothers response but back offed and went and got a plate before storming off to his tent.
"Thanks" Harli whispered softly to Daryl, he only gave a slight nod in response
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As it got later the group started splitting off and going to bed, Harli had learned a lot more names, there was Ed, Carols husband, Jim, Jaqui, Tee dog, Glen, whome she learned was going on a run into Atlanta tomorrow for supplies, with Tee-Dog, Merel, Andrea and another man, who's name she couldn't remember, and if she needed anything to write it down for him.
She liked Glenn, he seemd like a laid back kid who just enjoyed the now, no matter how bad the now was.
Soon Harli realised she didn't know where she would be sleeping and started to worry. Daryl must of noticed the look on her face change becouse he asked her if everything was alright.
"Um..well, I don't know where to sleep." She responded awkwardly.
Daryl shifted his weight on the make shift log seat as he thought about it."Well, I don't know if ya mind or not, but ya can bunk with ma fa the night, no since in wakin everyone up to find out, when it can wait till the mornin." He said as he started to bite his thumb nail, a small gesture to indicate he was feeling uncomfortable.
"Um. Yea sure. That would be okay, thank you Daryl" he tensed up, there she went and said his name again. This might be a long night.
Daryl and Harli waited for everyone to go to bed first. Daryl didn't want people to ask questions when they saw Harli go to his tent with him this late at night. And Harli didn't mind either. It was something she would like to avoide as well.
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As they made their way back to the Dixon's camp site, Harli could hear Merel from inside his tent, snoring like he was a dreaming he was a chainsaw, it made Harli giggle slightly. Daryl had heard the giggle and couldn't help but think it was cute.
He entered his tent with the 25 year old at his heels. He started rummaging threw some clothing and handed her a long sleeve flannel and some boxer briefs,
"Here ya can borrow these to sleep in, let ma know when ya finished changin" Daryl said quickly and stepped out of the tent to give her was a small gesture, but a kind one and it made her smile. She put on his clothes after she stripped out of hers, folding them and putting them in the corner and let him know she was done.
Daryl set up a make shift bed out of sleeping bags and comforters, he gave her two pillows and a blanket and pointed at the cot.
"Ya take it, ya been sleepin In the woods an could use it more then ma right now." Harli smiled again at the second kind gester in 10 minutes. she laid on the cot as Daryl laid on his make shift bed and turned out the electric lantern. Soon she fell into a deep sleep and she was pretty sure she had a smile on her face when she did.