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It Could Be Worse [Lewd Misconduct and randomname98766789]
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Fennec
Who are you when no one is watching?
- Joined
- Feb 5, 2015
I shouldn’t have left. With bated breath, Nora McAdams lumbered through the forest with nowhere to go. Each step seeming harder than the last, but she knew she shouldn't stop. After travelling for three hot days, she realized she wasn’t cut out for living in the woods. Water was low, food was hard to come by, and her skin was starting to burn from the sun. Even so, her hideout had been overrun by walkers for the third time, she knew staying in city was a death wish. There were too many blind spots, too many people looking for shelter, food. She couldn’t afford to get caught by anything or anyone. It was hard sometimes – to walk past people who were injured or alone. After spending three years in a profession where it was her duty to help and care for people, turning her back felt wrong. And even though life in the forest was scarce, she couldn’t help feeling like she might’ve made the wrong decision. What was she going to do when the food ran out? Yeah she could build a fire, but she couldn’t hunt. Hell even if she could, she was too scared the smoke would attract unwanted attention. She could handle the a few walkers but people were a different story. There were no buildings to hide in. No diversions. It was too late to turn back now though. She didn’t even remember how to get back to the main road.
Tired and with nowhere to go she paused at a tree to catch her breath. It was hot being dressed in black boots, skinny jeans, and a white long sleeved shirt but it protected her a bit more if a walker ever grabbed her and kept her warm during the colder nights. No one said survival would be a walk in the park. The sun was thankfully starting to set and with any luck, she’d be able to find a tree sturdy enough for her to hide out in. Squatting down, she dropped her backpack and pulled out the canteen to moisten her parched throat.
Nora heard them before she saw them and knew then it was too late to do anything. Dropping her water, her hand immediately went to the knife at her belt as she turned towards the voices, body tense, eyes alert. Her heart jumped as she saw three men slowly approaching her. The two on the outside seemed unarmed, but the one in the middle held a machete in his hands.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” With each step they took towards her, she took one back. A quick assessment told her she couldn’t out run them. While one was fat, the other two seemed like they’d have no problem catching up to her as tired as she was. Licking her lips she scanned the area to see if there were any walkers around, anything at all really that could help her. With her pulse sounding in her ears, and her breath heightening, she knew she was in trouble. Calm down Nora. The grip on her knife tightened as she finally opened her mouth.
“If you’re looking for supplies my bag is right behind you. Take what you want and leave. I don’t want any trouble.” The man in the middle laughed while the other two look her up and down, smirks on their cracked lips.
“Oh it’s not your supplies we want honey, but we’ll be sure to use those too.” The middle one who spoke a d who she assumed was their leader, tightened his grip on his weapon while the other two drifted away from him and stalked closer to her. His voice was light but she heard his gruff intentions clearly. She knew the look in their eyes. She’d seen in it many times since everything went to shit. People dropped their facades of morality when there was no one to stop them, not justice system to keep them off the streets. She’d witnessed the brutality of men when they cornered women in the streets while people were too crazed to notice. Sheremembered feeling guilty for not helping them, for thinking of herself. Her job was to save people, yet she turned a blind eye. Maybe this was karma. Or maybe she was just the idiot who should’ve been more aware of her surroundings. She let her guard down when she shouldn’t have.
“Don’t do this.” She couldn’t keep the tremor from her voice when she spoke. She wouldn’t admit it, and hoped she didn’t show it, but she was afraid. Their leaders eyes, lightened at her plea. The ice in them made it clear that he had not sympathy, no
compassion.
“Don’t do what? You? Oh I’m afraid I can’t agree to that. You see it’s been a long time since we’ve had some fresh meat and you just don’t give that up. Boys.” With a nod in Nora’s direction the other two sprinted towards her and she immediately turned to run. She managed a couple of minutes before they caught up to her, one of them snatching the back of her tank top and pulling her to the ground. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs, but it didn’t stop her from lashing out with her knife. A loud curse let her know she hurt one of them but it didn’t stop the other from stomping on her hand. A cry escaped her throat as pain shot through her wrist and she dropped the knife.
“You little bitch!” A kick to her stomach had her seeing spots as a hand wrapped around her throat until she couldn’t breathe, and a face came into her line of vision. It was the fat one. He bent down to straddle her while the other grabbed her arms and held them down so she wouldn’t fight. His breath smelled stale and sick as he leaned into her.
“I’m gonna have some fun with you!” No, no, no. She tried to buck the man off, but it was no use, it only made the man on top of her more excited as he backhanded her twice with enough force to draw blood.
“Now not too rough Martin. What’s the point of fucking her if you mess up that pretty face her hers? Kyle tie her hands and feet.” She wheezed in air as the hand around her neck was removed and her shirt was ripped open. Closing her eyes, she fought the urge to cry as hands squeezed her breast before they forced her onto her stomach and pushed her face into the ground. Bile rose in her throat as she felt hands on her back and fought against the restraints with renewed vigor, but it was no use. The feeling of fingers at the waist of her pants had her protesting again as she tried to think of anything that would help her. This wasn’t how she wanted to die. She didn’t want someone to find her broken and raped. Helpless. She’d rather die.
“NO! You fucking piece of shit! Get off me!” The snarl ripped from her throat as she felt hands teasing the waistband of her jeans and knew they were toying with her.
“Now don’t be that way. I like when you struggle baby, but that’s only gonna make it harder for you.” The amusement in their leader's voice made her want to scream. He dropped the machete next to her head, taunting her. It wasn’t long before she heard the sound of his jeans unzipping and her jaw clenched as she tried, and failed, to prepare for what was about to happen.
“Now why don’t you take a break and save that energy for my other two brothers?”
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Pulsar
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- Dec 22, 2014
- Location
- United States
The word “safe haven” was just a myth to Daryl Dixon after what had just happened. It was just too much for him to take in at one time. Loss, devastation, turmoil… all of these words described what had just transpired. Firstly, seeing that Randall had become a walker without being bitten or scratched was unnerving. It did not make the slightest bit of sense, but, when did anything make sense now? Recalling the final events at the farmhouse, there must have been thousands of the walking dead roaming around the place. Rick and Carl did not understand what they had brought upon the group with one single gunshot. The situation was made even worse when the old man at the farm, Hershel Greene, seemed to dissent their idea of leaving and claimed that it was his farm and that he would die on it. Daryl was the only one who could stay calm enough to think. He was happy with that attribute he had- the ability to stay calm in a volatile situation.
The first order of business was rescuing Carl and Rick from the barn. Daryl led on his motorcycle and saw that the barn had went up in flames. It was definitely something of Rick’s doings. Even worse, Daryl felt like Jimmy’s death was on his head. He sent the young boy into Dale’s RV to try and save Rick but the sheriff and his son were able to jump on top of the RV and into the hunter Otis’ truck. Jimmy did not have the same fate, however, as the walkers broke through and killed the poor boy.
Daryl can’t quite recall how many different vehicles were used to escape the farm and he wasn’t even sure who had made it off until a while down the road. Carol had hitched a ride with him on his motorcycle and Daryl wasn’t hesitant at all on leaving the farm. Everything seemed so corrupt now and there were so many questions to be answered. Hell, he didn’t know if they had answers at all. Survival was the only thing that was important now, though, and the need to survive has driven him so far and it’s worked.
The reunion of the group somewhere along the highway was rather bittersweet. He found out that Shane, Jimmy, and Patricia were no longer alive. Carol, however, did say that there’s a chance that Andrea was alive. Even though that Daryl was probably the most distant member of the group, he was the first to volunteer to go look for her but Rick stopped him, telling him there was no way to find her. Reluctantly, he did not go because he knew that the man was right.
