TWD The day it happened

by madicur

This is going to be a short series/chapters of my idea on what happened the day of the outbreak to some individual characters. I do not know which certain characters i may write. Rick will not have his own chapter, even though he is mentioned in some of them, because he is in the hospital. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! M

4. Daryl

TWD~ The day it happened ~ Daryl

Chapter 4

Hey guys,

This one is going to be my Daryl chapter; I am going to try to keep the bad language to a minimum except for some words. So, then I am going to probably do the Merle chapter hopefully right after this. I have gotten a total of 43 views, which I am really happy about because I just made this account yesterday, so yeah. If you give me a review I will give you a shout out. But only if it's nice, lol or at least not mean. So here we go, enjoy

M

Daryl's POV

I wake up around daybreak. I quickly sneak out after getting dressed to go hunt with my crossbow. Before I leave I risk getting a bottle of water from the fridge, my dad is passed out on the couch. Drunk, as usual, hopefully he doesn't notice the missing bottle or I will pay for it when I get home. Stupid abusive Idiot, Merle was lucky he got out of the house when he did. I can't get a stupid job because of Merles reputation and my father's reputation. If only I could get a job then I would be out of this house in no time and into my own apartment. I listen to the radio in the old dodge truck that merle gave me. It says something about an incurable virus? More on the 4 o'clock news, interesting. Maybe I could get my father to catch the virus. Get him out of my hair. I stop the truck and hop out heading into the woods. I shoot a hare almost instantly. After a few hours of hunting I settle down by the river with 2 deer, would have been 3 but the last one was a doe, a pregnant doe, 1 hare, 5 squirrels and a wild turkey. I decide to sell 1 deer, the turkey and the hare. That will save 1 deer and 5 squirrels for me to save at home for dinners. I skin them, and head to the butchers. I am a regular seller there and he is one of my favorite customers, never did judge me by my families' reputation.

"Hey Daryl," The butcher hollers

"Hey, got you a deer, wild turkey and a hare if ya want it."

"Course I want it. For the deer how about 35? Turkey, 20 and hare 5?" The butcher would buy pretty much anything I wanted to sell even if it was crappy.

"Sounds good," I hand over the meat, take my money and on the drive home listen to the radio.

"The virus is spreading incredibly fast, if you get bit by one of these things, zombies you will die and turn into one. It is incurable, there will be a safety group in Atlanta, go there and you will be helped. The only thing that can kill one of them is a gunshot, or knife to the head." The radio turns off. I go home and pack my bag. Get my hunting knives my crossbow and a gun. Then take one glance at my small house, the house where I wasn't raised by anyone but myself and Merle. The house that was so lonely, especially when Merle left. The house that when he did leave my stupid abusive father practically killed me every day. If not with his beatings, or starving me, with his harsh words. I see him passed out. I leave a note of what has happened, then at the bottom I write, 'yeah, you weren't there for us, I am sure as h*ll aint going to be there for you, I am sure merle agrees too.' I leave locking the door so none of those things can get in. He needs to see that note. I get in the truck as merle pulls in the driveway.

"Hey little brother, you ditch the idiot in there?"

I nod my head, kinda disappointed that even after all he did I still locked that door instead of leaving it open inviting all the evil in. Merle nods and we move the meat in my truck to his cooler. We get in the car and pull out of the driveway, taking the back roads.

"Baby brother, we going to have a sh*t load of fun in this world." Merle says sarcastically. Then we drive off. Leaving the house behind us.

Not sure if it's good or not. Definitely not my best though. What did you guys think?

Let me know. The Dixon brothers are kind of hard to write, Daryl is the more emotional one, but they are still two tough guys so, yeah. Hope you liked!

Buh-bye for now

M