The fire was small, no more than embers but it produced enough heat to where Brinley Dixon was sitting a few feet away. She sat away from everyone, observing her new group. She scoffed to herself as she realized that they were a bunch of pussies. Could only fight with guns. Couldn't sit on the plain ground. Barely knew how to skin a squirrel or rabbit. Few knew how to gut a fish. There was no way that they would make it without Brinley and her brothers. She continued to stare at her group as they passed out food. Brinley noticed a few people - Jim, Dale, and Jacquie - take only a little bit of what was given. They obviously wanted to ration for the rest of the group. Brinley also noticed how a young boy who's name was Carl kept sneaking bits of his food onto his mom's plate. The ungrateful little bastard. Her brothers and her had worked like hell trying to find these goddamn squirrels. Brat was giving it to his mom. Brinley also noticed how Andrea and Amy whispered, eating their meal contently. Brinley listened and heard a few things about shoes and a boy named Noah. Nothing she was interested in.

Growing up the way she did, Brinley was far from girly. She didn't own anything that wasn't stained - either with animal blood or just plain dirt and mud - let alone a dress or skirt. She had never even tried on a pair of heels. As a child, Brinley learned everything from her big brothers. The three - or rather, two: Merle wasn't around much - kids would stay gone for days at a time before going home to their abusive father. She was an excellent tracker, not as good as Daryl, of course. She could bet her life on a game of poker. She could make one hell of an apple pie moonshine. She was great when it came to fishing or outdoorsy stuff, but when it came to cities and what the difference between the subway and a sandwich was you had her lost. Like her older brother Daryl she found peace and comfort in the silence of the woods. She loved to hunt. She loved the thrill of chasing after a dear with her brothers crossbow that she had 'borrowed' to go hunting.

"Eat." Daryl said, getting her attention he throws a chunk squirrel at her. She picks it up off the ground and blows off the bit if grass that was on it. She takes bites out of it intently, not giving two fucks about the disgusted stares she was getting from Amy, Andrea and a few other women.

"Daryl, Merle." Brinley leaned in between her brothers to get their attention. "Bunch a goddamn pussies." She mumbles.

"Can' even sit on the damn groun'." Daryl agrees.

"Actin' like they deserve a five course meal." Merle added.

"Bet you twenty bucks half of 'em be dead in a week." Brinley shook her brothers hands and continued to eat.

Brinley wasn't ugly at all. She had pretty, dirty blond hair like Daryl that went to her elbow. Her skin was deeply tanned because of being outside so much. Her eyes were electric blue like her brothers and her father. Her cheek bones were lower on her face, giving her full lips and plump cheeks. She had a small button nose that had been the center of many of Merles torments. She had broad shoulders and strong muscular arms and legs. She often covered her arms though, you would rarely see her without sleeves because of her father's abusiveness. Brinley was short though, standing at 5' feet and 4' inches. This had also been the center of many more torments from her brothers. Brinley wore a b-cup bra and an ass that wasn't too big, but 'big enough', as her boyfriend's used to say. Her legs were made for running, despite the occasional cigarette. All in all, Brinley was attractive.

Brinley was the type of person who heard, saw, and knew whatever she wanted to. For example, she could easily listen in on Amy and Andreas conversation, but it wasn't about anything she was interested in. Now, it's not like she had a damn super power, just really good ears. Brinley had good eyes too, perfect for hunting and tracking. But it's not like she could see fucking ghosts, she just had good eyes. And Brinley was the type of person that knew whatever she wanted to know. Growing up she didn't have much of an education, so she often went to the library, courtesy of her brothers. If the world hadn't gone to shit, Brinley would probably be able to read every damn book in that library.

She was, like her brothers, impatient. But she was more like Daryl when it came to her anger and other emotions. She'd stuff them all away, unless it was really firing her up, in that case she'd be swinging every which way. One time, it took three men to bring her down when she got so pissed at the bar. That was Daryl, Merle, and one of Merles buddies, Grady. Not even Daryl was that serious when it came to his anger. He'd back down with just Merle. Brinley was also one of the sassiest people you'd ever meet. She didn't give two fucks about what people thought of her, she could school you in just about anything with just her words, and she was an amazing Archer. Brinley was definitely closer to Daryl then she was to Merle. That's only because he was always in jail, then he went to the army for four years.

"Sorry, whats your name?" An asian man bent over the three Dixon's, though he directed this at the only female.
"Brinley." She looked at him, they shared eyes for a moment before he nodded and walked towards the RV.
"Yep, pussies. Can' even talk to a hot girl." Merle rips apart some unidentifiable piece of squirrel with his teeth.
"Shut youe ugly ass up." Brinley slapped his srm playfully. All of them let an uncommon smirk cover their faces.


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