Later on, down some old country rode, the caravan was out of gas. Acting as the leader still, Rick said that they’d camp out along the road and scavenge in the morning. After some arguing – they always argue over something – it was finally agreed to do just that. A deep, dark secret though was revealed when Randall turning without being bitten or scratched was brought up. At the CDC, Dr. Jenner had told Rick that everyone is infected and everyone will turn unless the brain is destroyed.
That news about put Daryl over the edge. Even worse, Rick had not told anyone and the results could have been worse. Around the campfire, questions about Rick’s leadership lead to more arguments and hostility. Carol wanted Daryl to lead them as a “man of honor” but Daryl knew he was no leader, he just did his own thing, normally. Another secret was shown to the group, having heard that Shane staged the incident with Randall in an attempt to kill Rick, therefore, the sheriff had no choice. Following that, (surprise), more arguments, shouting, and just hostility in the group was seen on display. The group was in such turmoil. Rick offered anyone who wanted to leave to go on ahead and do so but there were no takers. After claiming that it was no longer a democracy, Rick walked off to do whatever it is that Rick does in his alone time. A bit later, Rick called Daryl over. Shane was dead now and that meant Rick needed another right-hand man. Daryl was the best suited for this job and gave him a curt nod. Rick confided in him that a structure was looming in the distance, a prison it seemed. It could be beneficial but before he moved his people, he wanted Daryl to check out the surroundings in the woods. It was just about to get dark so he needed to hurry and make sure they were not being watched.
Daryl soon started walking, deeper and deeper into the woods. He got a head count of everyone in his mind, just to keep track of everything and everyone. It was him, Rick, Lori, Carl, Glenn, Carol, T-Dog, Maggie, Hershel, and Beth. Ten survivors. Maybe eleven, Andrea was pending. It seemed like so much less though, it was a very difficult time for them.
Personally, he hated doing this but it was for the best. If there was some threat, he could warn his group. Like it had been noted by everyone, Daryl was the most distant person of the entire group of ten people, but he probably cared the most about every single person. He felt awful about the loss of the four, perhaps five people they suffered earlier that day. He did not know a couple of them for long at all, it had only been over a week since arriving to the farm.
The crunches of leaves and branches on his way was annoying him, thinking of how easy he could be spotted. Thankfully, he took slow and careful steps and was able to hear a commotion before anyone noticed him. Crouching against a tree that hid him with its limbs, he was able to see such a terrible sight. A blonde woman was laying on the ground with her hands tied and her feet tied. Her shirt was ripped open and she appeared to be bleeding around her face. He watched as one of the three men straddled her and pulled down her pants after seeing him unzip his own pants.
Daryl wanted to find a way out of this and help the woman. He noted the only weapon that was visible was a machete that was on the ground. The men were paying no attention to it though, all too focused on the sick “fun” they were having. Surprisingly selfless, Daryl would never leave a stranger to this kind of harm. He had to be one of the nicest people around the world now it seemed. People did awful things when faced with the task of survival.
Slowly moving to the edge of the tree line that hid him, he angled it perfectly and quickly stepped out right at the machete, stomping his foot on it so no one other than himself could retrieve it. His crossbow was loaded and aimed at the man’s skull whom was on the woman.
“You’ve got three seconds to get out of here or I will put an arrow in between your eyes.”
The hick looked quite intimidating to the man as he stood in the shadows. His hair was getting longer and his gruff beard was starting to show in patches on his face. Daryl was serious about this, too, and the look in his eyes showed it.
Of course, he didn’t want to kill anyone, but anyone who thinks raping is okay to do if there’s no laws stopping them deserved to be shot in his opinion. What if it was one of his members in the same situation? He would want someone to help.
“Who the hell is this?”
The fatter man snapped and looked at Daryl as the skinniest man that was pinning down the woman had now stood up. To show that there was no playing going on here, Daryl turned his crossbow on the fatter man and released it, hitting him in his left shoulder, right where he aimed it. His accuracy with that weapon was so deadly.
“What the fuck?!”
He shouted, doubled over in pain.
“I’m being generous. Leave now or the next one goes into your skull. All of you.”
Daryl spat back at them and watched them slowly back away, hands up as to show they had no weapons. Soon enough, the men disappeared into the trees and the shadows and the night engulfed them. Daryl stood there cautiously another few moments to make sure that they didn’t try anything slick or try to come back.
Once that was taken care of, he looked at the woman and laid down his crossbow.
“I’m not going to hurt you…”
The hick said in a surprising soft, caressing voice. That voice is something that no one would normally suspect to come from him. It was at the opposite end of the spectrum compared to the tone he just had with the men. Slowly, to show that he wasn’t going to hurt her, he knelt by the woman and took out his knife, cutting the ropes at her hands and then at her feet. He watched her for a moment before removing his own shirt and holding it out to her.
“Here…”
He commented simply, seeing that her shirt was ruined and knowing she would want to be covered, especially after this that just happened.
The first order of business was rescuing Carl and Rick from the barn. Daryl led on his motorcycle and saw that the barn had went up in flames. It was definitely something of Rick’s doings. Even worse, Daryl felt like Jimmy’s death was on his head. He sent the young boy into Dale’s RV to try and save Rick but the sheriff and his son were able to jump on top of the RV and into the hunter Otis’ truck. Jimmy did not have the same fate, however, as the walkers broke through and killed the poor boy.
Daryl can’t quite recall how many different vehicles were used to escape the farm and he wasn’t even sure who had made it off until a while down the road. Carol had hitched a ride with him on his motorcycle and Daryl wasn’t hesitant at all on leaving the farm. Everything seemed so corrupt now and there were so many questions to be answered. Hell, he didn’t know if they had answers at all. Survival was the only thing that was important now, though, and the need to survive has driven him so far and it’s worked.
The reunion of the group somewhere along the highway was rather bittersweet. He found out that Shane, Jimmy, and Patricia were no longer alive. Carol, however, did say that there’s a chance that Andrea was alive. Even though that Daryl was probably the most distant member of the group, he was the first to volunteer to go look for her but Rick stopped him, telling him there was no way to find her. Reluctantly, he did not go because he knew that the man was right.
Later on, down some old country rode, the caravan was out of gas. Acting as the leader still, Rick said that they’d camp out along the road and scavenge in the morning. After some arguing – they always argue over something – it was finally agreed to do just that. A deep, dark secret though was revealed when Randall turning without being bitten or scratched was brought up. At the CDC, Dr. Jenner had told Rick that everyone is infected and everyone will turn unless the brain is destroyed.
That news about put Daryl over the edge. Even worse, Rick had not told anyone and the results could have been worse. Around the campfire, questions about Rick’s leadership lead to more arguments and hostility. Carol wanted Daryl to lead them as a “man of honor” but Daryl knew he was no leader, he just did his own thing, normally. Another secret was shown to the group, having heard that Shane staged the incident with Randall in an attempt to kill Rick, therefore, the sheriff had no choice. Following that, (surprise), more arguments, shouting, and just hostility in the group was seen on display. The group was in such turmoil. Rick offered anyone who wanted to leave to go on ahead and do so but there were no takers. After claiming that it was no longer a democracy, Rick walked off to do whatever it is that Rick does in his alone time. A bit later, Rick called Daryl over. Shane was dead now and that meant Rick needed another right-hand man. Daryl was the best suited for this job and gave him a curt nod. Rick confided in him that a structure was looming in the distance, a prison it seemed. It could be beneficial but before he moved his people, he wanted Daryl to check out the surroundings in the woods. It was just about to get dark so he needed to hurry and make sure they were not being watched.
