The French Girl

Hey guys, I still don't own anything from the Walking Dead but I do own Antoinette Molle and Pierre Molle! Enjoy chapter 3?

PS: We meet Rick in this one! :D Looking forward to it!

-O-

It was late afternoon when Antoinette and Daryl finally returned from their hunt because it just wasn't working. They decided that they'd come back, eat and then head back on out. She sided that it'd be alright and that it'd be a little cooler as well. At the moment, Daryl and Antoinette were walking side by side, her bow on her shoulder and gun in her pants. They didn't say anything, looking for tracks and any sign of REAL life.

"It's really hot today," Annie whispered, looking over the ground carefully. Sure she wasn't as good at hunting or tracking as Daryl was but she was learning. He grunted his reply causing her to fall even quieter.

Alright, ignore me…that's cool too. Antoinette thought. She fell quiet and soon noticed tracks. She pointed them out to Daryl and soon they were following them. They found two squirrels.

They raised their bows at the same time, Antoinette going for the squirrels on the right well Daryl went for the one on the left. They shot. They hit the squirrels dead on, Daryl in the eye and Antoinette hit hers right in the temple.

"Good hit," Annie told him as she watched him walk forward, picking up both squirrels.

"Thanks." Daryl replied as he set the squirrels carefully into his bag. "Let's go get that deer."

She followed after him, following right into step.

-O-

They had been tracking the deer for awhile now when they decided it was time to head towards the camp since the deer was heading that way. They were lucky but sadly…luck did not stay on their side. Antoinette and Daryl followed their weapons at the ready and what not, and she narrowed her eyes when she heard screams. She looked at Daryl as if he knew the answer and he didn't, she took off. Daryl went after her, but was quieter and less likely to draw walkers than her.

Annie prayed that Pierre was alright.

They found the group's men standing around a walker and a dead half bloody deer, and Antoinette noted they were ready to attack her. She narrowed her eyes as she came out of her hiding place, Daryl right behind her.

"Jesus," Shane mumbled.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl cursed glaring at the gray walker who had had his head chopped off (they would later find out it was Dale who chopped the head off). Annie frowned as she stepped around the awful creature with a clear look of displeasure. The deer was supposed to be dinner. "That's my deer!"

Antoinette rolled her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips. She shook her head. "Shut up Daryl, the walker got it first." She sighed.

"Look at it! All gnawed on by this…." Daryl trailed off before he kicked at the dead walker.

She noticed that there was a new guy, standing and staring at Daryl like he was a monster. It upset her but she didn't say anything. Before he could curse, she shot him a look. "There are kids, Daryl. Shut up!" She ordered, in a hiss.

Daryl shot her a warning look, and she narrowed her eyes right back daring him to go against her. Dale sighed. "Stop it son, that aren't gonna do anything." Dale said with a heavy sigh.

"What do you know about, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'on golden pond'?" He snapped at poor Dale.

Annie rolled her eyes. "Stop having a hissy fit, you sound like a damn little girl who didn't get the guy she wanted to ask her out. And yes I know you've been tracking the deer, I was helping! So stop complaining!" She ordered, "Cretin!"

Daryl grumbled as he shot her a look. "Fuck off girly."

"Make me!" She didn't care that she sounded like she was 5— she was damn well down of his complaining. She took a quick look at the group, noting how disgusted everybody looked at the sight of the deer and Daryl went on ranting about it.

Antoinette looked over, seen Andrea with Amy and seen Pierre standing nearby, with his weapon of choice— an ax— covered in blood. She also noticed that the walker's leg was chopped off. Smooth Pierre. Daryl was still going on about how the deer was going to be dinner, and how good it would have been.

"Think we could go around the chewed up part right here?" Daryl asked, looking over the deer as he took out his arrows from its body. Antoinette sighed.

"I would not risk that," Shane said holding his gun. Daryl looked at him, raising his eyebrow in question.

"That's a damn shame," Daryl mumbled looking over the deer.

Antoinette moved in before the group got so pissed off at him. "We got some deer, at least a dozen." She smiled slightly, knowing she was the more favored hunter. "We could cook 'em up, whatcha think?"

Then, the head of the walker made a sound and opened its mouth as if its food would walk in and let it eat them. Antoinette made a face.

"Oh god!" Amy's mouth dropped open. Andrea pulled her sister away quickly.

"Come on people, what the hell?" Daryl lifted his crossbow and pointed it at the walker, shooting it in the head, killing it. "It's gotta be the brain. Don' y'all know nothin'?" He said as he took out the arrow from its brain.

The stranger followed Daryl, watching him.

Antoinette followed Daryl towards the camp, frowning as she fell into step. "That was mean."

"It wasn' suppose ta be nice either." Daryl replied. They kept walking. "Merle!" He called out for his brother. "MERLE! Get your ugly ass out here!"

