A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! mrskaz453 so glad you agree about Daryl/Carol I always just thought Carol was more of a mother to Daryl too! But to each their own. P.S. Writing accents is so hard!
When I entered the tent Daryl was sitting on the sleeping bag next to his clothes. I looked at his head and saw dried blood still around the cut and realized that I didn't actually bring anything to clean it.
"I'm sorry let me just run and get some water to clean your head. I'll be back in a minute."
I didn't even wait for his response before leaving the tent and running towards mine. I quickly got a water bottle and rag before running back towards Daryl's tent. When I got back into the tent I saw Daryl sitting in the same spot, but he was scrubbing at his forehead with the gauze. I looked down and saw a bottle near his knee.
"Did I get the blood off." He was looking up at me while he pulled the gauze away. His eyes were the lightest I'd seen them and the left side of his mouth was pulled up slightly. I was furious, mostly from embarrassment.
"Why didn't you say you already had something to clean it with?"
"Ya didn' give me much time 'for runnin' off."
"Give me that!" I took the gauze from his hand. I took a hold of his chin and started to wipe off his forehead. It was useless because he had already cleaned the blood off, but said I was going to help him so I would. I was probably being too rough because Daryl was moving quite a bit.
"Stop squirming; just think about something else. What were you doing running through the woods to the lake anyway?"
"Got caught up tracking a deer. Stupidly followed the tracks into a patch of poison oak. If you wash it off quick enough sometimes it won' itch."
"You can tell what's poison oak."
"Can tell what a lot of plants are if ya take the time to learn it." Was that some sort of offer to teach me? Daryl doesn't really seem like the type to flirt, but if he was something involving the woods would be about as sweet as it would get. I could feel myself blushing and I didn't know if I had the guts to spend more time with Daryl, but this might be my one chance.
"Well do you think you could teach me." As I asked I handed him the two pills and the bottle he had. He quickly dry swallowed the pills before taking a quick drink.
"Don' know if that'd be a good idea. Ya probably won' like all the work."
"Well it would be a good idea to have another person who could navigate the woods well and I could help with your hunting." I almost wished he would call my bluff, I really don't want to deal with dead animals.
"How could ya help me with hunting?"
"Well I could carry things?" Maybe it sound as stupid as I thought or maybe he had trouble carrying things while he hunted. The look on his face did not say he was buying it. He stood up and moved towards the door. He held it open and looked back at me.
"Come on let's go see if they have food ready." I followed him towards the main camp and tried not to look to sad over my rejection as a hunting partner. Before we reached the main camp Daryl turned towards me.
"Tomorrow when I go huntin' ya can come, but its your one chance. If ya make too much noise or slow me down then I'll send ya back. It probably is a good idea to start teaching others how to hunt though." He turned and started walking towards camp again, as I just stared after him.
I never thought I would be so thrilled to spend the day hiking through the woods.