Daryl soon started walking, deeper and deeper into the woods. He got a head count of everyone in his mind, just to keep track of everything and everyone. It was him, Rick, Lori, Carl, Glenn, Carol, T-Dog, Maggie, Hershel, and Beth. Ten survivors. Maybe eleven, Andrea was pending. It seemed like so much less though, it was a very difficult time for them.
Personally, he hated doing this but it was for the best. If there was some threat, he could warn his group. Like it had been noted by everyone, Daryl was the most distant person of the entire group of ten people, but he probably cared the most about every single person. He felt awful about the loss of the four, perhaps five people they suffered earlier that day. He did not know a couple of them for long at all, it had only been over a week since arriving to the farm.
The crunches of leaves and branches on his way was annoying him, thinking of how easy he could be spotted. Thankfully, he took slow and careful steps and was able to hear a commotion before anyone noticed him. Crouching against a tree that hid him with its limbs, he was able to see such a terrible sight. A blonde woman was laying on the ground with her hands tied and her feet tied. Her shirt was ripped open and she appeared to be bleeding around her face. He watched as one of the three men straddled her and pulled down her pants after seeing him unzip his own pants.
Daryl wanted to find a way out of this and help the woman. He noted the only weapon that was visible was a machete that was on the ground. The men were paying no attention to it though, all too focused on the sick “fun” they were having. Surprisingly selfless, Daryl would never leave a stranger to this kind of harm. He had to be one of the nicest people around the world now it seemed. People did awful things when faced with the task of survival.
Slowly moving to the edge of the tree line that hid him, he angled it perfectly and quickly stepped out right at the machete, stomping his foot on it so no one other than himself could retrieve it. His crossbow was loaded and aimed at the man’s skull whom was on the woman.
“You’ve got three seconds to get out of here or I will put an arrow in between your eyes.”
The hick looked quite intimidating to the man as he stood in the shadows. His hair was getting longer and his gruff beard was starting to show in patches on his face. Daryl was serious about this, too, and the look in his eyes showed it.
Of course, he didn’t want to kill anyone, but anyone who thinks raping is okay to do if there’s no laws stopping them deserved to be shot in his opinion. What if it was one of his members in the same situation? He would want someone to help.
“Who the hell is this?”
The fatter man snapped and looked at Daryl as the skinniest man that was pinning down the woman had now stood up. To show that there was no playing going on here, Daryl turned his crossbow on the fatter man and released it, hitting him in his left shoulder, right where he aimed it. His accuracy with that weapon was so deadly.
“What the fuck?!”
He shouted, doubled over in pain.
“I’m being generous. Leave now or the next one goes into your skull. All of you.”
Daryl spat back at them and watched them slowly back away, hands up as to show they had no weapons. Soon enough, the men disappeared into the trees and the shadows and the night engulfed them. Daryl stood there cautiously another few moments to make sure that they didn’t try anything slick or try to come back.
Once that was taken care of, he looked at the woman and laid down his crossbow.
“I’m not going to hurt you…”
The hick said in a surprising soft, caressing voice. That voice is something that no one would normally suspect to come from him. It was at the opposite end of the spectrum compared to the tone he just had with the men. Slowly, to show that he wasn’t going to hurt her, he knelt by the woman and took out his knife, cutting the ropes at her hands and then at her feet. He watched her for a moment before removing his own shirt and holding it out to her.
“Here…”
He commented simply, seeing that her shirt was ruined and knowing she would want to be covered, especially after this that just happened.
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Fennec
Who are you when no one is watching?
- Joined
- Feb 5, 2015
All Nora wanted to do was try and numb the inevitable pain she was sure to feel, but the situation she was in seemed to have just the opposite effect. She could feel the stabbing pain in her wrist from where they’d stepped, her lip and cheek was pulsing and warm from the blood that still oozed from the wound they’d inflicted on her. The weight of the man on top of her restricted her breathing and lying on her stomach only served to irritate her already sore ribs. Her body was more sensitive than ever, every nerve ending alive and alert. She didn’t want to feel this, didn’t want to experience what was happening to her. She didn’t want to remember but the feel of their hands on her body were already leaving marks she’d never forget. She and the men around her were so focused on what was happening that the sudden foot near her face caused her to flinch as she feel the air around her shift.
She couldn’t see who it was or where he came from, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to her where his words and whether he would make good on them. Get them off me. Please, please, “Please.” It took a moment for her to comprehend the mantra repeating in her head fell from her lips as well. He was only one man, but the hope he gave her had tears falling from her eyes as she heard something slicing into flesh and the pained shout of one of the men. It wasn’t long before she felt the weight of the skinnier man’s body leave and she immediately rolled over, her blue eyes darting to each of the men around her. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the newcomer. She was surprised to see he didn’t look much different from the men who wanted to rape her. He was just as scruffy, just as rough around the edges and she thought for a moment if she was leaving one horror only to face another. Her shoulders tightened at the thought and as the men quickly retreated and he turned towards her, she found that she had no way to defend herself.
But as her eyes met his, she saw something different in them, something she could maybe trust. And when he finally spoke, she released the breath she never knew she’d been holding. His voice was now quiet and warm, compared to what she’d heard only moments ago. Regardless, she didn’t so much as blink as he knelt in front of her, her body stiff as a rod while he cut the ropes that bound her. Being this close to him made her nervous as she realized what she must look like – weak, broken, exposed. Her orange tinged hair was tangled with leaves and dirt, her exposed skin was flush red with welts and bruises from the fight she put up. She could feel that the injuries on her face swelling as her body started the process of repairing itself. Sitting up she clenched her jaw as she tried to cover herself, ignoring the screaming pain in her wrist and ribs. She’d endured worse, at least nothing was broken.
Nora watched in surprise as he removed his shirt and offered it to her, a flurry of emotions travelling across her face as she accept the kind gesture with long trembling fingers. She could smell his scent as she slipped her arms through the sleeves and did the first few buttons before standing and painfulyl working to pull her jeans back on. In that moment, she was thankful that she shirt he’d given her was fell past the tops of her thighs as her underwear no longer held any use. As it set in that he saw what was about to happen to her, that he saved her, she found it harder to look him in the eye. With care, she felt along the left side of her ribs and stomach, pressing where she felt they throbbed the most. The action sent horrible shocks of sensation through her body, but she knew everything was still intact She swallowed past the lump in her throat before speaking, her light voice coming out hoarse from the abuse.
“Thank you…” Using her good hand, she ran her fingers through hair that had come undone as she looked at him. “You didn’t,”her voice faltered and she couldn’t stop the trembling of her lips or the way her voice seemed to crack. “You didn’t have to do that, so thank you.” Searching the ground she caught sight of her knife and picked it up, putting in back under her belt.
Now that she felt relatively safe, her mind had time to return to her normal self - the one who didn’t make small talk, who hadn’t had a conversation with anyone but herself in months. Cradling her wrist against her chest she looked at him again, silent as she contemplated what to say. The man before Nora was her opposite in every way. Where he was tall, she was short, he was tanned and dark, she was fair and light, he was rough and intimidating, and she was quiet and unassuming. While she could possibly defend herself against one man, she knew without a doubt that he could hurt her if he wanted to. She could see it his muscles when he moved, hear the underlying edge in his voice. Even so, she learned long ago not to judge a book by its cover and he intrigued her.
“There’s nothing I could ever do to repay you for what you just did and I don’t have much to give but...well I used to be a paramedic and I have a few supplies, some medicine that I could give you for the future.” What future Nora? We’ll all die soon anyway. Ignoring her conscious, she gestured towards the direction where she’d left her bag and took a few steps there.
