Cherokee Rose

A Dary Dixon fan fiction

Chapter Three: The huntress, The Woman

Doing dishes seemed so normal after the world had gone to shit that it had almost made her laugh when she dipped her hands in the steaming soapy water,

she got into a rhythm and soon she was setting the last dish in the draining rack for the others to dry. She was acutely aware of someone watching her but

was surprised when she turned and instead of the surly redneck she was expecting it was a large well-built darker haired man who studied her with big brown

eyes. She smiled at him as she slid her leather gloves on and clicked out of the kitchen past his watchful eyes. She walked down the driveway to her bike

and grabbed her leather jacket, and slipped in on doing it up to the top of her ribs leaving her top half exposed. She flipped her hair easily then tied the

bandana around her face once more. She snapped to attention and tensed when she heard shuffling footsteps coming towards her she drew a knife and

looked toward one of the trucks. The same man who had been watching her after dinner turned down the driveway and stopped when he saw Cherokee

ready to defend herself. "A little jumpy?" he asked half teasingly, "I don't believe I have any reason not to be, I don't even know your name" she shot back at

him. He just laughed, "Shane, The names Shane I'm ricks deputy" he introduced still strolling lightly to the woman who was now sheathing her weapon. "Well

deputy Shane" She said seductively swaying towards him and meeting him the rest of the way, she stopped just an inch away from him and put her hands on

the either side of his broad chest tugging at the open sides of his jacket pulling him closer. "Don't you think ya oughta buy a lady a drink before you start

stalking her?" Cherokee finished in the same half mocking, half seductive tone looking up at Shane and batting her eyelashes. Shane laughed and rested his

hands on her hips finishing the job of drawing her against him "Well you are a quick one aren't you?" he teased as their chests met, "Do I have to buy you a

drink to convince you to spend the night with me?" he finished the teasing seemingly gone from his voice. Cherokee smirked a little devilish grin lost to the

darkness of the night "Well deputy I'd love to spend the night in the arms of a big, strong man like you" she drawled sweetly as a southern belle, but at

Shane leaned forward to claim her lips she ducked out of his embrace and finished the rest of what she was going to say. "But I got some huntin to do" she

dismissed him with a wave. Shane looked shocked at this woman's hot and cold game and she just laughed as she strode away heading towards the field.

She jumped the fence and ran toward the trees, it took only two seconds for her to disappear up the first one and run off into the woods for the night.

It was the early morning when Daryl had finally woken up and meandered out of his tent away from all the others, Cherokee was in the field hovering over

something large with a knife, hair tied back and flying in all directions. He made it out there only to realize she had brought in a deer last night, "What the

hell?" he asked stunned. "Never seen a deer before Dixon?" she teased, "Yeah I seen deer just never no fuckin girl catching one at night" he hissed in

disbelief. "Maybe you just don't hang around the right women" she laughed at him, he shook his head and swore as she finished gutting it then loaded the

waste neatly in a bucket and grabbed the good meat and walked toward the house. She took the meat in to Herschel and he thanked her and began

preparing it for that night's supper. She went back into the field grabbed the bucket and went towards the woods to dispose of it. Daryl simply followed her,

"So what'd ya do to Shane last night that pissed him off?" Daryl asked gruffly recalling Shane slamming things around, cursing her name and then retreating

to the showers to cool off. "Didn't do nothing" she dismissed his question continuing to slide through the woods, they fell into silence as she made it to the

river she washed her gloves and hands then dumped the waste in and rinsed the bucket. She continued walking until she found the lake that the river fed

into and started removing her clothes. "What are you doing" Daryl snapped, "Going for a swim, what's it to you?" she asked as innocently as she could. He

shrugged but couldn't keep his eyes from her body as she had finished removing her jacket, gloves and top then started on her pants, he couldn't help but

admire the strong smooth ridge of her arched back and the dimples that teased the top of her pants just above the swell of her ass. She slid the pants down

and he continued to stare at the length and firm muscle of her legs as she kicked her boots off with the pants. He laughed inwardly at the cheetah print

fabric that covered her chest and ass. She took no time jumping in the water and he was soon to look away and just wait for her to finish. All he could do

was sit and wonder how she had changed so much, what had happened to her to make her this beautiful but foreign creature she was today, when she was

once young and naïve, beautiful but not this teasingly sexy unapproachable goddess that she portrayed today one thing was for sure, Daryl seriously

doubted that he was going to be able to stay away from her anymore.