Daryl's (P.O.V)

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The following morning I rose at dawn, extra early. The earlier I got done with this hunting business the earlier, I could interrogate that stupid girl and get her the hell out of camp.

Merle followed after me, and sadly I had to deal with him getting high and talking absolute nonstop about the new girl.

"Do ya think she'll do us two for one? Maybe if we're lucky, she likes it dirty like that!"

Doubt it. I thought shaking my head focusing on my hunt. Then Merle was at it again.

"Hey Daryl, what da ya like betta' 'er jugs or 'er trunk?"

"I don't want none of da Merle."

I replied monotone just before shooting a hare dead in the eye.

"Have ya gon' limp or what? Ya like pretty boys now? What happened to yar dick faggot?" Merle began pushing Daryl's buttons. Slapping him on the cheek.

"Fuck off, Merle! motherfucker..."

Daryl proceeded to mention all the words he knew that had fuck at his brother. He knew that he couldn't explain what was wrong to his brother, Merle would never understand.

"Merle, don't that name Leanne McKinley sound familiar to you?"

Merle shrugged as he retrieved a dead squirrel from a snare. He could care less, of course.

Daryl vaguely remembered the day all hell went lose. Early in the morning he had been driving his truck back with a large game he had hunted earlier-

And when he turned on the radio he had heard something amongst the lines of "- The Smiley Axe Murder- Leanne C. McKinley, was sentenced today to-"

His memory was blurry, they had sentenced that son of a bitch murder, but he didn't remember if they had said Lee and C. Mac Kindley, Lancy Ma. Killme or Leanne C. McKinley. The odds were that most likely it had been the last name to pop to his head.

After enduring more of his brother, Daryl found some deer tracks and took note of that he would begin his tracking tomorrow. They soon finished hunting and were back at camp, and he was ready to put an end to all this.

When he got there, he was surprised to have spotted the enemy was nowhere in sight. There was also a new tent perched up in the camp.

There.

She was there. He made his way there and slipped in unnoticed. She wasn't inside-

Daryl wasn't the kind to snoop or even mind other people's business but this was different- this was for the sole purpose of safety. As much as he hated to admit it, one of the reasons why Daryl Dixon had been so frustrated over this woman was because she made him feel threatened; she was a threat and a dangerous one at that just like a treacherous rattlesnake ready to strike.

He begun swiftly rummaging in her stuff but found nothing interesting or unusual, nothing that would scream murder! That was until he found a notebook lying next to her sleeping bag. A diary, bingo!
He had hit the lotto!

Now all he had to so was take the notebook and read the secrets sealed inside it. Prove her guilty and get her the hell out of here. For one second there he regretted not putting an arrow through her forehead. Daryl now had an idea of who she was-or who she could be-

Suddenly a gust of wind came into the tent and he realized he wasn't alone. She had stepped inside. How long had she been standing there for? Had she seen him?

"Did you lose something Daryl?" She asked with a sickeningly sweet voice. Playing innocent I see, bitch. Daryl thought sourly.

"No. was lookin' for ya. Goanna ask ye if you knew how da hunt." He slyly lied through his teeth. This would also be viable information for his little investigation. She shook her head, "sadly no, but- if I learned too. Would that prove to you and your brother that I am not a coward?"

Daryl thought for a second, he could do several things right now:

A) he told her yes and took her out hunting every morning, that way he could keep a close eye on her 24/7.

B) told her no, risked her being wild and free around the camp being capable of hurting someone.

(Yes he saw that freagin' bat, How can she even carry it?!)

C) Was to tell the hardheaded policemen his suspicions and have him keep an eye on her, but he wouldn't listen it would be worthless.

He opted for another choice-

"Maybe…" Answered Daryl promptly before bringing his thumb to his mouth. Suddenly he felt uncomfortable under her jade gaze, and her malevolent smile. This was all an act as well, so instead he tensed up.

"How's yer leg tho, Think ya can walk? Seen ya limpin' around." He noted and she did have a notorious limp.

"I'll be just fine." She smiled- again, of course a fake one. Before picking up her empty canteen.

"How'd tha happen' anyway?"

She shrugged "the world went to shit?" She chuckled. "I must have hurt it jumping off a tree or falling' can't remember to be honest." She was about to step out, but Daryl wasn't giving up. He wasn't convinced by her injury story. You just don't forget where you got a serious injury just not like that.

"Was Henry yer son?" She froze in her tracks and slowly pivoted her head to stare directly at Daryl her eyes twinkling with a peculiar glimmer.
"What is this an interrogation?" A small fake ass smile curved on her pink lips once again. She was nothing but a poser! She knew this was an interrogation! She knew what he was doing; she had tempted him for Pete's sake!

"Just curious." Daryl ran his hand through his hair attempting to appear casual and uninterested.

"No, he wasn't." She simply answered.
"Oh and-"

And before leaving her eyes darkened a scowl made way to her face.

"Don't ever look through my stuff again Dixon." She whispered in a threatening solemn tone. Daryl left the tent and after that she parted ways to go talk to Lori and the other women who were still slightly nervous around her. Daryl felt accomplished he was hitting to home; I mean if she had that reaction she was clearly hiding something.

Soon... He thought as she saw her figure walk away, neck held high, soon...