“I left my bag over there after…after I ran. If you come with me, it’ll just take a few minutes, I can get your stuff and you can be on your way. I don’t want to keep you from wherever you were going. The dead might here soon anyway from all the noise.” The thing was, she kind of did. After what just happened, she didn’t want to be alone and knowing that he saved her, could keep on keeping her safe made her feel conflicted. He didn’t know her, and she’d been on her own this long and doing just fine until now…And you will be just fine when he leaves. Don’t make the same mistake twice Nora.
She couldn’t see who it was or where he came from, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to her where his words and whether he would make good on them. Get them off me. Please, please, “Please.” It took a moment for her to comprehend the mantra repeating in her head fell from her lips as well. He was only one man, but the hope he gave her had tears falling from her eyes as she heard something slicing into flesh and the pained shout of one of the men. It wasn’t long before she felt the weight of the skinnier man’s body leave and she immediately rolled over, her blue eyes darting to each of the men around her. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the newcomer. She was surprised to see he didn’t look much different from the men who wanted to rape her. He was just as scruffy, just as rough around the edges and she thought for a moment if she was leaving one horror only to face another. Her shoulders tightened at the thought and as the men quickly retreated and he turned towards her, she found that she had no way to defend herself.
But as her eyes met his, she saw something different in them, something she could maybe trust. And when he finally spoke, she released the breath she never knew she’d been holding. His voice was now quiet and warm, compared to what she’d heard only moments ago. Regardless, she didn’t so much as blink as he knelt in front of her, her body stiff as a rod while he cut the ropes that bound her. Being this close to him made her nervous as she realized what she must look like – weak, broken, exposed. Her orange tinged hair was tangled with leaves and dirt, her exposed skin was flush red with welts and bruises from the fight she put up. She could feel that the injuries on her face swelling as her body started the process of repairing itself. Sitting up she clenched her jaw as she tried to cover herself, ignoring the screaming pain in her wrist and ribs. She’d endured worse, at least nothing was broken.
Nora watched in surprise as he removed his shirt and offered it to her, a flurry of emotions travelling across her face as she accept the kind gesture with long trembling fingers. She could smell his scent as she slipped her arms through the sleeves and did the first few buttons before standing and painfulyl working to pull her jeans back on. In that moment, she was thankful that she shirt he’d given her was fell past the tops of her thighs as her underwear no longer held any use. As it set in that he saw what was about to happen to her, that he saved her, she found it harder to look him in the eye. With care, she felt along the left side of her ribs and stomach, pressing where she felt they throbbed the most. The action sent horrible shocks of sensation through her body, but she knew everything was still intact She swallowed past the lump in her throat before speaking, her light voice coming out hoarse from the abuse.
“Thank you…” Using her good hand, she ran her fingers through hair that had come undone as she looked at him. “You didn’t,”her voice faltered and she couldn’t stop the trembling of her lips or the way her voice seemed to crack. “You didn’t have to do that, so thank you.” Searching the ground she caught sight of her knife and picked it up, putting in back under her belt.
Now that she felt relatively safe, her mind had time to return to her normal self - the one who didn’t make small talk, who hadn’t had a conversation with anyone but herself in months. Cradling her wrist against her chest she looked at him again, silent as she contemplated what to say. The man before Nora was her opposite in every way. Where he was tall, she was short, he was tanned and dark, she was fair and light, he was rough and intimidating, and she was quiet and unassuming. While she could possibly defend herself against one man, she knew without a doubt that he could hurt her if he wanted to. She could see it his muscles when he moved, hear the underlying edge in his voice. Even so, she learned long ago not to judge a book by its cover and he intrigued her.
“There’s nothing I could ever do to repay you for what you just did and I don’t have much to give but...well I used to be a paramedic and I have a few supplies, some medicine that I could give you for the future.” What future Nora? We’ll all die soon anyway. Ignoring her conscious, she gestured towards the direction where she’d left her bag and took a few steps there.
“I left my bag over there after…after I ran. If you come with me, it’ll just take a few minutes, I can get your stuff and you can be on your way. I don’t want to keep you from wherever you were going. The dead might here soon anyway from all the noise.” The thing was, she kind of did. After what just happened, she didn’t want to be alone and knowing that he saved her, could keep on keeping her safe made her feel conflicted. He didn’t know her, and she’d been on her own this long and doing just fine until now…And you will be just fine when he leaves. Don’t make the same mistake twice Nora.
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Pulsar
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2014
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Immediately, Daryl could recognize the hint of skepticism in her body language when it came to trusting him. Honestly, he couldn’t blame her. He knew that she has no knowledge of who he is or what his intentions were, but he hoped that he could convince her that his intentions were nothing but good and honest. Daryl thought about offering to help her get the shirt onto her body, button it, and pull up her jeans but he figured she wouldn’t want any physical touch now. The poor woman must be scared to death still. Just as before, nothing in his actions, expressions, or words suggested any hostile intent or any reason for her to fear him.
In his mind, he tried to make note of all the injuries she had- her face, her wrist, and her ribs. Hershel could surely tend to these if they ran upon the supplies. When she spoke to him, somehow he felt his heart clench and fought back a frown. She sounded so defeated, disheartened, sad… but he couldn’t blame her.
Something strange tingled inside him before he answered. He wanted to help her, he wanted to see what her smile looked like. Not that he could ever figure out how to voice these wants but he sure thought it would make his day better with seeing her in good health and with being happy.
“I know that I didn’t.” He began. “But I did. I am not going to stand by and let some innocent woman get raped. I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes but there are people that exist whom have standards and morals.”
With a nod, he tried to give her a weak little smile but Daryl Dixon was never the best at comforting anyone. Daryl found it even more confusing when she offered to give him medical supplies. It was such a sweet act, even though she needed them, she offered them to this stranger.
“No, I don’t want your supplies. You are hurt, you need them more than I do.”
With a sigh, he took a moment and paused before speaking again.
“You know, it’s not safe to be alone. My group is just up the road. There’s ten of us all together and they’re all good people. Men, women, and children too. You’re more than welcome to come back with me. We have a doctor too. Since you have supplies I’m sure he’d be happy to help you with your injuries. If you don’t want to join us, please at least come back and let him take a look at you.”
Daryl hoped sincerely that she would come back with him and join the group. He hoped that telling her about having a doctor and that there were men, women, and children as well would be enough to show her that they were good people and she could feel relaxed with them. He also hoped he earned a bit of her trust by saving her life and scaring off those men.
Before she could answer though, he heard some male voices deeper in the woods. His eyebrows furrowed as he raised up his bow and arrow towards the sound. It had to be humans, walkers didn’t talk. He thought it would be those men again and in fact, it was.
“Shit, get down!” He quickly whispered to the woman whom he didn’t even know the name of yet.
Pushing her to crouch behind the bush, he saw the first man walk back out, the one that had her pinned down and was about to be the first to rape her. Daryl’s eyes narrowed. They were coming back for her, they hoped that Daryl just left her and didn’t hang around.
“Where did that bitch go?” The skinny man muttered.
“I don’t know, but, I see her shirt. She’s still running around with her tits hanging out for us boys.” The fatter man piped up and they all laughed.
The skinny man reached down to pick up the shirt and was about to make a remark but Daryl had enough. He shot an arrow and let it fly, hitting the man right in the head. If it weren’t for the fact that him turning into a walker could possibly come back to haunt them if he sneaked up on them, he would have shot him in the heart because he didn’t deserve the mercy of not having to come back as the undead.
After the man fell, a couple panicked shouts from his two brothers erupted as they took cover quickly. In that split second, Daryl knew he and the woman had to make an escape.
“Go! Go!” He whisper-shouted and just grabbed her by the hand, running down a little path down beside them disappearing deep into the woods since it was getting pitch black outside now.
It was terribly cold that night, surely below twenty degrees- maybe less- and Daryl was freezing without a shirt on. He knew that he could grab some in his backpack with the group but first was getting himself and the woman out alive.
