The Hunter & The Farmers Daughter.
He didn't put the pieces together when they went to the Greenes farm. It was only when he saw them that it clicked but one person was missing, the person he craved to see. Where was she? Would he ever find her again? DarylD/OC.
In this FF Daryl already knew Hershal, Maggie and Beth. You will understand more as the stories progresses. I think I made Daryl younger in my story than he is in the show but I don't give a specific age so I don't suppose it matters much.
Italics are flashbacks or memories.
Chapter One:
Trespassers Beware.
Strangely he couldn't be sure where he was. He hadn't been this far out off the woods. He had been walking miles trying to get as far away from his abusive father until he reached a large open field. He hadn't seen it before and couldn't be certain off his exact location.
He wasn't lost though, Daryl Dixon didn't get lost. He was a hunter, a survivalist, he didn't get lost, he was simply off course.
"You know your trespassing, right?" A feminine voice came from behind him.
Slightly startled he turned around slowly. Stood before him was blonde haired, blued eyed teenage girl. She was wearing a light blue dress with flowers and Wellington boots which he found odd. From her feet to her thighs she was covered in thick sludge making him curious as to what she had been up too.
He simply shrugged.
"If my Daddy sees you he will shoot you." She warned.
"Whatever little girl." He huffed as he walked past her.
"I ain't no little girl. We're probably the same age." She said from behind him. He knew she was following him.
He rolled his eyes and didn't reply.
"Are you lost? I can tell you the way back to the main road." She said.
"I ain't lost. I know exactly where I am." He spat.
"Yeah, yeah, that's why your are heading straight towards a barbed fence where beyond that is a river that even you won't be able to get over without being pulled down stream by the current." She said crossing her arms as he turned to glare at her.
"Maybe that's exactly where I want to go!" He hissed not wanting her to get the better off him.
"Don't get your panties in a twist. It isn't attractive. If you wanna go drown in the river be my guest. I ain't saving your ass." She snapped back before turning on her heel and walking back the direction she came.
"Women." He muttered before he too turned back and began walking the way they came.
He soon caught up with her and found her walking towards a barn.
He want sure why but he followed her inside. There was nothing in side just her sat on a pile off hay at the back.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"Nothing." He huffed.
"Get the fuck out then." She snapped.
"You ain't no sailor." He said as he approached her.
She shrugged. "Do you want to know your way home yet or not?" She asked.
He shrugged. "Maybe i don't want to go home? Maybe I'm happy roaming the woods." He said sitting down a few feet away from her.
"Then why don't you do that? Why are you sat here talking to a little girl?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged. "Because I can."
She snorted unladylike. "Ya got a name scruff?" She asked.
"Daryl, Daryl Dixon." He replied. "What's yours?" He asked curiously.
"Tinkabelle." She joked with a smirked.
He couldn't help but smirk slightly. "What's your real name Tinkabelle?" He asked.
"Nellie."
He let out a laugh but tried to cover it with a cough but failed. "I prefer Tinkabelle."
She smirked. "Me too."
"So what you doing this far out? The next farm house Is about three miles away, the village is even further. You must have been walking all day." She said.
He shrugged. "Don't like being cooped up."
She nodded not bothering to question why.
"Well if you walk south a few miles through the woods you will eventually see the next farm house, after that I'm sure it will be a breeze to get back to whatever rock your crawled from." She smirked.
"Bitch." He muttered.
"I know." She grinned not fazed by the name calling.
They sat in silence for a little longer before Daryl's curiously got the better off him. "Why are you covered in mud?" He asked.
She smirked. "Got stuck in the creek. My dad's going to kill me. I'm either going to have to wait for it to dry and pick it off or wash it with the hose before he sees me." She laughed.
"Why would he kill you for getting muddy? You live on a farm."
"It's not the mud that will bother him. It's where I've gone that will."
"Why would it bother him?" He asked.
She looked up at him for a moment before her face fell to the floor. "It just would." She answers evasively.
He nodded sensing she didn't want to tell him.
"I will leave you too it then." He said as he stood from the floor.
"Sure thing Scruff." She smiled.
He rolled his eyes and walked to the door. He stopped when she spoke again. "Maybe you could not get lost again and come see me." She suggested shyly.
He inwardly grinned but kept a straight face. "Maybe." He replied before leaving her to grin at the now closed door he had left from.
Daryl felt slightly annoyed when he followed her directions and found out she was right but he tried not to let it bother him.
A few weeks had past since he first saw Nellie at the farm and after an argument with his drunk father Daryl left the house. He hadn't realised he was heading in the direction off Nellies farm until he was less than a mile away.
When he got to the outskirts off the farm he took a good look around wondering if Nellie would be anywhere in sight.
He didn't see her so he walked over to the barn he had followed her to when he first met her. He knew she could easily already be at home, out with friends or something like that but she had told him to come and see her sometime.
He was oddly, pleasantly surprised when he saw her sat on the same hay bale as before. He legs out in front off her with her ankles crossed. She was wearing a similar dress as before but it was light pink in colour. Once again she wore Wellington boots but this time she wasn't covered in mud.
"Look what the cat dragged in." She muttered as she heard him enter the barn.
He grunted. "Whatever Tinkabelle." He muttered as he sat on the same place as before.
"So what you doing here scruff?" She asked.
"Nothing."
She nodded.
