CHEROKEE ROSE
A DARYL DIXON FAN FICTION
Chapter Two: Changes
The group stopped and the two bikes behind them halted as well, everyone got out and regrouped. The men walked toward the woman who had just set her
bike in a position of her liking and turned to face the group who was walking toward her Rick in the lead. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself "Rick,
Rick Grimes" He stated calmly, the woman removed the bandana from her face and slipping it on the handle of her bike she turned back toward him and
smiled her full red lips and small nose revealed. She gripped his hand in reply to his introduction and offered one herself, "The names Cherokee" she drawled
slowly, softly. Daryl's head snapped up and looked at her and realized why she was familiar, "Cherokee?" He mumbled mainly to himself, but this caught the
group's attention. He studied her more closely and noticed the familiarity there in the green of one of her eyes, in the fullness of her lips and the softness of
her voice it gave him chills. Rick shifted his gaze off of Daryl's strange behavior and smiled at the young woman, "Well I'll have to thank you for saving our
asses back there, that was some shooting" Rick joked. She heard Daryl scoff as he regained his thoughts and shook his head at her, "its cause I fucki'n
taught er" He snapped, she laughed without missing a beat "You wish Dixon" she taunted through pursed lips. He narrowed his eyes and she looked back at
Rick who seemed confused about their exchange. "Well, you're welcome to settle in with us for the winter, since we do owe you one" Rick finished with a nod
then walked off with a few members of the group to the large farmhouse. Cherokee turned and took her leather jacket off and slid it over the seat of the
bike, underneath the leather jacket she was wearing a red tank top with lace for the straps, it lined the neckline that dipped down in a shallow but neat V
exposing the line of her firm cleavage, The shirt ended just before her hips exposing the pale skin of her hips and the dimples that sat on her back just before
her tight leather pants took over and continued down her long firm legs and was swallowed up but tan thigh high boots with thin heels that she walked
flawlessly in despite the height. She grabbed a bottle of water from the brown leather saddle bag that matched her boots and hung from her bike. She
pressed it to her lips and then let it run down her collar bone to cool herself down. She slid it back in and then removed an ammo box and began to reload
her pistols. From the front he examined the smooth lines of her abs that made a V as it connected and continued into her low hip-hugging leather pants. She
finished loading her pistols and slid them back into her holsters and then looked up at Daryl. "You just gonna stare at me all day Dixon?" She laughed at
catching him with his mouth open and speechless. "Where's that brother of your anyway" She questioned as she carefully stepped towards him. The mention
of Merle snapped him out of his reverie, "None yer damn business" He snapped at her. She simply sighed mocking him "As Venomous as ever hmm Daryl?" She
questioned "Guess I shouldn't have expected anything else after all, you are your father's son" Cherokee finished in a whisper as she finished making her way
to him her lips stopping just below his ear. The insult stung coming from her, He looked down at her anger flashing in his eyes. "What would you know, Stupid
bitch" Daryl snapped he turned and stormed away crossbow on his back he went straight for the woods.
Cherokee sat in a small chair by the fire sharpening her knife when he finally returned from the woods, it was getting late and the sun was dipping below the
horizon. The others in the group warily eyed her but none came to talk to her. She heard him before she saw him, knew the sound of his steady hunters
footfall. "You keep sharpening it like that your gunna bend the blade" He said matter of factly walking until he sat himself across from her. She sneered at him
"I like to sharpen my knives like this, unless you want to do it I suggest you shut up" she replied as calmly as if she had told him about the weather. He
started, but then thought better of it grabbing the three rabbits and about a dozen squirrels he had caught while out hunting and plopped them down next
to the stump they used for a table. "What" she questioned still focusing intently on her blade, "What happened to you" he asked his tone softer than usual.
"Whatever do you mean?" Cherokee asked feigning innocence and looking up at him through her long dark lashes, "You never used to be a bitch" he growled
then huffed "maybe you were and you was just pretending, hmm you were good at that" her eyes glowed with anger "maybe I just got sick of being thrown
away by assholes." She snapped standing up and sheathing her knife. He rose too meeting her eyes "Ain't how I remember it" he continued, "Well then I
guess you remember fucking wrong" she said her voice low and menacing as she stepped forward, her chest almost meeting his. "Dinner!" A small blonde
woman called loudly from the porch of the farmhouse. Daryl and Cherokee only continued to stare at each other. Cherokee went to turn around, but Daryl
caught her wrist and held her in place. He leaned down and for a moment she sucked in her breath thinking his lips were about to meet hers until he stopped
just a hair away from her face. "What about yours eyes Cher?" He whispered barely audible, "How do you explain that?" Cherokee blinked twice, shocked.
She pulled her arm until he let go of her wrist, "I have no idea what you're talking about Daryl'" she answered quickly then she turned and walked briskly
toward the house and away from a stunned Daryl Dixon.
