Chapter 2

The Mythical Daryl Dixon

"Hey Carl, y'know that hillbilly guy that is always carrying that black crossbow?" Sophia said, breaking the silence that hovered around them.

They were once again sitting on their log just outside of camp, not far enough out for Dale not to see them, but then again just at a distance where they could talk without anyone questioning it. The camp was busy as usual with Lori, Amy, Andrea, Jacqui, and Carol hanging up clothes on their makeshift line between two trees.

Carl glanced at her, "You mean…uh…Dixon? I think his name is D something…uh…"

Sophia turned towards him, shifting her teddy to the other hand.

"Daryl! That's it right?"

Carl nodded, "I think so."

Sophia put her head on her hand and looked out over the foliage.

"Speaking of Dixon," Carl said, nudging Sophia and pointing.

Out of the foliage on the other side of camp strode Daryl Dixon. In his hand was the familiar black crossbow and a satchel of some sort on his shoulder. Attached to that satchel was about a dozen or more squirrels, just hanging there in a big bundle. He ignored the camp members and came over to a rock on their side of the forest, about thirty yards ahead of them.

"Do you ever wonder about him?" Sophia asked.

Carl look at her with his brown hair in his face, "What about him?"

"Well I mean he's always avoiding people and seems to be in a bad mood…and carries around those squirrel," Sophia said, wrinkling up her nose.

Carl smirked, "I'd be in a bad mood if I had Merle for a brother too."

Sophia giggled, "That's not what I meant."

Silence fell over the pair as they watched Daryl begin to clean the first squirrel.

Daryl couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him so he looked around, seeing nothing but the normal people in the camp…and two of the kids staring at him from on a log. It was Lori Grime's kid Carl and Carol's kid Sophia, what the hell were they looking at him and laughing for? There was nothing funny about Daryl Dixon.

He shook his head and cursed under his breath before getting back to work at dealing with these squirrels. There was work to be done. Sophia and Carl started laughing harder as the redneck met their eyes, boy did he look irritated.

"I think he just needs some love," Sophia said.

"Daryl Dixon? Getting close to someone? That'll happen," Carl laughed.

Sophia hit him on the shoulder, "C'mon it could happen. He needs someone to soften him up. Poor guy's like an ice cube."

Carl smirked, "That's a bet I think you're going to lose Sophia."

Sophia grabbed his hand and shook it, "You just wait and see, some pretty girl's going to come into camp and crack his shell."

Carl shook her hand back, "It's a bet."

Carl picked up a stick and broke it, tossing the pieces aside as Sophia looked off into the woods.

"Carl."

"Yeah?"

"Where do you think he disappears to all the time?" Sophia asked.

"Daryl? He's probably hunting. Maybe that's where those squirrels come from," Carl suggested.

"He disappears for days at a time. One time he's here and the other he isn't," Sophia said.

"What if he isn't even real?" Carl joked.

"He'd be like a unicorn or the abominable snowman, a myth," Sophia played along. "Or a ghost! I dare you to go poke him and see if your hand goes right through him."

Sophia and Carl erupted in a fit of giggles again, causing the redneck to scowl even more.

"What the hell is so damn funny," Daryl cursed under his breath, skinning his fourth squirrel.

"So until we prove if he's real or not…how do we label him? There has to be something special!" Sophia murmured.

Carl thought for a second, once again throwing them in silence before he got an idea!

"Let's call him The Mythical Daryl Dixon," Carl suggested.

"That'll work! We could make a game out of it."

"How?"

"I don't know…see who can get the closest without being noticed?"

Carl laughed, "No, that's called playing Walker Sophia."

Sophia giggled, "You're right, he could shoot us…How about just getting him to talk? The first one to have conversation."

"Yeah! And after that we can make other checkpoints such as the first one to poke him to see if he explodes or something."

"Just don't let our parents know. This is a secret Carl! The others could be onto our plan. For some reason they could be onto Daryl too. We don't want Daryl to get a heads up and escape if he really isn't real! We have to trap him if he is a mythical creature and show him to the world" Sophia said.

Carl nodded, "Right, right. Well let the game of The Mythical Daryl Dixon begin!"

A/N: Hehe :3 I hoped you liked, please review so I know if I should keep going or not! Thank you!