Daryl lost a bit of his direction now as he just blindly began to run off with her to try and lose the men. After running for a good five minutes, Daryl stopped and looked around to try and figure out where they were. His breath showed in the air after each exhale of his pants from running.
He glanced up at the moon on the cloudless night and saw it to be East from where they were. It was also in the east from their little campfire as he recalled looking into the sky. The hick actually loved watching the night sky, it was so serene- but he’d never admit that he did.
Another problem occurred though as he thought about what to do, if he went right to his group’s campfire, the men could follow him. It would be eleven on two but the men may be armed and could possibly kill or injure at least a couple of his friends if they tried. Daryl wasn’t loosing anyone tonight- not after the farm and not even this woman would be lost. It seemed like she would be coming with him now regardless. She was in no shape to be on her own.
Lost in thought, Daryl didn’t even notice the walker come up from his side and grab his arm. He swore loudly and couldn’t turn his crossbow to shoot it, so he grabbed an arrow and just stabbed it through the undead woman’s head manually. However, in the scuffle, his crossbow was strewn over ten yards away and as if on cue, the two men were still hot on the pursuit of Daryl and Nora.
Before being spotted, Daryl dove down behind some large rocks and brought the woman with her. He brought the woman down as well, keeping her head down and watching the men intently. They had a backpack of supplies, it must have been the woman’s that they picked up because he didn’t see them with it before.
“Oh, Blondie? Where are you?” The man smirked looking back and forth.
Daryl knew there was no way out that was going to be easy so he took out his tactical knife that he picked up along the way and turned to her, leaning close to her ear and whispering ever so softly, having to be so close that his lips brushed her ear and said.
“When I jump up and attack them, you keep running east towards the road. Once you get there, head north, down the highway and find the group I was telling you about. They’ll have a fire going and let them know that Daryl sent you. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Not giving her a chance to argue even if she was going to, he jumped up and charged the two men whom had their back turned and was able to stab one in the side of the neck and another scuffle ensued. He didn’t get a chance to see if the woman ran but he hoped that she did.
In his mind, he tried to make note of all the injuries she had- her face, her wrist, and her ribs. Hershel could surely tend to these if they ran upon the supplies. When she spoke to him, somehow he felt his heart clench and fought back a frown. She sounded so defeated, disheartened, sad… but he couldn’t blame her.
Something strange tingled inside him before he answered. He wanted to help her, he wanted to see what her smile looked like. Not that he could ever figure out how to voice these wants but he sure thought it would make his day better with seeing her in good health and with being happy.
“I know that I didn’t.” He began. “But I did. I am not going to stand by and let some innocent woman get raped. I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes but there are people that exist whom have standards and morals.”
With a nod, he tried to give her a weak little smile but Daryl Dixon was never the best at comforting anyone. Daryl found it even more confusing when she offered to give him medical supplies. It was such a sweet act, even though she needed them, she offered them to this stranger.
“No, I don’t want your supplies. You are hurt, you need them more than I do.”
With a sigh, he took a moment and paused before speaking again.
“You know, it’s not safe to be alone. My group is just up the road. There’s ten of us all together and they’re all good people. Men, women, and children too. You’re more than welcome to come back with me. We have a doctor too. Since you have supplies I’m sure he’d be happy to help you with your injuries. If you don’t want to join us, please at least come back and let him take a look at you.”
Daryl hoped sincerely that she would come back with him and join the group. He hoped that telling her about having a doctor and that there were men, women, and children as well would be enough to show her that they were good people and she could feel relaxed with them. He also hoped he earned a bit of her trust by saving her life and scaring off those men.
Before she could answer though, he heard some male voices deeper in the woods. His eyebrows furrowed as he raised up his bow and arrow towards the sound. It had to be humans, walkers didn’t talk. He thought it would be those men again and in fact, it was.
“Shit, get down!” He quickly whispered to the woman whom he didn’t even know the name of yet.
Pushing her to crouch behind the bush, he saw the first man walk back out, the one that had her pinned down and was about to be the first to rape her. Daryl’s eyes narrowed. They were coming back for her, they hoped that Daryl just left her and didn’t hang around.
“Where did that bitch go?” The skinny man muttered.
“I don’t know, but, I see her shirt. She’s still running around with her tits hanging out for us boys.” The fatter man piped up and they all laughed.
The skinny man reached down to pick up the shirt and was about to make a remark but Daryl had enough. He shot an arrow and let it fly, hitting the man right in the head. If it weren’t for the fact that him turning into a walker could possibly come back to haunt them if he sneaked up on them, he would have shot him in the heart because he didn’t deserve the mercy of not having to come back as the undead.
After the man fell, a couple panicked shouts from his two brothers erupted as they took cover quickly. In that split second, Daryl knew he and the woman had to make an escape.
“Go! Go!” He whisper-shouted and just grabbed her by the hand, running down a little path down beside them disappearing deep into the woods since it was getting pitch black outside now.
It was terribly cold that night, surely below twenty degrees- maybe less- and Daryl was freezing without a shirt on. He knew that he could grab some in his backpack with the group but first was getting himself and the woman out alive.
Daryl lost a bit of his direction now as he just blindly began to run off with her to try and lose the men. After running for a good five minutes, Daryl stopped and looked around to try and figure out where they were. His breath showed in the air after each exhale of his pants from running.
He glanced up at the moon on the cloudless night and saw it to be East from where they were. It was also in the east from their little campfire as he recalled looking into the sky. The hick actually loved watching the night sky, it was so serene- but he’d never admit that he did.
Another problem occurred though as he thought about what to do, if he went right to his group’s campfire, the men could follow him. It would be eleven on two but the men may be armed and could possibly kill or injure at least a couple of his friends if they tried. Daryl wasn’t loosing anyone tonight- not after the farm and not even this woman would be lost. It seemed like she would be coming with him now regardless. She was in no shape to be on her own.
Lost in thought, Daryl didn’t even notice the walker come up from his side and grab his arm. He swore loudly and couldn’t turn his crossbow to shoot it, so he grabbed an arrow and just stabbed it through the undead woman’s head manually. However, in the scuffle, his crossbow was strewn over ten yards away and as if on cue, the two men were still hot on the pursuit of Daryl and Nora.
Before being spotted, Daryl dove down behind some large rocks and brought the woman with her. He brought the woman down as well, keeping her head down and watching the men intently. They had a backpack of supplies, it must have been the woman’s that they picked up because he didn’t see them with it before.
“Oh, Blondie? Where are you?” The man smirked looking back and forth.
Daryl knew there was no way out that was going to be easy so he took out his tactical knife that he picked up along the way and turned to her, leaning close to her ear and whispering ever so softly, having to be so close that his lips brushed her ear and said.
“When I jump up and attack them, you keep running east towards the road. Once you get there, head north, down the highway and find the group I was telling you about. They’ll have a fire going and let them know that Daryl sent you. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Not giving her a chance to argue even if she was going to, he jumped up and charged the two men whom had their back turned and was able to stab one in the side of the neck and another scuffle ensued. He didn’t get a chance to see if the woman ran but he hoped that she did.
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Nora flinched at the word rape, but didn’t say anything. It was true enough that it would have happened if he hadn’t been there, but she’d been hoping to avoid the thought, erase it from her mind and pretend it never happened. As he continued on her lips turned up in the slightest of smiles as she responded. “I was going to give you the one’s I didn’t need. I’m a little beat up, but beyond some major bruising, definite stiffness, and some emotional damage I’m fine.” Truth be told, she preferred not to take any medicine. Yes, administering it was…well had been part of her job, but she liked to use such things as a last resort whenever possible. Her steps faltered a bit as he mentioned his group, her brow creasing is she gave him a curious look.
