Hi Guys!

So this is my first Chapter PROPERLY writing Daryl, and of course I'm sure I've completely fucked up..I'll make sure I don't make him completely non-daryl lol.

But stick with me, I'm going to try and write it a lot less serious than TWD tv show, and will soon get my comic back (it has been passed around everyone I know at the moment) so I'll be able to properly refer to that.

If any of y'all have anything you'd like to see I'm sure we can try and fit it in.

Keep commenting, it keeps me young(ish)

Thank you

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Chapter 6

Janis and Glenn ran towards the sounds, the rest of the camp doing the same. Jacqui ran out infront of them, followed by Carl and Sofia. She nodded at Jacqui who nodded back, signifying that they were all okay, Janis continued past the kids who were being fussed over by their Mothers.

In a small clearing on the side of the woods there was a deer, lying dead on the floor, a Walker kneeling over it, pulling its insides out, devouring them.

"Eugh." Glenn pushed his face into the material of his sleeve, stopping himself from being sick.

Janis quickly spotted the bolts sticking out of the deers hide, knowing that meant Daryl wasn't far behind. The men of the camp quickly converged on the walker, hitting it with their weapons, beating it across its head. Finally ended by Dale decapitated it, they all stood around, just staring.

"It's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the Mountain." Dale stood over the walkers body, his face grim. They had been extraordinarily lucky, the rest of the group rarely ventured away from the Quarry, the only time Janis had been in contact with walkers was when she went on runs into the City with Glenn.

"Well, they're running out of food in the city, that's what." Janis turned to see Jim standing behind him, looking down at the headless walker.

There was a crack from the woods, as the trees started to rustle everyone in the clearing raised their weapons, Shane first in line to shoot whatever came through the trees.

Darly.

He stood, a dozen squirrels hung over his shoulder, his crossbow hung carelessly at his side, looking as pissed off as ever.

"Son of a bitch." He said, at the sight of the walker and deer on the floor "That's my deer! Look at it.

All gnawed on by this," he was kicking the walker between words "filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard! Calm down, son." And ended it with one last, hard, kick.

"That's not helping." Dale said, trying to calm Daryl down.

"What do you know about it, old man?" It didn't work "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to "On Golden Pond". I've been tracking this deer for miles."

Janis looked at the deer, its hide covered in bites, its stomach wide open with its insides hanging out "Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison...What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?"

"I would not risk that." Shane stepped in, giving Daryl a wary look.

"That's a damn shame. I got some squirrel About a dozen or so." He said, lifting the line of them off of his back. "That'll have to do."

"Oh God." Andrea almost screamed as the walker head came to life, groaning and trying to snap at their heels.

"Come on, people." Daryl yelled, aiming his crossbow one handedly at the head "What the hell? It's gotta be the brain." He fired, stopping the groaning swiftly.

"Don't y'all know nothing? Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up." He stalked off, ignoring everyone in the clearing, kicking the walkers body once more as he left.

"Ah shit." Janis mumbled. "This ain't gonna be good."

"You think?" Glenn followed Janis as she ran to keep up with everyone.

"Daryl, just slow up a bit. I need to talk to you." Shane shouted after him, as if that was going to help. If there was one thing Daryl hated it was authority, which Shane radiated.

"About what?" He turned towards them, his eyes meeting Janis' before his attention was back to Shane

"About Merle...There was a There was a problem in Atlanta." Everyone gathered round now, all behind Shane while Daryl stood alone.

"He dead?" The forced calm of Daryls voice was obvious.

"We're not sure."

"He either is or he ain't!" The forced calm was all gone now, as he grabbed his crossbow with both hands.

Quietly Janis moved around the group, putting herself not between Shane and Daryl, but further out, making sure that if needed, Daryl at least had someone to hold him back, she didn't fancy Shane's chances in this fight.

"No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." Rick stepped in now, his voice similar to Shane's, he even mirrored his ex-partners body language, raised palms as if he was in a hostage situation.

"Who are you?" Daryl spat.

"Rick Grimes."

"Rick Grimes..." Daryl said his name sarcastically "you got something you want to tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal." Short and simple. "He's still there."

"Hold on." His eyes narrowed as he studied the crowd "Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!"

"Yeah."

Daryl threw the line of squirrels at Rick, dropping his crossbow as Shane pounced on him. Janis didn't even bother interferring, if Shane wanted a black eye and bruised ribs she'd leave him to it.

There were grunts and shouts as the two men fought, the rest of the group stood around watching in horror as Rick leaped forward, trying to pull Shane from Daryl.

"You'd best let me go!" Daryl snarled as Rick helped Shane get him to the floor.

"Nah, I think it's better if I don't."

"Choke hold's illegal." Daryl grunted from the floor.

"You can file a complaint."

"Come on, man."

"We'll keep this up all day."

"Rick...c'mon this ain't helping anything." Janis looked at him, imploringly as he finally tapped Shane's shoulder.

They were finally able to calm Daryl down, Shane got off him but not before giving him a shove, leaving him lying on the floor.

Daryl wasn't happy, he didn't listen to anything the group had to say, which Janis predicted, and wasn't impressed by any of their excuses, which she also predicted.

"Hell with all y'all! Just tell me where he is so's I can go get him." He finally shouted, grabbing his crossbow from the floor, ready to walk into Atlanta if he had to.

"We'll show you." Janis finally spoke up.

Daryl turned on her, his eyes narrowed as he stretched a muscle in his shoulder.

"He'll show you." Lori came behind Janis now, nodding at her husband.

This seemed to placate Daryl, if only slightly, who stalked towards his tent, mumbling as he did.

"That went well." Glenn whispered, now behind Janis.

"Actually, for Daryl, that was pretty good." She carried on watching his tent, as Glenn was talking behind her, she wasn't listening.

"Oh just go and fucking talk to him." She was already doing it, waving her hand behind her as Glenn told her to be careful.

She stood outside of his tent, not wanting to just walk in.

"Daryl...Daryl?" She pulled back the tents zip, standing in the doorway she couldn't help but stare. Daryl stood there, halfway through changing his shirt, his skin shined with sweat as he ripped of the old dirty sleeveless shirt.

"Do you ever wash?"

"Do you ever knock?"

"Knock knock."

"Fuck off." Janis was used to this from Daryl, this was how he communicated.

"You alright?"

"What do you think."

"We're gonna go get him."

"Ya' think tha' makes me feel better?" He pulled on a shirt that Janis had washed this morning, not commenting on it being clean or perfectly folded at the foot of his bed.

"No. But at least their trying."

"Tryin'? Maybe they shoulda tried not leave him for dead."

"Merle was being a dick. A methed out, drugged up dick."

"Why'd you come in here again?" He dropped onto his bed, fiddling with his knife.

"To make sure you were okay?"

"Well ya' sure doin' a stand up job."