Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead, nor the storylines. And of course, I don't make any money out of this (although I really wish I did). I will be following very closely the storylines from the first 4 seasons (with some modifications, of course).

I do, however, own Becca, Ben and Mike.

Caity: Thank you for your review! I hope you like this chapter too!

Chapter three

Daryl sat in front of his tent, waiting for Becca to show up at camp. He had been told that she went to get blueberries that she and Glenn had found the day before. T-Dog, Andrea, Morales, Jacqui and Merle had all gone to Atlanta with Glenn, all of them having lists of stuff to bring back from different people. Well of course, Merle wasn't there to bring back stuff for other people. He was there to get some drugs.

Daryl looked on as he saw Becca coming out of the woods, carrying Ben on her back and a bucket which he presumed had the berries. She nodded to him, putting Ben on the ground and giving him the bucket. They both watched on as Ben ran towards his mother to give her the berries.

Daryl sighed and walked towards Becca, cocking his head towards the woods. She nodded, looked up at the RV, and when she noticed her father was not looking, she followed Daryl in the woods.

"What, ya need to hide the fact that you're going huntin' from your dad?"

"No. I need to hide the fact that I'm going in the woods, where he can't see us, with you" she replied. He had to admit, that comment stung.

"Why?"

"Not because it's you… it's because…. Nevermind…" she started, blushing and looking at the ground.

"Whatever…" He said as he walked away. Becca followed close behind. He was surprised that she could easily follow him. He stopped after a few minutes.

"What d'you see? What d'you hear?" he asked.

"Forest, trees, birds chirping… why?"

He groaned. Why did he think this would be easy? "Look… Ya need to learn how to track, so that when we see somethin', ya can learn how to shoot. Knife power… we'll get to that later."

She nodded in understanding before starting again. "I see a clearing over there" she said as she pointed her finger to his right "and looking at the leaves from here… it's most likely because of walkers."

Daryl was impressed. "Why you say that?"

"The leaves look, well from here at least, like they were trampled on… and it's much bigger than only between two trees. It's more like 4 or 5 trees."

"Alright… now we go after 'em."

"No way… Not before you teach me how to shoot something… or something" Daryl rolled his eyes, sighing.

"Fine." He grabbed her by the wrist, flipping her around so she was in front of him. He put his left arm around her upper chest and his crossbow in front of her. "Ya see that black plus sign?" She nodded against his chest "That's where ya aim." He let her go.

"You tell anybody about you usin' this or if you break it…" Becca didn't wait to hear the end of that sentence… she didn't want to.

She walked ahead of Daryl for a few minutes, until she heard branches cracking in the distance. She stopped and looked around, noticing a dozen walkers coming their way. She was panicking.

"Here…take this" Daryl told her as he gave her a knife. She nodded and took the knife, placing it on her belt. She looked at Daryl and he nodded at her, almost like he was telling her that everything was gonna be fine.

She lifted up the crossbow, aimed at a walker, and fired. She sighed when it only hit the shoulder.

"Not bad for a firs' shot" Daryl said behind her. He walked up ahead to help her kill some of the walkers while she reloaded. When she looked back up, she noticed Daryl struggling with three walkers, and saw him go down. She screamed, getting the attention of all the walkers.

She fired the crossbow at the walker that had attacked Daryl, and hit it between the eyes. Leaving the crossbow behind, she took his knife and ran towards him, killing a few walkers along the way.

When she got to him, she killed the two other walkers attacking him, pulled them off and turned around to kill the rest of them.

When she was done, she turned around to see Daryl where she had dropped the crossbow.

"Damn girl, you ain't needin' self defense lessons from me" he told her. She smiled, proud of what she had just accomplished.

He gave her a bottle of water, which she happily accepted. She took a drink before passing the bottle back to him, and watched him drink a bit.

"Come on… there's a little treehouse that we passed earlier. Let's go hide there to rest a bit before going back to camp." She told him a few minutes later.

"Damn girl, I thought you missed that" He told her. She smiled and said "I guess I'm more observant than you think".

They both walked to the treehouse, and once in it, she got a granola bar out and gave half to Daryl. She accepted the bottle of water again, and drank from it. Daryl looked at her, surprised that she would drink from the same bottle as him.

They ate, and talked for a bit, looking out the window of the treehouse.

"It feels like everything's normal. Everything is so peaceful here… you wouldn't think there are walkers everywhere." Becca stated. Daryl nodded in agreement.

A few minutes later, he spoke up.

"Come on, we better get goin'. People might start thinking we're dead or somethin'."

Becca nodded and slung the bag over her shoulders. She went to give him the knife, but he shook his head. "Keep it. Ya'll need it more than me" he said before getting back to the ground. He helped her down and both them walked back up towards the camp.

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Tasha