“A group?” There were more people like him? With children? She couldn’t believe it. “Ho-” She never got to finish as she watched the man suddenly raise his bow. Her eyes immediate followed its direction as she took an unconscious step closer to him, her hand already on her knife. She immediately sank down behind the bush, letting out a small hiss as the motion awakened her injured rips. Anger filled her eyes when she caught sight of her attackers, a deep blush spreading across her body at their words. They were sick. She wished the man had killed them when he had the chance. For the first time in her life, she wished she could. A split second later the arrow release into the air and sank into the head of the one who called her a bitch. A gasp escaped her throat as she watched him crumple to the ground just before he grabbed her arm and pushed her in the opposite direction of their assailants. She looked behind her once more before running as fast as her body would allow, and hoping the darkness would help them blend in with the forest. The only think propelling her forward was the adrenaline coursing through her veins and the cold air that cooled her burning skin. When they finally stopped she took in as much air as she could while she watched him, confused.
“Why’d you stop?” The words were as breathless as she was. Nora only turned back a moment to look for the two men and it was all the walker needed as she latched on to him. Without thinking she withdrew her knife to stab the thing but he’d beat her too it and moved to cover in a matter of seconds. She was surprised at how easily he reacted to everything, how calm he was. It helped her nerves to feel like one of them had some semblance of control over the situation. Even so, she was prepared to defend herself this time. Two against two was better than three against one.
Her eyes remained trained on the two men as the stalked closer to their hiding spot even as her skin broke out in goosebumps from the feel of his lips against her. She frowned at the sensation not entirely sure what to make of it, or his words. She watched as he charged at the two men. Leave? He just saved her life and he wanted her to abandon him? Standing up, she walked quickly towards the scuffle, her blue eyes trained on the leader who’d come so close to raping her. He managed to hit Darryl more than a few times across the face and in the stomach, but she waited until he pinned Darryl before taking any action.
Without a second thought, she lifted her knife and plunged it right into his lower back. The familiar feel of flesh splitting and bone crunching let her know that she’d sunk it in deep, and while she’d just missed his spine, she knew it was close enough to paralyze him. She’d never killed anyone, and she didn’t want to start now, but injuring someone was another story. Breaking bones, severing limbs, causing pain while keeping someone alive? It was her forte. The blood curdling scream that came from the man was satisfying to her ears as his legs fell limp while he tried, and failed, to remove to the knife from his back.
“Get it out! Take it out! My God!” Nora helped push the man off of Darryl before obliging him and helping herself. Bending down she placed a firm grip on the knife and dislodged it from his back, she’d need it later. Looking at Darryl, she nodded in the direction he’d first told her to go to say she was ready. “Leave him. He deserves whatever he gets.” Nora had never wished ill will on anyone, but the man on the ground the ground was nothing but scum, less than human. While she had no right to play God, she certainly had the right to make sure she was safe. She spent a few moments looking for the bag they took before heading towards the road and answering the question she was sure he’d ask.
“You didn't leave me, I won't leave you.” She said simply, ignoring the pleas from the same bastard who ignored hers.
“A group?” There were more people like him? With children? She couldn’t believe it. “Ho-” She never got to finish as she watched the man suddenly raise his bow. Her eyes immediate followed its direction as she took an unconscious step closer to him, her hand already on her knife. She immediately sank down behind the bush, letting out a small hiss as the motion awakened her injured rips. Anger filled her eyes when she caught sight of her attackers, a deep blush spreading across her body at their words. They were sick. She wished the man had killed them when he had the chance. For the first time in her life, she wished she could. A split second later the arrow release into the air and sank into the head of the one who called her a bitch. A gasp escaped her throat as she watched him crumple to the ground just before he grabbed her arm and pushed her in the opposite direction of their assailants. She looked behind her once more before running as fast as her body would allow, and hoping the darkness would help them blend in with the forest. The only think propelling her forward was the adrenaline coursing through her veins and the cold air that cooled her burning skin. When they finally stopped she took in as much air as she could while she watched him, confused.
“Why’d you stop?” The words were as breathless as she was. Nora only turned back a moment to look for the two men and it was all the walker needed as she latched on to him. Without thinking she withdrew her knife to stab the thing but he’d beat her too it and moved to cover in a matter of seconds. She was surprised at how easily he reacted to everything, how calm he was. It helped her nerves to feel like one of them had some semblance of control over the situation. Even so, she was prepared to defend herself this time. Two against two was better than three against one.
Her eyes remained trained on the two men as the stalked closer to their hiding spot even as her skin broke out in goosebumps from the feel of his lips against her. She frowned at the sensation not entirely sure what to make of it, or his words. She watched as he charged at the two men. Leave? He just saved her life and he wanted her to abandon him? Standing up, she walked quickly towards the scuffle, her blue eyes trained on the leader who’d come so close to raping her. He managed to hit Darryl more than a few times across the face and in the stomach, but she waited until he pinned Darryl before taking any action.
Without a second thought, she lifted her knife and plunged it right into his lower back. The familiar feel of flesh splitting and bone crunching let her know that she’d sunk it in deep, and while she’d just missed his spine, she knew it was close enough to paralyze him. She’d never killed anyone, and she didn’t want to start now, but injuring someone was another story. Breaking bones, severing limbs, causing pain while keeping someone alive? It was her forte. The blood curdling scream that came from the man was satisfying to her ears as his legs fell limp while he tried, and failed, to remove to the knife from his back.
“Get it out! Take it out! My God!” Nora helped push the man off of Darryl before obliging him and helping herself. Bending down she placed a firm grip on the knife and dislodged it from his back, she’d need it later. Looking at Darryl, she nodded in the direction he’d first told her to go to say she was ready. “Leave him. He deserves whatever he gets.” Nora had never wished ill will on anyone, but the man on the ground the ground was nothing but scum, less than human. While she had no right to play God, she certainly had the right to make sure she was safe. She spent a few moments looking for the bag they took before heading towards the road and answering the question she was sure he’d ask.
“You didn't leave me, I won't leave you.” She said simply, ignoring the pleas from the same bastard who ignored hers.
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After Daryl had killed the other man, he ensued in a scuffle with the last guy. Probably on any other typical day, this fight would not have been close at all. Daryl was by far the more muscular one here but he’d been so tired from escaping the farm that he barely had every energy left. The man left a few good punches along his face, busting his lip and making his nose bleed a bit, but Daryl hit him back just as many times, causing more damage to the scum’s face than his own. But soon enough, the taller man had him pinned and all of a sudden, he let out a bloodcurdling scream and Daryl rolled quickly away from him to see the woman had stabbed him.
He was relieved that she didn’t run now. Perhaps it would give her some means of closure. He simply nodded when she said to leave him and then walked over to grab his crossbow. He was only able to retrieve a couple of the arrows that he used but that was okay. He had more in his backpack with the group. Once she got her backpack and he got his crossbow, he began to lead her back to the road.
“Thanks… I am Daryl by the way.” The man said, extending his hand to the woman for her to introduce herself as well and then shook her hand.
Night had fallen in totality over the state of Georgia and Daryl kicked himself mentally for not bringing along a flashlight like he knew that he should have done. They could barely see in front of them but the pavement was still distinguishable from the grass and the forest.
“They are along this highway right here, we’ll get to them in a bit.” Daryl nodded slowly and walked right beside of her. He shivered every once in a while when the wind picked up, pounding his bare chest and back. That was still okay with him, she needed the shirt more than he did and it didn’t really bother him. Finally after a few more minutes of walking, he saw the fire that his group was gathered around.
“There…” He pointed and once they were close enough, Rick looked up to them and so did the rest of the group.
