I love your writing! Quick question though: is the narrator just someone you made up, or even yourself? I was trying to figure out who it was during the first couple stories I read but all of my possibilities were mentioned in the stories, so I was just wondering. Again, amazing job!
Oh thank you love! It really all depends on the mini fic, each is written differently but mostly so people can imagine themselves in the main persons place. But thank you again!! <3
JUST A LITTLE LONGER UNTIL WE KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENED TO OUR BABIES AND AND AND ALL THE OTHER COOL SHIT BUT OH DAMN OUR BABY IS GOING TO BE BACK. DAAARRRRRRYYYYYLLLLL YOU ADORABLE SOB. But I wont be able to watch the episode till like Monday or so, so I’m gonna try and not come on Tumblr in case of spoilers… *cringes*
On another note, I finally have a AO3 account and am gonna try and post some older stories there, also my Walking Dead fiction which might be easier for y’all to read. http://archiveofourown.org/users/Mellifeathers/ So far I’m working on a Teen Wolf / Supernatural crossover but will be adding more stories to it later. <— Hint hint go check it out, I haven’t been sitting around doing nothing, my interests and love for shows often changes.
Anyway, new posts coming soon. Hope you liked the past few ones. I gotta get to work once again! Have a wonderful day everyone, much love and hugs xo.
Daryl flinched when I touched him to get his attention, I looked up at him as he looked surprised down at me and his eyebrows furrowed, giving him that intimidating glare.
"What?" he muttered rudely.
"Nothing, I’ll get it myself," I said climbing on top of the counter to grab a can of vegtables for tonights dinner from the top shelf from the Greene’s kitchen.
"You’re going to fall and bust yer head in," he said and I shrugged, grabbing the can and climbing down again.
"Survived it," I said and walked off, he was always so agressive and uptight around me, I hated it.
Later that night I sat by the fire as the rest had gone to bed. But from the woods I could see someone walking towards me, knowing Daryl had gone out for a hunt I didn’t raise any alarms but kept a eye on the walking shadow that came towards me. The flames made him look even more intimidating than before when he stepped into the light and he dropped a chain of hooked dead rabbits before my feet.
"Here, food," he said short off.
"Thanks Tarzan," I mocked for his lack of words. He turned away and left with his crossbow again and I huffed, taking the dead animals and bringing them inside for tomorrow.
The following day I was up early and had started to skin the animals for dinner. We would have a feast, and although Daryl didn’t say much to me, I was thankful for the food that we served for dinner. Everyone ate hungrily that night, complementing me on the dish. But Daryl remained silent, and when we were done he dumped his plate with the rest without saying anything.
"Was it good?" I asked, my last attempt at talking to him.
"Hmm," he said and I took it as a yes.
"You know you could be a little nicer to me," I told him and he turned to face me with a slight angry look on his face.
"You want me to hold your hand and prance through the meadow with you too princess?" he asked and I splashed him with water, being pissed off by him. He looked at me shocked like a mad cat.
"You know what you damn redneck, I don’t have to take this shit from you. You piss me the fuck off, get out of my face." Daryl looked at me surprised and cast his eyes down. He chuckled softly his anger fading.
"Damn, I am being a dick towards you huh?" he said and now it was my turn to look surprised, this was the most he had said to me since I met him.
"Yeah, actually you are. I don’t want to talk to you," I said and he looked a little hurt for a moment.
"I’m sorry," he said sheepishly. "I’m… just trying to keep my wall up," he said and I shrugged.
"I understand but you don’t have to be a douchewad about it," I muttered and he tilted his head and looked at me.
"Well, I’m actually being a dick because… I don’t know. You make me nervous," he said and I took a step back, hitting the sink.
"I make you nervous? Jeez, I almost peed my pants when I watched you step out of the shadows the other day, all angry looking and shit." Daryl laughed now and licked his lips before meeting my eyes again. Hell, the guy was attractive but the whole "bad boy" thing threw me off. You act like a bitch you’re gonna get punched like a bitch.
"I’m really really sorry," he said and I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"Why do I make you nervous?" Thats what I really wanted to know. He shrugged and I watched his cheeks flush red.