He went on ranting about the damn squirrels. Antoinette shook her head as she sighed, holding onto her weapons and placed her hands on her hips since her weapons were hooked onto her. "Daryl, slow up a bit. I need to talk to you." Shane said as he put his gun into the back of a truck.

"'Bout what?" Daryl asked.

"About Merle," Shane replied. "There was a— there was a problem in Atlanta."

Antoinette frowned when she heard this, and stepped closer towards Daryl. She didn't like where this was going. "He dead?" Daryl finally asked.

Annie wanted to pull him into her arms, but she knew Daryl wasn't the hug-y type. She didn't like where this was going at all. "We're not sure." Shane finally said.

She snapped. "How can you not be sure? Either he's dead or he's not." Antoinette spoke up, and she caught Daryl looking at her looking pretty proud.

Daryl nodded. "She's right. He either is or he ain't!"

"There is no easy way to say this," The new guy said walking forward.

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked right as Antoinette moved a little closer. She didn't really like this guy at the moment, but she felt like she should protect Daryl which caused him to glare at her.

"Rick Grimes." Rick answered.

Annie stepped forward, "You're close enough— did you cause Merle to…to be left behind?" She asked angrily. She hated the older Dixon but he meant a lot to Daryl— and Daryl did so much for her, she should give him something back. Rick frowned.

Daryl crossed his arms over his chest. "Rick Grimes, you got somethin' ya wanna ta tell me?" He asked clearly pissed off.

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him to a roof to a piece of metal. He's still there." Rick replied simply, well T-Dog neared the group holding wood.

Annie knew nobody else could see it, she wasn't even sure if she seen it but there was a flash of pain then anger in Daryl's face. "How do you know he's still there, much less alive?" Annie asked, stepping in.

"This ain't ya fight, Annie!" Daryl growled. He turned his eyes onto Rick. "Hold on, let me process this! You're sayin' ya handcuffed my brother to a roof and then you left him there!?"

Antoinette noticed he called her 'Annie' but she didn't say anything.

"Yeah." replied Rick.

Daryl was getting really pissed off. Then, Daryl went at him. "HEY!" shouted Shane as he tackled Daryl to the ground. Daryl fought back but Shane was trained for this sort of thing, and they were both equally matched. Antoinette felt her brother's hands on her shoulders to stop her from getting into more trouble. She turned her eyes onto Rick and glared. "How could you?" She mouthed angrily at him.

T-Dog came over, "Hey watch the knife!"

Daryl had taken out his hunting knife.

Antoinette pulled away from Pierre and went to stop Daryl from hurting anybody. She knew he was going to regret this later. He was always the kinder Dixon. "Daryl, come on— stop—"

"Don' get in this, bitch. I ain't some kid ya need ta protect. I'ma man!" he shouted at her.

But still, Daryl went to stab Rick. Shane and Rick teamed up to stop him. Annie couldn't take it and went at them, pushing them off Daryl, frowning deeply. "This isn't helping anybody!" She shouted. All three men were panting and glaring. "This is all worthless! But ya had no right, Rick! Merle maybe has caused trouble before, but he was worth it. He helped protect everybody here. He fed 'em too. So Pourquoi? POURQUOI?!" she shouted.

They were all quiet. Lori was staring, holding onto Carl— Carol holding Sophia, Amy and Andrea holding onto one another. It was all wrong but so normal. Antoinette glared at each one of the three fighting men. She shook her head. Pierre blinked. "So I wanna hear your side, Rick? And Shane, back up! Daryl! You best be good!" Antoinette knew she wasn't the leader, never wanted to be, but she was taking the lead at the moment.

Rick sighed. "What I did was not on a whim— your brother does not work or play with others." Rick tried to explain.

"It ain't Rick's fault," Rick, Daryl, Antoinette and Shane looked over to find T-Dog. "I had the key….I dropped it."

"And ya couldn' pick it up?" Daryl asked angrily.

"Well," T-Dog began, "I dropped it down a drain."

Antoinette rubbed her forehead before turning to Daryl. "Come on Dixon, let's get you cleaned up." She knew he was hurting and would want to get away from the others. He glared at her.

"I ain't no pussy! I can take care of myself!"

She frowned but allowed for him to get up before she followed. She knew he needed her right now. T-Dog tried to make it better by saying he had locked the door and Rick stood up for him. Daryl wiped his eye angrily. "To hell with y'all!" he snapped. "Just tell me where he is— so I can go find 'em."

Antoinette noted the broken sound in his voice. The pain. She wanted to help. Lori said Rick would help, show him. "I'm goin' back." Rick said nodding.

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Whoop, chapter 3! :D Umm next chapter they go back to Atlanta. And I'm going to start updating every Monday, kay? MONDAY. So um yeah, review? Please? It'd mean a lot to me!