The group seemed divided, some expression gave a look of worry and concern over a stranger but some wanted to hear out what the situation was.
“Who is she?” Rick asked, hand on his gun as he prepares for some attack that wasn’t coming. He had lost it completely, it seemed. He was also curious as to why she was wearing Daryl’s shirt and why Daryl was bleeding. The look said it all and then the hick finally spoke up.
“This is Nora. She was being attacked by some men in the woods. They are taken care of now. She’s hurt though but has medical supplies.” Daryl commented and glanced to Hershel hopefully and then he nodded.
Gently, Daryl reached up to touch her arm and walk her over to the old farmer. “Just tell him what your injuries are and he should be able to fix you right back up.” He told her with a warm smile before leaving him to work on Nora.
After this, Daryl went straight to his bags and pulled out a long-sleeved, black t-shirt to pull on. He had a nice, warm leather jacket as well but decided to save that for Nora once Hershel was done with her. Everyone went back to doing their own thing as Daryl leaned up against his backpack. Now being Rick’s right hand man, Rick approached him and was skeptical about this woman. Daryl assured him that she was okay and told him that she saved his life when the man pinned him down. Despite all that happened, Daryl had morals- sometimes it seemed he had the most morals out of their group. After getting that argument squared away, Rick was allowing her to stay and that made Daryl smile slightly but it was too dark for anyone except him to know. Next, Rick explained that while he was gone, they spotted a prison up in the distance and that the next few days they would work their way up slowly and clear out the yard to be able to reach the prison. It had fences, maybe it would have some food and weapons too. It was a roof over head and they could defend it easily- or so it seemed.
In the meantime, Hershel had soon finished up with doing all he could for Nora. He told her that she should be fine, maybe she had some cracked ribs and a sprained wrist but it’s nothing to fret over. After seeing Hershel get up and leave the woman, Daryl took his leather jacket in his hands and approached her, kneeling down beside her and laying it on her lap in case she would have denied it with him just holding it out to her. He wanted her to feel nice and warm.
“I hope you plan on stayin’ with us.” He said and then moved to a sitting position, his knees bent as he looked at her.
“Are you doin’ alright? I hope it’s nothing too serious.” He added with a nod about her injuries, hoping he was able to get to her in time before anything major could be done.
He was relieved that she didn’t run now. Perhaps it would give her some means of closure. He simply nodded when she said to leave him and then walked over to grab his crossbow. He was only able to retrieve a couple of the arrows that he used but that was okay. He had more in his backpack with the group. Once she got her backpack and he got his crossbow, he began to lead her back to the road.
“Thanks… I am Daryl by the way.” The man said, extending his hand to the woman for her to introduce herself as well and then shook her hand.
Night had fallen in totality over the state of Georgia and Daryl kicked himself mentally for not bringing along a flashlight like he knew that he should have done. They could barely see in front of them but the pavement was still distinguishable from the grass and the forest.
“They are along this highway right here, we’ll get to them in a bit.” Daryl nodded slowly and walked right beside of her. He shivered every once in a while when the wind picked up, pounding his bare chest and back. That was still okay with him, she needed the shirt more than he did and it didn’t really bother him. Finally after a few more minutes of walking, he saw the fire that his group was gathered around.
“There…” He pointed and once they were close enough, Rick looked up to them and so did the rest of the group.
The group seemed divided, some expression gave a look of worry and concern over a stranger but some wanted to hear out what the situation was.
“Who is she?” Rick asked, hand on his gun as he prepares for some attack that wasn’t coming. He had lost it completely, it seemed. He was also curious as to why she was wearing Daryl’s shirt and why Daryl was bleeding. The look said it all and then the hick finally spoke up.
“This is Nora. She was being attacked by some men in the woods. They are taken care of now. She’s hurt though but has medical supplies.” Daryl commented and glanced to Hershel hopefully and then he nodded.
Gently, Daryl reached up to touch her arm and walk her over to the old farmer. “Just tell him what your injuries are and he should be able to fix you right back up.” He told her with a warm smile before leaving him to work on Nora.
After this, Daryl went straight to his bags and pulled out a long-sleeved, black t-shirt to pull on. He had a nice, warm leather jacket as well but decided to save that for Nora once Hershel was done with her. Everyone went back to doing their own thing as Daryl leaned up against his backpack. Now being Rick’s right hand man, Rick approached him and was skeptical about this woman. Daryl assured him that she was okay and told him that she saved his life when the man pinned him down. Despite all that happened, Daryl had morals- sometimes it seemed he had the most morals out of their group. After getting that argument squared away, Rick was allowing her to stay and that made Daryl smile slightly but it was too dark for anyone except him to know. Next, Rick explained that while he was gone, they spotted a prison up in the distance and that the next few days they would work their way up slowly and clear out the yard to be able to reach the prison. It had fences, maybe it would have some food and weapons too. It was a roof over head and they could defend it easily- or so it seemed.
In the meantime, Hershel had soon finished up with doing all he could for Nora. He told her that she should be fine, maybe she had some cracked ribs and a sprained wrist but it’s nothing to fret over. After seeing Hershel get up and leave the woman, Daryl took his leather jacket in his hands and approached her, kneeling down beside her and laying it on her lap in case she would have denied it with him just holding it out to her. He wanted her to feel nice and warm.
“I hope you plan on stayin’ with us.” He said and then moved to a sitting position, his knees bent as he looked at her.
“Are you doin’ alright? I hope it’s nothing too serious.” He added with a nod about her injuries, hoping he was able to get to her in time before anything major could be done.
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Nora nodded as they made their way to the road, her eyes thoughtful. “I would say it’s nice to meet you…but the circumstances aren’t all that great.” She said honestly. After all, she stabbed a man who tried to rape her, then left him for dead. She was lucky enough to never have killed anyone since all this started, but it was only a matter of time before it happened. She accepted Daryl’s hand, her grip was snug but not quite firm. “I’m Nora. Thanks for the shirt off of your back.” A smirk lightened her features. “It would’ve been awkward if you hadn’t offered it. Hopefully you’re not too cold.”
Nora walked in silence, listening to the quiet of the forest and her own thoughts. As curious as she was about the man next to her, she needed some time to think. Her mind was still resistant to the thought of joining a group. She didn’t want to form bonds or rely on others, only to have that safety net taken. She didn’t want to mourn anyone else, work to build up the trust of a family. Nora knew that’s what it would take and she didn’t think she was ready. She was lonely yes, but she thought it was preferable to the alternatives.
The sound of Daryl’s voice brought her back to the present moment and she could feel her nerves working. Being with Daryl was one thing, facing such a large group – a group who currently had their eyes trained on her – made her both uneasy and shy. Unconsciously, she moved a bit closer to Daryl as they came to a stop at the campfire. There were varying emotions on everyone’s faces, some seemed worried while others looked at her like she was nothing more than a stray no one wanted. Maybe she was to them. Their stares made her acutely aware that she didn’t have much on in the way of clothes, and while she was grateful to have Daryl’s shirt, it didn’t do much to hide the fact that she had no bra underneath. Clearing her throat, hugged her bag and focused on Daryl’s voice while her eyes watched the dancing fire. It seemed like they might let her stay for the night and for that she was grateful.
She followed him to a man whose eyes seemed even warmer than Daryl’s and she wondered for the first time how they all came together. It really was such an interesting variety of people. Pulling her hair behind her ears, she sat down in front of the man, trying to block out the others that were around until they finished.
“It seems you’ve seen brighter days. My name’s Herschel.” If she could smile full on, she would have. Instead she settled for a nod.
