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Chapter Four
They were walking for hours, and Daryl still wasn't giving up. Breanna was as alert as he was, she wasn't lagging, and she was quiet. The red-head was constantly looking around, and she wasn't always right on top of Daryl, sometimes she would wander off a bit, looking for any signs of seeing a little girl.
Daryl's walking was quiet, he was careful where he stepped. There was no need to bring any walkers around this area to them. He was tracking footsteps, as light as they were, he wasn't giving up on this little girl.
A snap broke his concentration and looked to his left, where Breanna was, and frowned at her. "Bre, you gotta be quiet." He told her quietly.
She scowled back at him. "It wasn't me." She told him defensively and perhaps a little too loudly.
Four walkers apparently heard her, and began to go towards the sound. Breanna's eyes widened a bit when she saw them. Skin was hanging off of them, their skin was almost black, eyes were missing, some of their lips.
Disgusted, Breanna drew up her gun and shot two of them the echo stayed in the air, she looked at Daryl and he was staring at her. "Well, are you going to shoot the other two or not?" Breanna snapped at him.
Almost in a daze Daryl did what she asked. He shot them with two clean shots, and she walked over with him to retrieve his arrows. Daryl watched as she put her foot on the walkers throat and pulled the arrow out of the, what used to be, man's forehead.
She was so unaffected by this, Daryl expected her to be at least a little shaken after shooting the motherless bastards. Hell, Breanna still thought they were alive!
"What?" Breanna asked noticing he was staring at her. "Do I have blood on me?" She asked worriedly putting her hand on her cheek.
He slowly shook his head, and then looked away with a shrug. "Nothing, come on we gotta keep moving." He told her taking her hand that was touching her face and leading her away from the dead walkers.
Breanna let him lead her away from them and she was looking around. "Do you really think she would have wandered this far?" She asked him quietly.
Honestly, he didn't know. Daryl shrugged. "When we were closer to the highway her tracks were off, and she was running in this direction. Now, I know if I was a little girl like her, the slightest thing would send me fuckin runnin." He told her truthfully.
"Wow." Breanna said, smiling slightly. "The Daryl Dixon, just admitted to somebody he would be scared." She told him as she walked in front of him. "Will wonders never cease?" She asked him teasingly giving him a gently kiss.
Daryl smirked and nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah." He muttered beginning to walk again.
Breanna began following him as he walked carefully through the woods. "Do you think she's alright?"
"She has to be." He told her, and was sure of it himself. That little girl had to be okay, and there was no doubt about it. Sophia didn't have a choice in this, she needed to be okay. Or this group would just become more broken.
Breanna nodded, although not very sure of his answer herself. She didn't know if that little girl was going to be okay, as horrible that sounded, that was what she thought. If herself didn't even know if she could handle be out in the woods and take care of herself, how could a ten year old girl do it?
"I know what you're thinkin and stop. She's gonna be fine. And then once we do find her, we can get the hell off that highway."
As she was going to reply to him, a gunshot rang out. It was just one, and it was too loud in this seemingly silent forest.
"What was that?" Breanna asked alarmed.
"Maybe they got a walker." Daryl told her not paying to much attention to anything but the ground.
Still unconvinced, Breanna asked, "Just one?"
Daryl shrugged, finally taking his eyes off of the ground and looked at her. "It happens, not all walkers are in hordes. Some straggle off on their own." He told her moving closer to her. He trapped her chin between his forefinger and thumb. "It's fine." He promised her.
She nodded a little reluctantly and began walking again with him, still thinking something was wrong. But you just didn't question Daryl, when he thought he was right, he thought he was right.
About two hours later
Daryl finally started listening to Breanna and decided they should head back to the highway. The sun was starting to go down, and it wouldn't be safe to stay out here in the dark.
Breanna was out of breath by the time the highway came into view and put her arm around Daryl's waist and put the majority of her weight on him. "I'm tired." She whined.
