Woo! Second chapter. Oh and just saying Breanna is kinda like Cat from Victorious. No I don't like the show, but I think it's absolutely adorable with how she acts. But Breanna is a little more mature...so YEAH! Please Review!(:

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Daryl Dixon was sweating his ass off. He dropped the squirrel near Shane and Lori. All's they had to do was cook them, he already gut them. Such pussies, he thought bitterly. They couldn't do shit. Other than have loud sex in the woods he saw more than once. He shuddered at the memory.

They were getting low on supplies. A lot in the group knew that. And now they would have to do a run to the town. But he'd be damned if he went. He already risked his life on a daily basis hunting to get food.

Daryl walked over to his pick-up truck and opened the passengers door. He bent down and picked up one of the many packs of cigarettes that were there and took one pack out. He shut the door and seen a bouncy red head coming over to him.

He didn't know her. Barely been around people in camp. But she was cute. Her red hair was in a ponytail but her bangs were hanging on her forehead, her eyes were green and were staring at him, her lips were red and full. She was tiny, but she did have curves in all the right places. He looked down scowling. Shouldn't be thinking like that, he told himself taking out a cigarette. He lit it and took a very much needed breath in.

The little red head made walked in front of him and said brightly, "I'm Breanna, and you are?" She asked him.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and said, "Daryl."

She smiled, and damn him if that didn't light up her whole face, and said, "That's a nice name. So what do you do around here?"

"I hunt." He didn't like talking. Wasn't good at it. And he didn't like or know anybody here. Except for Merle. Didn't care to get to know any of them either, one day they would all be stupid enough to get killed anyway.

She nodded. "Well, I don't do anything around here. And I like feeling like I can help people. So could you teach me how to hunt?"

He shook his head. Taking another pull from his cigarette, this girl wouldn't be able to hunt he could tell anybody that just by looking at her.

She frowned and looked upset by the fact he wouldn't teach her. "But I'm a good listener. I won't be loud and I'll even let you concentrate."

"Yeah, 'cause I talk a lot." He told her sarcastically. "You wanna be helpful go wash some clothes."

She gasped and tears came to her eyes. Shit! He didn't think she was that sensitive. He grunted and said, "Fine but be up at first light. If you ain't up. I'm leaving without you."

She brightened up immediately and said, "Okay! I will be up, I promise. And you won't regret it."

Daryl sighed and waved his hand at her. "Yeah, yeah, no go back to camp." He told her stomping out his cigarette.

She turned around took a step before turning back around. "Aren't you coming? I'm sure the food is almost done."

He shook his head. "I'll get my plate when it's done. 'Till then I'm sitting in my car."

She looked confused by this but when she saw he mad no movement to come with her, her shoulders dropped and she walked towards the camp. A hand came down on his shoulder as soon as she left.

"Well, well, well, my little brother is hittin' that pretty soon?" Merle said to Daryl as he was about to get into the truck.

"No, Merle." He told him firmly. He didn't like when his brother would get into his business. He would start to put pieces together and get Daryl and someone else hurt. Although he meant well, Merle was a total screw up.

He chuckled letting him get into the truck and Merle going around into the driver seat. "C'mon Darylina, how long has it been since you had some ass?"

Daryl shrugged. "Couple months ago." He told him nonchalantly.

Merle chuckled and said, "Get ready baby brother because she is going to have you between her legs in no time."

Daryl just shook his head knowing his brother was high. It was no use arguing with him about this when he wouldn't remember this tomorrow, much less in an hour.