A/N: Hi people! how are you doing! I am so excited I got another follower! Whoo! Thank you Little Coroner! You have no idea how excited I get to see that someone has started to follow me.
So I'm a little surprised at how quickly this chapter got typed up, considering that my toddler has been giving me hell these past few weeks with her getting her molars and learning how to climb out her bed!
Just a little info, This chapter is not too exciting, there really isn't any action. So sorry if you find it slow.
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Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or it's characters. Just my own ideas and OC, Anastasia.
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Daryl had a slightly apprehensive look on his face, he wasn't sure how he felt about staying with someone who he knew nothing about. Although he didn't want to venture out into the horde, especially at night, either.
She leaned back in her chair and watched him think about what he was going to do, Stasia then spoke up, "I'm not going to kill you in your sleep if that was what you were wondering."
He looked back at her and smirked a little bit, "What makes you think that I wont kill you?"
She let out a little chuckle at his words, "You wouldn't get the chance." She reached under the table and grabbed the extra blanket that she had under there, for when it was winter, and threw it over to him. She then walked over to her pallet she had set up and lifted her blankets to reveal that there were 4 little handmade stuffed mattresses that were about an inch thick. She pulled two out and moved them to where Daryl could sleep, about 2 feet away. She replaced her own blankets and then she sat down onto her own bedding and watched him as he laid out the blanket over the bed she had produced for him.
She crossed her legs and sat Indian style, "I'm thinking we will leave at first light to get you back to your group. May-"
"We?" He interrupted.
"Yes, we.." She motioned to her and him with her hand, "Unless you want to run into the morning walkers," She pulled her hair over her right shoulder, "I do know this town like the back of my hand, and where the walkers like to hang out at different times in the day."
He raised an eyebrow at this, "I'm sure I can handle a few walkers."
"That's fine and dandy and all that that," She pinched the bridge of her nose, "But the walkers around here hang out in large groups," She pointed at his crossbow, which was leaning against the wall not even 10 inches from where he sat on his bedding, "And I highly doubt, 10 arrows will be enough to get you out of town," She shrugged her shoulders as she leaned back against the wall, "But okay go out on your own, doesn't matter to me." She then raised her arms over her head letting out a nice relaxing stretch and let out a long yawn.
Daryl watched her do this and considered her words carefully. It was true she knew way more about the town, and didn't doubt that she knew her way around, "Alright then, fine."
She had stopped stretching at his words and let her arms fall down to her sides and looked over at him, she nodded. She looked out the window at the now dark blue sky with dark orange blended in, The sun was about to be completely down. She stood and went grab her lantern off her table and walked over to where the now empty skillet was, "I'll clean this when I get back," She said to herself as she put the lantern where the skillet was and put the skillet where the lantern was on the table. Her attention went to the window and she walked and looked out, the horde was finally at its end. That was the biggest horde she had seen ever now that she thought about it.
"Where the heck did that horde come from?" She mumbled to herself.
"Look, Anastasia, you got to stop talking to yourself like that," Daryl said drawing her attention over to him, "You keep making me think you're talking to me."
She turned and sat on the ledge of the window, "Well, I'm sorry." She laughed slightly at the thought that he probably thought she was slightly crazy with all the talking to herself, but if you were alone for months and months, you'd start talking to yourself too. She noticed the darkness now filling the room and looked over her shoulder and the now fully set sun. The last bit of that day light now was leaving. She looked back over at where Daryl sat, the darkness now hugging his face. She stared for a couple of seconds as he stared back at her. Her thoughts filling her head about him and the turn of events that lead him there. She chewed on the inside of her bottom lip, "What were you doing when we crossed paths?" She asked him wondering why he ventured that far from his group.
"Nothing really, I was just looking around for walkers," He kept his blue eyes trained on her wondering why the question had just now came up.
"Why scout that far away?" She noticed the sudden lack of light in the little tree house and now how hard it was to see him. He was just a shadow against the wall. She took two steps out and then reached for the lantern, groping around a little bit till her hand landed on top of it and she cut the artificial light on, shocked by the sudden amount of light, "You were more than ¾ of a mile away from the pharmacy."
He looked at her after his eyes had finally adjusted in the dark. His eyes studying her, "We have two kids with us."
She thought about this for a while. If they had children in their group they probably weren't bad people. The bad people usually didn't keep children in their group, due to them being more of a burden to carry around with them.
"Would one of them happen to be a girl?" She asked as she stood up and walked over to the shelf where her weapons were.