Daryl chuckled a little and helped her over the guard rail. "You can't go to be yet, you haven't even ate anything." He told her a little worriedly.
She shrugged, not really to concerned with that bit of information. "Sometimes you have to choose between sleeping and eating. Almost all the time I choose sleeping." Breanna told him smiling a little.
They walked over to the rv where Andrea, Carol, and Jenna were sitting on the floor eating some goldfish. Carol's face immediately lit up when she saw them. "Did you see here? Or catch any trace of her?" She asked hopefully, now standing.
Breanna and Daryl both shook their heads. "We followed where her tracks were leading from the highway, but from where they stopped I just went on logic. And that's saying she went on the trail I went on." Daryl told her truthfully. "Sorry." He offered her.
Carol nodded and looked down. "Oh okay, well thanks." She said a little sadly going into the rv, her dinner of goldfish forgotten.
"How'd it go for you guys?" Breanna asked taking the bag of goldfish Andrea offered her.
"Well, Carl has been shot and Lori rushed off on a horse with some girl on a horse. And Glenn and Dale are getting everything ready so we can go." Jenna told her standing up after finishing her goldfish.
"Wait Carl has been shot?" Breanna asked shocked looking at Daryl, then back at Jenna. "I knew that shot was more than a walker Daryl!" She yelled at him.
Dale came over immediately. "Bre, we need to be quiet we are still on the highway." He told her quietly holding a bag of what looked to be canned food.
"Well, I'm going to help you guys pack, not just sit here." Breanna said frowning down at Andrea and Jenna.
Daryl stayed where he was for a moment before shaking his head slightly and walked to his truck. He put his crossbow in his truck, and then scooted over to the drivers side to start up his truck.
"Fuck me!" He yelled out when he saw his car was on empty. This fuckin sucked.
Daryl angrily got out of his truck and slammed his door. Breanna heard this and looked up from where she was near an old, old, car and frowned over at him before walking over.
"What's wrong?" She asked when she was close enough, while running her hand down his tense back.
"Fuckin car is on empty." Daryl told her bitterly. Kicking the tire. "Piece of shit, truck."
Breanna sighed sadly and put her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back. Her hands rubbed his abdomen in soothing strokes hoping to calm him. "It's alright, what about your bike?" She asked quietly.
Shaking his head Daryl told her, "Where am I gonna put my shit?"
"You can always put your stuff with mine in Jenna's car. She won't care." Breanna told him turning around so she was in front of him, but kept her arms around his waist.
He shrugged, and looked over to where Glenn was finally packing up everything into the rv. "Okay." Daryl finally relented.
Breanna smiled up at him. "And I'm gonna be riding with you." She told him looking up at him from underneath her lashes.
Scoffing, Daryl shook his head. "As if I would let you ride without me."
She giggled and leaned up and kissed him, her lips met his and he sucked on her lower lip, which was a little fuller than her top. She moaned softly from the sensation. God, she missed him. She couldn't wait until they found Sophia. Daryl was trying so hard for this little girl, and she wasn't even his.
Daryl was the one who pulled back first and stared down at her. Her lips were moist and red, her eyes were still closed and fluttered open. She gave him the most dazzling smile and Daryl got lost in it. He wished that they could just be in their own world sometimes, he loved it when it was just the two of them. Although he would never ever admit that.
She walked backwards a little bit and watched as Daryl put down his crossbow on the road and carefully brought down the motorcycle from the back of the pick-up.
"Is that yours?" Breanna asked frowning slightly as she watched him start to look for the keys.
Daryl shook his head picking up the keys from the floor of the flat. "It was Merle's." He told her starting up the bike, loudly.
"Won't that attract walkers?" She asked worriedly when he turned it off again.
He shook his head again. "Not if I'm going fast, by the time they come to see what all the noise is, we'll be long gone."
Breanna nodded a little unconvinced. "Trust me." He whispered to her, looking up at her with those deep blue eyes she loved. She nodded again and a little more easily, she did trust him.