"I don’t know," he said wanting to turn away. I grabbed his arm and looked up into his eyes and started to smile, I could see it. He liked me?! And he knew that I could see it and was getting frustrated and more embaressed by the second, so I decided to lighten the mood.
"Because I’ve got bigger non exsisting balls than you do?" I whispered to him and his face dropped.
"That’s what you think, sunshine!" he roared and I laughed.
"It’s true! And you know it!" I said splashing him with water again. He did the same to me and laughed along, feeling more at ease now. Hell, if he liked me and was going to be nicer from now on, I might just give him a chance…
Daryl Dixon walked slowly through the abandoned bar, treading softly and being aware of any sounds and movement. He heard scuttling towards the back and held his breath as he moved in, throwing open the door and aiming for the person in front of him. The woman stared coldly into his eyes, carrying a shotgun of her own and her finger ready to pull the trigger.
"I ain’t got nothin’," she told him strictly not moving. He lowered his crossbow and stared at her for a moment, she looked like she had been through hell and back again.
"You alone?" he asked, voice rough but soothing.
"Nope, got my shotgun. All I need buddy," she said not lowering her weapon, ready to attack if necessary. She wasn’t going to get hurt again.
"You’re bleeding," he said looking at the gauze around her right arm. She shrugged.
"It’s nothing, I’m intact and thats all that counts."
"Did you get bit?" he asked looking her in the eyes. She shook her head.
"Bullet wounds, but why should I prove it to you? The hell you want from my bar?" she spit at him and he surpressed a small smile, he liked her attitude for some reason.
"We have a safe-zone," he said. "We’re living in the prison, about a hundred people. You’re more than welcome to come with me," he said and she lowered her shotgun. She tilted her head slightly as he kept his crossbow hanging by his side.
"I don’t mean no harm, and you’re safer in numbers," he said and the woman thought about it for a second. He was right, she had barely fought off the bandits and were pretty sure they would be coming back some day.
"How can I trust you?" she asked and he held out his hand to shake.
"My name is Daryl Dixon, you don’t have to trust me but I’m just trying to do what’s right." She looked at his hand and decided to shake it and give her name.
"Fine, let’s get going then. But I swear to the heavens, if you try anything boy, you’re heads gonna look like a splattered watermelon," she says while they walked out the front door and she pulled out a pistol to shoot a uncoming Walker. Daryl surpressed his smile and turned back to her.
"I don’t doubt that," he said climbing on his motorcycle. She looked at him and raised her eyebrow deciding if she should leave. Looking back at her bar she knows her rations are running low and she might as well take the chance. She rather die on her feet than die of hunger or a raid.
"Fine, get me out of this shithole," she mutters, climbing on the back of his motorcycle as they drive off.
"No! Don’t fucking touch me asshole or so help me I will shoot your balls off!" Daryl hears the young woman scream at one of the guys. He watches them stand at the edge of the forest, her clenching her fists ready to strike but he walks up to get in between them and stop the fight.
"Hey, what’s going on here?" Daryl asks and the young woman looks at him with fire in her eyes.
"None of your damn business boy!" she yells and he looks at her surprised.
"Shane, what the fuck did you do?" Daryl asks and Shane holds up his hands showing he meant no harm.
"I told her it would probably be best for her to stay at the farm, so I nudged her towards it," he says looking rather worrisome since she looked like she was about to explode.
"I can make decisions of my own thank you very much," she mutters raising her lip slightly with disgust. Men always thought that girls couldn’t defend themselves, she would prove them wrong. And the guy was lying, he had said to let the "big boys" handle it.
"I’m just saying it’s dangerous out there, and you-" she suddenly pulls her pistol making Daryl raise his crossbow if she wanted to attack them and she shoots right past Shane, taking down a oncoming Walker. She grabs the hunting knife that was strapped to her hip and walks past the guys, killing another one easily. Putting her weapons back in her holsters she crosses her arms over her chest with her eyebrows raised looking at the two men.
"You were saying motherfuckers?" she asks with a slight grin on her face.