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Rated for violence, racial slurs, language, Merle's racist and foul mouth, and lastly upcoming sexual situations.

Disclaimers: I want Daryl as mine, hence me writing this story. Sadly however, The Walking Dead ain't mine, y'all.

Chapter 6: Heart of Gold

"Would you stop getting in ma' way?" The redneck slurred, rolling his sharp blue eyes as he kneeled down, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder and took a whiff of the air, eyeing a pair of hooved-prints.

Zenora simply huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning all of her weight on one leg. "Well, you acting like I wanted to come huntin' with you!"

Daryl Dixon gave her a wave with the back of his hand, before pressing on through a cut of thick underbrush. "Just stay outta' my way, girl." - "Can you comprehend that?"

"Mm." She grunted, rolling her eyes before taking a step over next to him. She watched as he dipped two of his fingers in the scattered feces of the deer they had started tracking just about thirty minutes ago. Zenora kneeled down as well, almost bumping her knee in the large mound of foul-smelling poo, until the Dixon brother let out a heavy sigh filled with annoyance, grabbing the collar of her plaid shirt.

With a forceful tug, she was back to her feet. "Let's get moving girl-"

"Zenora."

Daryl stopped his his tracks, swinging his crossbow over his shoulder and letting a hand fall to his hip. He inched his head forward, squinting his blue eyes. "What?"

Licking her lips, the light skinned woman stepped over the pile of deer-feces, nodding her head and looking into his eyes as if he was slow. "My." - "Name. Is. Ze-NORA." When Daryl rolled his eyes and kissed his teeth, she burst out in a light chuckle as he walked away hot with annoyance and anger.

"I ain't stupid!" She could hear him yell from a far, as she continued to laugh while attempting to catch up to him.

The pair continued their hunt for a wild buck that strayed far enough to make a run through the camp; the animal even ate a couple of the provisions the group of survivors had got to storing away for emergencies.

Zenora sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. She had grew tired of tracking the animal which always slipped from their grasp each and every time, straying away miles and miles from where the camp was set up at.

"Can't we just go find somethin' else to hunt, Daryl?" The light skinned woman huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

The youngest Dixon brother snorted, shaking his head at the complaining woman.

"See, that's what's wrong with y'all women, today."

"What?" - "What's wrong with us women, huh?" Zenora rolled her eyes, waiting for a response from the redneck.

"Y'all bitches are always complaining. Simple."

"Oh yeah?!"

"Yeah." He nodded, loading an arrow into his crossbow, before releasing it to shoot a squirrel. Zenora watched with a scowl on his face as he snatched the arrow from the small animal's dead carcass, collecting it in his firm and calloused hands as the squirrel fell from the tree it was pinned against.

"Us men bring all the food to the table." Daryl teased, waving the dead squirrel in Zenora's face, to which she swatted his hand away.

"Get that shit outta' my face."

"Proves alot, huh?" He smirked, attaching the dead squirrel to a string that he clipped to his belt. "My brother and I survived off squirrel meat for years, Ze-Nora," the red neck sighed, putting emphasis on the beginning of her name.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep, woman." - "We already 'stablisbed this."

"Well I bet I know one thing y'all Dixons ain't good at."

"And what's that?"

"Pleasing a lady."

When Daryl turned beet red, Zenora knew she struck a nerve.

Zenora's POV

I shook my head, when he waved me off once more. "No wonder the both of y'all stank so much." - "Eatin' squirrels and shit."

That comeback made a scowl form in the features of his face, I simply shrugged it off, twirling the handle of my frying pan around. Daryl opened his mouth to say something slick I bet but he was silent, automatically loading an arrow into his weapon. He motioned for me to duck and once I did, that arrow went flying fast with speed into the neck of one of them niggas.

Before more could be said, the sounds of low growls were heard. Daryl yanked me up to my feet, giving me a look that read they is coming.

Zenora be ready... I let out a heavy sigh, tightly gripping the plastic handle of my iron frying pan. When we both heard the sound of a small crackle in a nearby bush, we both had ourselves ready for what ever the hell was about to come.

Out of the bush came four walkers. Daryl easily loaded an arrow into his crossbrow, impaling one of them in the head. He then slung his crossbow over his shoulder, grabbing a large tree branch, swinging the makeshift club at the rotting head of the undead man.