He was about to talk when the barn opened again revealing another blonde haired girl. She was younger a lot younger.
"Nellie, who's that?" She asked shyly.
"A friend I guess. His names Daryl."
"Who's the Kid?" Daryl asked.
"Her names Beth. She's my baby cousin." Nellie replied. She turned back to Beth. "Where's your daddy?" She asked.
"With Uncle Chris." She replied sitting beside her and shyly looking over at Daryl.
"Where's Maggie?" Nellie asked.
Beth shrugged. "With mummy I think."
Nellie nodded and Daryl watched the scene with a hidden smile.
"I will leave you too it." He said. "Don't wanna be shot." He chuckled.
Nellie grinned. "I guess not. See you around Scruff."
"You too Tinkabelle." He grinned before exiting the barn.
Daryl was jolted from his daydream when Merle informed him he was going into the city with some off the group.
"Stop day dreaming you pussy." Merle snapped. "Go out hunting. Get us some real food. Am sick off eating beans."
"Whatever." Daryl grunted before picking up his crossbow.
"Try not to get your ass bitten by one off those diseased bastards." Merle shouted back at him chuckling as he did.
Daryl just shook his head and walked into the woods.
Ever since the outbreak began all he could think about was her, daydreaming about her, dreaming, flashbacks. It was all her. Almost his every thought revolved around her.
Was she safe?
Did she die?
Was she a walker now?
He hated thinking about those questions but they were always running through his mind. He hoped she was safe with her Uncle Hershel and the girls, he hoped she didn't have to deal with loosing anymore family members.
He wondered if they would ever be reunited, if he would see her again. Sometimes he wanted closure so had that he would be okay seeing her as a walker just so he knew what had happened but he had no clue and that was the hardest part.
Not knowing...
He walked through the forest tracking a deer trying to refocus his thoughts but it just brought back the memories off teaching her to track, how to make animal traps, making fires from next to nothing. She was always a great student and learnt quickly which led to them spending most off their time in the woods together, or her not so secret hide out in the barn.
"Rabbit prints?" She asked looking down at the paw prints on the dirt.
He smirked and nodded. "Got a good eye Tinkabelle." He complimented.
"Oh I know." She grinned.
He saw her eye him up and down before walking off to follow the prints.
He shook his head and followed behind her.
After her father died she moved away unexpectedly with her uncle and cousins. It was so unexpected that she never got the chance to say goodbye or even tell him where she was going and that's when it happened.
The world turned to complete and utter shit and he had no idea what had happened to her.
All he wanted to do was search for her but he knew it would be the wrong move to go out looking on his own and Merle was no help. Instead off wanting to help all he did was tease and make fun off him for how close he was with Nellie.
Merle had never particularly like Nellie. He believed women were only good for one night stands and couldn't understand why Daryl was still friends with her after so many years.
"You bedded her yet?" Merle asked when he met up with Daryl. Daryl had casually brought up Nellie which instantly led to Merle questioning him.
"No." Daryl's replied.
"What the fuck you waiting for? Ain't she giving it up?" He asked.
"It's none if your damn business. Even if we had done anything I wouldn't tell you." He snapped before walking away leaving his brother chuckling.
By the time he finally put the deer down it was mid afternoon. When he got to the place the deer dropped he found a few people from the group already there battering a walker that had taken chunks out off the deer.
"It needs to be the brain!" He snapped as he took the walkers head off.
He was pissed to say the least and took his anger out on the headless walker.
His anger only flared when he found out the new comer, Rick had handcuffed his brother to the roof off some store in the city.
All his anger from not knowing where Nellie was, to the stupid deer, to his dumb ass brother built up until he snapped and caused an argument just for the sake off it.
When Shane and Rick and a few others calmed him down he went off to his tent.
He wanted to be left alone, he liked it that way. He didn't want to show anyone that he was really upset and not just angry.
He grabbed his rucksack and rummaged thorough it until he found what he wanted. It was a photograph. Just the one.
He could remember the day it was taken. Nellie had spent ages trying to convince him until he eventually have in. He found he always have into things when it came to her.
"Come on scruff! Just the one picture please. We don't have any together." She said giving him the look that always made him give in.
In the picture he stood next to Nellie with his arm around her shoulder attempting to smile.
He inwardly chuckled at the memory. In the background off the picture he could see Hershel attempting to duck out of view and failing and Beth's head was in the bottom right corner pulling a funny face and Maggie who had taken the picture had accident put her finger over the lens. To some the picture probably looked awfully but he knew how much Nellie loved it and that's all that matter.
"Perfectly imperfect." She said as she looked at the picture with a wide smile.
Nellie had tried hard to get a serious photo but she didn't mind. She laughed hard when she saw the outcome and so did the others.
He longed to hear that laugh once again not matter how cheesy he felt thinking like that.
She had changed him but in a good way unfortunately now he was back to being the Daryl Dixon no one liked.
He hated that, she would be disappointed to know he had been getting in fights.
He didn't want her to be disappointed in him if they reunited but he knew they chances were slim.
He hated that.
Bit different, let me know what you think. Btw, I have nothing against the name Nellie.
So Nellie is Beth and Maggies cousin and Hershel is her uncle. More will be revealed with them later on.
Each chapter will start probably have a flash back until he meets Nellie again so if you don't like then just don't read my story.
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