* Please review even though this story is finished. So I know people don't want to read stories where the girls can hunt and butcher animals but Jillian's history with it, is actually mine. My grandparents owned a butcher shop for sixty years before they sold it. I worked there off and on throughout my life. *
Jillian was sitting beside him in the front seat of her car while he drove. Her sister was sitting in the back, looking out the window. Jillian had a section of his shirt still twisted in her fingers. She wasn't looking at him either. He stole glances at the girls, moving from her and to her sister and back again. It didn't take long before Jocelyn noticed him and frowned at him.
" Look, we're twins, alright! Stop fucking staring at us." She snapped. Jillian looked at Daryl then back at her sister. He looked back at the road.
" I just ain't seen twins in real life before." He said.
" Jocelyn dyed her hair so people could tell us apart better." Jillian said softly.
It didn't take long to reach the camp. Everyone heard the car pulling up and had come around to see who it was. Jillian tighten her hold on his shirt as he stopped the car. Daryl looked at her but she wasn't looking at him. Her and Jocelyn's eyes were glued on the other survivors. He turned the car off and tugged his shirt away from her hand.
" We thought we were the only ones who made it." Jocelyn said softly.
" Well you ain't." Daryl said as he opened the car door.
" Who you got there, Daryl?" Dale asked as the girls got out of the car. They quickly clasped hands together.
" Looks like survivors to me." Daryl said.
" Welcome to our camp." Rick said as he came forward. " My name is Rick Grimes." He said as he held his hand out to them. Both Jillian and Jocelyn shyed away from him. " You have no reason to be scared, we won't hurt you." Jocelyn laughed.
" Yeah, we heard that one before." She said. Jillian tugged on her sister's hand.
" My name is Jillian, this is my sister, Jocelyn." She said.
" You girls' twins?" Dale asked. Jillian was looking for Daryl but he had wondered off.
" Yeah." Jillian said. Two blond girls came towards them with smiles.
" Do you have tents? We could help you get them set up. I'm Amy by the way." Amy said.
Amy showed them around the camp, telling them who had what tents. When she showed them where Daryl's tent was, Jillian decided to set their tent up next to his. Jillian told Amy she knew Daryl from before the outbreak when Amy looked at her like she was nuts. Jillian couldn't explain it to anyone, but she just felt better being around someone she knew.
After the girls were settled in, a few of the other survivors introduced themselves to them. Jillian and Jocelyn kept a tight grip of each other. They took an instant liking to Amy and Andrea who helped them set up their tents and carry things from their car. Jillian wanted to move her car closer to the tent but Daryl had taken the keys and not given them back to her. She had no idea where he went off to.
TWDTWD
Daryl was carefully walking through the forest, looking for something for dinner. A small rattling from his pocket got his attention. He frowned and put his hand in his pocket. He pulled out Jillian's car keys. She had three keys on the ring and a few charms. One of the charms was a picture of Jillian and Jocelyn. They were standing together in swim suits and smiles. Another charm was a black J and a third charm was of a small shot glass. He slipped the keys back into his pocket and carried on.
TWDTWD
Jillian and Jocelyn were sitting by the campfire later that day. Glen was sitting by Jocelyn, talking to the girls. Both girls were smiling at him and nodding when they needed too. Daryl came out of the woods with a few rabbits on his shoulder. He glanced over at them as the girls' laughter rang out. He narrowed his eyes and frowned. He walked over to them and caught Jillian's eyes.
" Hey." She said softly. He took her keys out of his pocket and tossed them to her.
" I didn't mean to take them." He said.
" It's okay." She said. Daryl nodded then walked away. Jillian stood up and followed after him.
" Dixon," She said. Daryl glanced behind him but kept walking. " Hey." She said. Daryl stopped by his tent to start getting the rabbits ready. " Look, will you talk to me?" She asked.
" What do you want to talk about?" He asked as he took his knife out. He sat down and started skinning a rabbit. Jillian sat down beside him, surprising him.
" Thanks for helping us." Jillian said. He nodded without looking at her. Jillian sighed after a few minutes of silence. " Listen, you and my sister are the only ones left that I actually know, so please don't ignore me or shut me out." He looked at her as his shoulders dropped.
" I ain't tryin to ignore you." He said. " I got a lot to do."
" Then let me help you." He raised his eyebrows up at her comment. She sighed again and looked away from him. " Forget it." She said. As she started to stand, Daryl reached out and grabbed her arm.
" You know how to skin a rabbit?" He asked as she looked at him. Jillian sat down and nodded.
" My parents owned a butcher shop before the outbreak. I worked there as a second job." She said. He smiled and looked away. " What?" She asked as she took the knife he offered her.
" Can't picture it, that's all." He said. He put a rabbit down in front of her.
" I'm more than just a bartender, you know." She said as she started quickly skinning the rabbit. Daryl stopped what he was doing and watched as she whipped the knife around. He looked at her face then smirked and looked away. Jillian paused in her movements. " What are you laughing at?" Daryl shook his head.
" Nothin. When you were behind the bar, just never pictured you butchin an animal, that's all." He said.
" I guess there is more to me than you thought." She said as she started working again.
They worked together in silence until all the rabbits were skinned and readied for cooking. He took the knife back from her and muttered a thanks before he walked away. He was shaking his head as he looked back at her. She was walking over to the fire with the rabbit in a bowl. He looked away before she saw him. There's something sexy about a woman who knows how to work with a knife, he thought to himself.