I slightly winced at the blunt crack echoing through my ears as the branch connected with the side of the nigga's head, the striking sound of bones splitting.

I had no time to praise him, because of them niggas came charging at me!

Blowing a loose strand of hair from my face, I grasped the handle of my frying pan, bending my knees and raising my arms as if I was a batter on the baseball field. At the right moment, I swung my pan like a bat, smirking when it hit the nigga dead square in the face.

Another sound followed; the dull thud as the dead weight dropped to the grounds of the lush, Georgia forest. With a strangled cry, I brought the pan down a few more times onto its head to make sure he was dead for real.

As his partner came oozing blood from his mouth, I was nearly knocked back at his arm swaying fleetly across my face. The force was overwhelming, making me drop my only weapon. Before the nigga could lunge at me, Daryl saved my black ass again, shooting an arrow right in his eye.

I immediately finished the job, grasping my frying pan and smashing it down on his head; particularly that damn arrow sticking out of his eye. The sounds of its skull crunching filled my ears and when all four walkers were down and dead all that was left when we was done was a mess of skull, oozing blood and chunks of brains and goop.

It was satisfying sight, as I knew them damn people wouldn't be getting up to try rip me to shreds any time soon. I felt myself heaving as I panted for breath, my limbs tired and weakened from the tedious work of beating the dead men down.

"You alright?" I heard Daryl breath, panting himself. I gave him a small nod, holding up one finger to let him know that I needed a minute or two.

I let out a heavy sigh, using both hands to scratch my itching scalp. I loosened the scrunchie holding my now frizzy hair in place. As I shook my head, letting my hair feel some of that good breeze blowing through the forest, I heard Daryl snicker.

Turning around to face him, I shrug my shoulders. "What?" I asked, looking into his eyes. He seemed a bit shocked for what reason, I don't fucking know, but I felt my lips curve into a grin at the way his cheeks turned pink.

"Is you blushing, Daryl?" I asked him, placing my heads on my hips and leaning forward.

"Wh-What the hell is you talking 'bout girl?" He ignored my smug looks, shaking his head and mumbling to his self as he started gathering his arrows lodged in the stank flesh of the dead niggas.

Daryl sure was something. I thought to myself, watching his do his usual routine. He was a dingy redneck; huntin' squirrels and shit, cleaning his arrows by simply wiping the excess blood on the back of his jeans; but it was kinda' cute. I shook my head at the thought. If the girls and hoes back at home found out that I thought a redneck was at least cute, I'd be the laughingstock of the trap.

My thoughts were interrupted at the iron grasp on my shoulder. I was a bit confused at the moment, thinking Dale or Glenn followed us on the hunt or something, but that exact moment when a loud growl rang through my ears, I already knew it was one of them.

I knew I couldn't let out a scream, because just imagine if we killed four, and one came sneaking up on me. Imagine how many could be around in this one area!

"Daryl," I managed to squeak, while roughly elbowing the walker in the face. The tip of my elbow hit her in her milky eyes, causing the female nigga to be pushed back a bit. The redneck's eyes widened when he saw that I was defenseless, due to me being stupid enough to drop my melee weapon, in order to catch my breath. Gritting his teeth, he jerked one of the arrows lodged into one of the walker's throats with one tug.

Daryl immediately stabbed the sharpened tip into her head causing her to fall. "Ugly ass bitch." He spat. "Give me ma' damn arrow back."

He tugged on it, causing me to wince at the sticky and slimy blood coating it. When Daryl held out his arms, waving me over with a nudge of his head, I reluctantly stumbled towards him. Slowly he wrapped his around my waist.

"Now, Ze-Nora. Let me ask ya' again... are you sure yer' alright?"

I was now calm, and shrugged out of his hold. "Yeah." - "I'm fine and I think we should get out of this area, it seems to be crawling with the niggas." Daryl's eyes were a bit soft, looking into mine for a moment before he gave me a solid nod.

"Thanks for having my back." I sighed, as we walking down a trail, leading to back to the camp.

He nodded, but rolled his eyes. "Maybe you should get a real weapon other than a damn frying pan, girl." - "I mean, it's only black people that's actually think it is a suitable weapon, man."

