The new season of Walking Dead is airing on Sunday and since I'm too impatient to wait I decided to write a fanfic. I've never actually written for Walking Dead before…so hope you like it.
Slowly Daryl carful examined his surroundings, a simple run down town with woods surrounding all but the northern side. Aiming his crossbow he cheeked around before opening one of the houses door. After checking for any sing of walkers he lowered his weapon. He walks directly toward the kitchen in hope of finding some supplies to take back to the prison (this all takes place before the governor destroys the prison.). He began to open the cabinets and pantry. "Ha, jackpot!" He began to collect various items from the pantry and stuffed each in his backpack.
"Woof" Daryl turned with his crossbow ready. It was just a dog, a grayish/silver dog standing in the doorway. The animal was growling softly and had its head lowered. Slowly he grabbed another can and stuffed it into his bag. The growling got louder as the dog didn't look happy. Daryl got ready to shoot the potently dangerous dog.
"N-No don't shoot him!" A flash of pink and white ran to the dog; hugging him. "Please, he won't hurt you. He's just mad cause you're taking food from us." Daryl lowered his weapon and looked at the girl. She was young, about 9 or 10 with pale skin that was covered in dirt. Shinning blue eyes and tangled waist length hair that curled and pointed slightly at the bottom. She was wearing a white skirt ending below her knees, a pale pink sweater and white boots with pink bows. She looked up to him with pleading eyes.
"Who else is here with you?"
"My mom and dad left and never came back for me" She looked down sadly. Daryl picked his bag up and stood up. "Are you leaving already?" She let go of the dog and grabbed his hand.
"Get of" Daryl tried to, as gently as he could, push her away. Finally with a rough push the child went stumbling back and hit her head against the counter top. He looked at the tears swelling in her crystal blue orbs. "Little girl, what's your name?"
"Ashley Ryuu." She sniffed and whipped the tears away.
"You looking for some where to go?"
"Just want someone to take care of me and tuck me in at night, hold me when I cry; a family…my family." Ashley pulled at the bottom of her sweater sleeves. Daryl sighed, maybe he could take her back to the prison and-no, how am going to get her back safely? She's survived this long without anyone.
"Whatever." Daryl turned and left toward the door. 'Don't look back' he told himself over and over. He herd Ashley stiffen her whimpers and cries. Daryl left the house with the supplies he gathered. After making it outside her lifted his crossbow and shot the walker that was coming for him. He retrieved his arrow and walked over to his motorcycle. Starting it he looked back to the white house and saw Ashley peering out the window. He looked back down and began his ride to the prison.
Later on that night after unloading the supplies and having a little something for dinner Daryl settled down in his cell. He gazed up at the ceiling; deep in thought. He closed his eyes and the image of Ashley popped into his mind, "What was I thinking? I just left her there!" Daryl rolled over to his side and faced the wall. Tomorrow he was going to get Ashley and bring her here. "Maybe that stupid dog to…" he mumbled while drifting to sleep.