"Alright then, help me start taking my bags to Jen's car?" Daryl asked her as he opened the door to the pick up.
The red-head nodded and picked up the two dark blue blankets he had for them. She walked over to the small blue Audi and opened the back door and she threw in the two blankets just as Daryl threw in his black bag.
"We leaving yet?" Breanna asked lookin up at him wearily, she was always nervous about moving now. Ever since the CDC and seeing walkers more often, she has been more wary of everything. Not so much of the care-free girl she once was.
Daryl shrugged and looked over to where Glenn was putting in the last of the water jugs. "Guess so. We best make sure we got everything, aint comin back here for nothin." He told her gruffly, while looking out at Carol as she laid food and beverages on a car.
Breanna noticed his look and rubbed his face with her hand. "What? What's wrong?"
He shook his head and looked, no more like glared, into the woods. "Don't feel right about leaving that little girl out there." Daryl said sounding more vulnerable than ever.
Breanna sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him fiercely. "I know." She whispered. "I can't even begin to imagine how that little girl is feeling right now. But right now our group is separated, and more bad than good can happen if we stay here."
Daryl nodded, though not saying anything. He didn't know where this Breanna was coming from, but right now he didn't question it. She was the only thing that kept him going right now. He'd be damned if he let something happen to her.
"Alright." She said releasing him reluctantly. "I guess we better get going." She told him kissed his chin softly before going near Jenna.
Daryl watched her talk to Jenna with a small smile on her face. It was clear she was worried or nervous about something just by her body language. Her hands were wringing themselves in front of her, she was going from foot to foot, and she kept biting her lip.
Dale walked over to Daryl; Dale had gotten over his initial animosity towards the younger Dixon. The long her stuck around the more he had grown to come to like him. Sure he was still a little rough around the edges but Breanna was smoothing them out, even if they both weren't aware of it.
"You ready?" Dale asked holding his gun against his shoulder watching as Daryl was watching Breanna's every move, like a hawk. He seemed ready to jump out and protect her from anything.
Daryl's head jerked in the direction of Dale and then back to Breanna. "Yeah." He muttered. "Gotta take my bike, truck's outta gas." He told the old man crossing his arms over his chest.
"How long?"
Daryl shrugged. "I didn't even realize I was out, must have been running on fumes."
Glenn came jogging over before Dale could reply and looked at both of them. "All packed, and T-Dog is getting pretty bad." He told them hesitatingly. "He's getting a fever, and he's pretty out if it."
Daryl walked back towards his truck without a word and opened up the compartment on the passenger side. He got out the little baggie of pills and returned to Glenn and Dale, who were staring at him, as he handed the bag over to Dale.
"Where in the world did you get these?" Dale asked shocked as to how Daryl had these.
Shrugging Daryl answered, "They were Merle's. Reckon he aint needin them too much now." He told them gruffly, as Dale looked inside of the bag.
"Thanks," Glenn said taking the bag from Dale and quickly going to the rv.
"Thank you." Dale told Daryl truly grateful.
Daryl nodded slowly and perked up when Breanna started walking over.
"We leaving now?" Breanna asked Dale politely.
Dale nodded. "Couple of minutes and we'll be off this highway and near a farm with the word 'Greene' on the mailbox, so get yourselves ready." Dale told them before walking over to the rv.
Jenna got into her car and started it, seeing she was only at the half-way point for gas. Knock on wood, but she hoped that would last a while. When she saw Dale begin to sit in the drivers seat and saw Daryl put his crossbow on Breanna's back, she realized how much she actually did miss Merle.
Breanna shifted the crossbow around on her back before wrapping her arms tightly around Daryl's waist. "You won't let me fall right?" She asked him nervously, before he started it.
Daryl shook his head, slightly amused she would ask that. "No darlin, I won't let you fall. Just hold on tight." He told her as he started his bike, and started driving down the seemingly long highway.