I smirked but rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over his chest. Daryl Dixon had a heart of gold when it came to danger and saving asses. But now, he was back to his usual racist, redneck self. And I didn't mind it.

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"What the hell was that?" Merle asked his brother, quirking up a eyebrow as a scowl formed in the features of his face.

"We was nearly swarmed by them dead people, Merle." Daryl stared at his brother, ignoring the current cleaning he was giving to his older brother.

"And that fuckin' excuse still don't feed my empty stomach, dumbass." Merle stood up from the log he sat on as his eyes observed his brother's serious face. They then flickered to mine, glaring daggers into them. The oldest Dixon brother had a crazy look in his eyes, kind of making me feel uneasy. Daryl was the first to take a step forward. Merle did not move from his position as I followed close behind Daryl, ready to have his back like he had mine, in case anything went down.

"Look," he pointed area we had just came from. "It's fuckin' crawling with them geeks, man. They tried tuh' attack me and Ze-Nora here." He beckoned me with the nudge of his head.

"He ain't lying, Merle." I finally spoke, resting a hand on my hip. "Daryl had to save my ass twice in just one hunt, man. That buck..." I shook my head, thinking about the stupid animal and how I feel like it purposely lead me and Daryl into a trap. "that buck there... it musta' been long gone, 'cause we didn't find it. But he did getcha' some squirrels."

Merle snapped his mouth shut, rubbing his bald head as if he was trying to think of what I said. Maybe he had finally decided to lay off of Daryl's ass. We could go hunting again tomorrow and try to catch something else. Simple.

There wasn't no need to make a fuss over some fufu-lame bullshit. We had to survive in this broken world. Not kill each other over a damn animal we failed to hunt.

"Oh, shut the hell up, nigger." He snapped, clenching his fists. "You ain't got nothing to do with me and my God-damn brother." - "You was real lucky I felt awfully generous enough to stop Shane from whipping your black ass. Now get!" And just like that, he shooed me and Daryl away. Daryl ain't even stand his ground to that damn asshole Merle. He walked away as if it was nothing and stalked off to some random part of the camp... I looked like he walked a bit father away from the camp, isolating himself.

Furious as hell, I turned towards Merle wanting to give him a good beating. "You is the worst kind of human anyone could ever meet." I slurred, punching his in his mouth. He stepped back, in shock of the amount of strength my right hook had.

He rubbed his aching chin, narrowing his eyes at me, before grabbing my frizzy hair, that I damned myself for forgetting to tie it back up. With a rough tug he had me on my knees.

"At least I ain't no little, mooching black bitch!" That did it and my arm flung. I balled my fist up, rucking my thumb behind my clench fingers, punching him in his lower regions. Merle didn't fall like I hoped he would, and instead released his painful grasp on my hair. He recovered from the blow, knocking me in the mouth just like I did to him. And like a coward, the racist redneck stomped my stomach in a few times until when Shane and Lori appeared out of nowhere, jolting me up.

"'Member last time you tried something like that, you was nearly killed." Shane held his arms around my built stomach, pulling me away from Merle.

"The both of you need to calm the hell down so we can figure out what exactly is goin' on about or damn food supply!" Lori yelled, helping me to my feet when I nearly stumbled over.

Merle stared into my glaring brown eyes with a grin upon his lips. "Yeah," - "Good idea, Lori. Now, can we little sista'?"

Fuck him and fuck them.

"Whatever. Just let me go," I demanded. "And yeah, the last time it did happened, you was the one who nearly killed me." Shane released me and continued his investigation. I wasn't in the mood to stick around and hear his thoughts. I stormed off, more dramatically then usual.

"Bitch, get your ass back here," Shane called. "We was trying to help!"

Without taking another look at them, I spit blood from my mouth and then shouted, "Screw all of y'all."

A/N:

Okay, I know Zenora has been getting into fights lately... I'm sorry for that XD she is a strong black woman with high emotions.

Next chappie officially starts to follow the plot of The Walking Dead, as our survivors go on the run to the deadly city of Atlanta.

Anywho, I hope you all liked this chappie. I wanted to add more, but I was focused on providing the new update, so I ended it earlier than I truly intended. Also, Daryl and Zenora's relationship won't be moving as fast as it seemed to be... Give it at least five or six chappies... give or take one.

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