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"Daryl!" she said, voice rising with panic.

"Climb, Jamie, climb!" he ordered. "Forget the walker!"

"Shoot it!"

"I can't get a shot! The overhang is in the way!"

She raced over to the side of the ravine Daryl was on, finding hand and footholds and starting to climb. The overhang extended all the way over to near where she was, but she tried not to focus on the moaning and milky eyes approaching her from the darkness.

Ten feet up, her hand-hold broke and she plunged back down.

"Jamie!" Daryl yelled. The walker was feet from her, now.

She was dazed from her fall and in pain.

Urgency and fear crept into Daryl's voice.

"Jamie! Jamie, get up! Get up NOW!"

The walker fell forward, intending to land on its prey, but she rolled to the side at the last second.

"Move!" Daryl ordered. She got to her feet and stumbled backwards as the walker clawed at her, barely dodging. Her back was against the wall of the ravine, now, the walker was finding its footing, there was no where to go...

"Kill it, Jamie! Kill it! You have one chance! Come on kid! Come on!" Daryl yelled. She reached into her quiver, grabbing an arrow. The walker stumbled forward and she darted under the overhang, managing to scrape by it before lunging out from behind, jamming the arrow into its head.

It fell, but she didn't stop, plunging the arrow in again and again, screaming as she did, the adrenalin coursing through her.

She stood, dazed, dropping the bloody arrow back into her quiver and clawing her way up the wall. Daryl grabbed her arms and pulled her up, and she caught her breath, gasping.

"Did it get you? Did it scratch you?" Daryl demanded.

She shook her head, burying her head in his chest. He smelled like pine and motor oil, just like her father had... And then she was clinging to him, shaking violently from fear, and Daryl clung to her as well.

"It's alright, kid, it's alright..." he assured her. Finally, she stopped trembling. "You wanna go back?" he asked.

She shook her head. "One squirrel won't feed everyone tonight." she said simply. Daryl trooped over and pulled the knife she'd thrown from the carcass of the walker.

"Not a bad throw. We just have to work on your aim." he said, handing her he knife back. "You ready to go?"

She nodded, and the plodded on.

It was around dinner time when it happened.

They both stopped dead when it stepped out in front of them. It was a fawn, but it was summer now, and despite the spotted coat, it had at least a good seventy pounds of meat on it.

Daryl nudged her, but she shook her head, shaking. There was no way she'd be able to make a shot, and with seventy pounds of meat depending on it...

"Go. I'll fire right after you do." Daryl whispered. She nodded, taking a breath and pulling back. She found it in her sights and released. Daryl's arrow never left the bow, but the deer fell to the ground.

She stared at him. "You said..."

"No use firing two arrows. I knew you could kill it with one." Daryl said calmly.

He walked forward, handing her the arrow he'd removed and slinging the deer over his shoulder. "Let's get back to camp."

And they did, walking in filled with pride as they brought the deer over.

"Look at that..." Dale said, beaming.

"How'd you get it, Daryl?" Shane asked.

"I didn't. Jamie did." Daryl said.

Carol rushed over. "What happened to her?" she asked, looking shocked. It was then she realized her arms and hands were torn up from the rocks in the ravine and she had a busted lip.

"She fell in a ravine." Daryl said. "Come on. We gotta gut this thing." They hadn't field dressed it because they'd wanted to save the organs and other things the considered delicacies, and Jamie trotted over to the side, knife ready, carefully slicing below the ribcage.

"Hell yeah." Daryl grinned, as did she.

"So, I see you had a rough day." Rick said over the fire, lifting his chin towards Jamie. She looked up from where she'd been tearing into her piece of venison, shrugging.

"You could say that. Especially after she fell into the ravine and a walker had her cornered." Daryl said.

Everyone stared.

"You're bluffing." Carl said.

"Look at her. Could she get that tore up from NOT falling into a ravine?" Daryl asked. Hershel had come out to clean up some of her cuts and bandage the rest, and Carl realized he was telling the truth.

"What did you do?" Rick asked, and Jamie realized all eyes were on her.

"Daryl was too busy yelling at me to shoot the damn thing and I didn't have my knife, so stabbed it through the head with an arrow."

"I'm telling you, this kid is a fucking legend in the making." Daryl said, slapping her on the back. "Pure redneck."

Jamie shrugged. "If you think that was badass, wait until you meet my brother Ryder..."

There was what seemed to be a small explosion in the pot they'd had boiling over the fire.

"It's done." Daryl said, grabbing a stick and stabbing one of the organs he'd been boiling. "Saved you the heart, since you killed it..."

"She doesn't have the balls." Shane scoffed, looking at the monstrosity on a stick. There was no way she'd be able to stomach that.

Jamie shot him a cold glare before taking the stick from Daryl. She'd eaten deer heart all the time as a kid.

"Eat it, eat it, eat it..." Carl started chanting, and Rick shook his head, chuckling. He really hoped the kid wouldn't...

There was a loud sound as she tore into it like a walker, pulling a piece from it and chewing, swallowing, before going for another mouthful.

"Eww..." Carl wrinkled his nose, and Jamie looked up. "It's good." she muttered around a mouthful of deer. "I grew up eating this stuff."

Daryl nodded his approval at her silently. She smiled, and there was a huge sucking noise as she tore another bite out of the deer heart, finishing eating one cavity. Rick winced and she laughed.

"Finish that up. We gotta get back to camp." Daryl said. "Think you can eat and walk?"

She nodded and they stood, heading for Daryl's camp.

"G'night." Jamie mumbled around a mouthful of deer.

"Goodnight." Rick called.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say Daryl's adopted the kid." Andrea said, once they were out of earshot.

"Who says he hasn't? They're both rednecks, they seem to care for each other..." Dale pointed out.

"And he took her hunting. He NEVER takes anyone hunting." Glenn said.

"Maybe he's not such a loner after all." Rick speculated.