He raised an eyebrow with a very confused look on his face and with a slight bit of accusation in his voice he simply said, "Yeah."
She reached above her and grabbed a doll that had been for Cassie, Her friend's daughter that she had kept alive as long as she could. She stared down at the doll for a good while remembering the little girl. She felt a twinge of sorrow filling her stomach and her eyes starting to burn with the threat of tears. She quickly shook that off and showed it to Daryl, "You think she would like this? It was for my friend's daughter."
He had noticed her pain and his look had softened back to the way it was before, "Yeah, you can give it to her."
She raised an eyebrow at him, "I thought you didn't even like the idea of me getting you to the town's outskirts, now you're wanting me to go with you back to your camp?"
He didn't know what to say to this, " Yeah.."
"Well okay," She walked over to where she had a big book bag leaning against a wall and put the doll inside, "Might be nice to see other people and talk."
She looked outside and saw the stars twinkling in the now completely black sky. She could only say one thing good about the whole 'Zombie Outbreak', and that was that, now at night you could actually see the stars. No city lights to drown out the night sky with their artificial lights. Another thing would be it was now quiet. No people chattering away on their cell phones, no cars honking their horns in impatience while being stuck in traffic.
She looked back at Daryl who was watching her intently. She had that strange feeling again, like when he had gotten close to her at the window. She summed it up to it just being the lack of human interaction once again. She went over to the lantern and picked it up and placed it back on the table and cut the light off, "We should go to bed." She made her way over to her bedding and sat on it. She chewed on the inside of her bottom lip again and then heard him lay down; she laid down as well and then wrapped herself in the light blanket. She closed her eyes and listened to him, making sure that she was right in assuming that they weren't bad people. She didn't hear him move from his bed. She let out a slight yawn and turned over to face the wall and then drifted off to sleep.
She woke up the next morning, probably a hour or two before sunrise, after a long dreamless night. Just like every other day. She sat up slowly as she started to do her normal morning routine, but then quickly remembered that she wasn't alone. She looked over to where Daryl's bed was set up and rubbed her eyes a little bit trying to get them adjusted to the lack of light. She could just make out the shape of him. She quietly stood and slowly made her way over to the table where the lantern was and turned the light on its lowest setting, barely letting out any light just enough for her to see where she had her things. She started to make her way over to her clothes but quickly stopped, tensing up, and looked over at Daryl as she heard him make a slight grunting noise. She relaxed when she decided he was still asleep. She finished making her way over to her little pile of clothes and grabbed a clean shirt and pants along with panties. She quickly changed out her bottom attire, with the new clean ones. She tossed the old panties and jeans over to her bed and just as quickly as the old ones came off she had the new ones one along with her clean dark blue and slightly torn ones. She pulled off her blood stained shirt to pull on a not as badly stained white tank top over her head. She heard Daryl starting to sit up as she pulled the shirt over her belly button. She looked over at him, he was staring intently at her, once again.
She gave a sarcastic smile, "Well morning sunshine," she kicked her shirt over to the rest of her dirty clothes, "Didn't anyone tell you not to stare?" She went back to the lantern and then turned the light to full brightness, temporarily blinding herself and Daryl. She went over to her back pack took it with her to her pile of clothes shoved a clean shirt in there. She then made her way to the shelf and grabbed a few boxes of ammunition, she grabbed a machete and stuck under to the little straps she sewed on herself for that purpose. She then grabbed a few bottles of antibiotics and a few rolls of bandages. She then made her way to the table and shoved a baggy of squirrel jerky she had made a while back. Daryl just watched her as she scurried about getting stuff packed up.
"I've decided, I'd give your group some of my medical supplies," She looked over at him, now explaining the pills and bandages, "You know, for the kids." She shrugged her shoulders and then stuck the doll on top and zipped the back pack closed.
"Thanks," He nodded at her and then watched her begin to strap up the arsenal of weapons to herself. She had her two thigh holsters on, her buck knives in their place and then she began to tie up her boots.
She then stood up as the sun finally started to peak over the horizon, "Ready to go?" She asked as she put the book sack to her back.
"Does that mean I have to go over that rickety rope bridge again?" Daryl asked as he stood and took a hold of his cross bow.
"No that means we get to go down a rickety rope ladder." She said as she kicked down a rope ladder he hadn't noticed before by the branch they came in on.
"Lovely." He said sarcastically as he watched her make her way down.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Next chapter will have more action. Let me know if there is anything you want to see. Also if there is anything i am doing wrong with Daryls character.
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