“Haven’t we all? Nice meeting you.” Setting her bag on the ground she opened it and retrieved some medical supplies from the bag. “My injuries aren’t too bad. My wrist needs to be splinted but beyond that I;m fine.” His face remained passive as she spoke and she that he immediately saw through her lie.
“Are you now? Why is your breathing so shallow?” She licked her blood caked lips and regarded him with curious eyes before shrugging and avoiding giving him a straight answer.
“You’re perceptive.” She lifted her shirt lightly to show the forming bruises and heard someone hiss at the sight. She supposed it wasn’t pretty. “Nothing is broken, but they’re may be a cracked rib or two. He sighed before asking to touch her and she allowed it, tears coming to her eyes as he pressed against the injury to make sure she was right. When he was done, he made quick work or checking her wrist and wiping her face of the blood with a bit of water. She finished it off with two painkillers and while it hadn’t set in yet, she felt much better after treating everything.
While Daryl talked to what seemed to be the leader of the group, she spoke with Herschel and answered his questions about where she was from and how she came to be here. She told him about her missing parents, the overcrowding in the city, and her unwillingness to stay in one place long. As she spoke she couldn’t help it as her eyes drifted back toward Daryl. Why had he’d been in the woods to begin with? After a few more minutes, Hershel excused himself and Daryl took his place. She frowned slightly at his question before leaning in closer to him with a whisper.
“I don’t know. Beyond you and Hershel, I don’t really think I’m welcome here.” Her blue eyes searched his face for confirmation before she pulled his arm so he could sit next to her.
“Here, let me fix that face of yours.” She pulled out the bottle of alcohol and poured a bit into a cloth before dapping it on his busted lip and just under his eye. “Sorry for the sting but at least you know it working.” Once done, she applied some ointment to the wounds before patting his face gently and sighing, her eyes tired.
“I’m not sure what I’m going to do. It’s clear that you have good, honest people here, but I don’t know.” Her eyes fell to her fingers as she splayed them flat on her thighs. “I’m not used to all of this. You all rely on each other and I haven’t had to worry about that. My decisions affect only me. I don’t like holding people’s lives in my hands…” She frowned when the words slipped from her mouth as her mind questioned her logic. She loved her job as a paramedic. Loved the process, the adrenaline rush, the feeling that she helped save someone, yet she didn’t want to do that now.
“If everyone is fine with it, I’d like to stay until I’m all healed. Nothing’s broken but I’ll be less mobile for a few days.” After a long day she could see people starting to turn in. In that moment, she realized that while they all seemed to be together, no one had been talking to one another since they’d arrived.
Nora walked in silence, listening to the quiet of the forest and her own thoughts. As curious as she was about the man next to her, she needed some time to think. Her mind was still resistant to the thought of joining a group. She didn’t want to form bonds or rely on others, only to have that safety net taken. She didn’t want to mourn anyone else, work to build up the trust of a family. Nora knew that’s what it would take and she didn’t think she was ready. She was lonely yes, but she thought it was preferable to the alternatives.
The sound of Daryl’s voice brought her back to the present moment and she could feel her nerves working. Being with Daryl was one thing, facing such a large group – a group who currently had their eyes trained on her – made her both uneasy and shy. Unconsciously, she moved a bit closer to Daryl as they came to a stop at the campfire. There were varying emotions on everyone’s faces, some seemed worried while others looked at her like she was nothing more than a stray no one wanted. Maybe she was to them. Their stares made her acutely aware that she didn’t have much on in the way of clothes, and while she was grateful to have Daryl’s shirt, it didn’t do much to hide the fact that she had no bra underneath. Clearing her throat, hugged her bag and focused on Daryl’s voice while her eyes watched the dancing fire. It seemed like they might let her stay for the night and for that she was grateful.
She followed him to a man whose eyes seemed even warmer than Daryl’s and she wondered for the first time how they all came together. It really was such an interesting variety of people. Pulling her hair behind her ears, she sat down in front of the man, trying to block out the others that were around until they finished.
“It seems you’ve seen brighter days. My name’s Herschel.” If she could smile full on, she would have. Instead she settled for a nod.
“Haven’t we all? Nice meeting you.” Setting her bag on the ground she opened it and retrieved some medical supplies from the bag. “My injuries aren’t too bad. My wrist needs to be splinted but beyond that I;m fine.” His face remained passive as she spoke and she that he immediately saw through her lie.
“Are you now? Why is your breathing so shallow?” She licked her blood caked lips and regarded him with curious eyes before shrugging and avoiding giving him a straight answer.
“You’re perceptive.” She lifted her shirt lightly to show the forming bruises and heard someone hiss at the sight. She supposed it wasn’t pretty. “Nothing is broken, but they’re may be a cracked rib or two. He sighed before asking to touch her and she allowed it, tears coming to her eyes as he pressed against the injury to make sure she was right. When he was done, he made quick work or checking her wrist and wiping her face of the blood with a bit of water. She finished it off with two painkillers and while it hadn’t set in yet, she felt much better after treating everything.
While Daryl talked to what seemed to be the leader of the group, she spoke with Herschel and answered his questions about where she was from and how she came to be here. She told him about her missing parents, the overcrowding in the city, and her unwillingness to stay in one place long. As she spoke she couldn’t help it as her eyes drifted back toward Daryl. Why had he’d been in the woods to begin with? After a few more minutes, Hershel excused himself and Daryl took his place. She frowned slightly at his question before leaning in closer to him with a whisper.
“I don’t know. Beyond you and Hershel, I don’t really think I’m welcome here.” Her blue eyes searched his face for confirmation before she pulled his arm so he could sit next to her.
“Here, let me fix that face of yours.” She pulled out the bottle of alcohol and poured a bit into a cloth before dapping it on his busted lip and just under his eye. “Sorry for the sting but at least you know it working.” Once done, she applied some ointment to the wounds before patting his face gently and sighing, her eyes tired.
“I’m not sure what I’m going to do. It’s clear that you have good, honest people here, but I don’t know.” Her eyes fell to her fingers as she splayed them flat on her thighs. “I’m not used to all of this. You all rely on each other and I haven’t had to worry about that. My decisions affect only me. I don’t like holding people’s lives in my hands…” She frowned when the words slipped from her mouth as her mind questioned her logic. She loved her job as a paramedic. Loved the process, the adrenaline rush, the feeling that she helped save someone, yet she didn’t want to do that now.
“If everyone is fine with it, I’d like to stay until I’m all healed. Nothing’s broken but I’ll be less mobile for a few days.” After a long day she could see people starting to turn in. In that moment, she realized that while they all seemed to be together, no one had been talking to one another since they’d arrived.
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Daryl frowned slightly when Nora said that she didn’t think anyone else welcomed her to the group other than himself and Hershel. Given time, he knew that they would warm up to her. That’s how it happened for him. “Just wait… they will come around. They let me in and I know they will let you in.” He commented and took out his knife to absently clean under his fingernails as he spoke to the woman sitting beside of him.
He was about to tell her not to worry about his face but he already felt the stinging sensation on his face with the alcohol and the cloth. “Shit…” He hissed in surprise and then hissed the same word, biting on the inside of his cheek when she reached it under his eyes. Once she moved it, he opened his eye to look at her, a gruff chuckle coming from his lips. “Thanks for the warning.” He told her in a teasing manner.
Daryl listened to the blonde haired woman speak about her skepticism about staying with a group. Once she had said her part, he spoke up. “You are right. We do have good and honest people here. Everyone is. We were holed up in a farm back up the road while Rick’s boy, Carl, healed up. It got overrun and we lost a few people so that’s why everyone is really quiet and distant, don’t take it to heart. It’s not you. Plus, it isn’t something to worry about with relying on each other. Strength in numbers. Really, we’re a family and a strong family at that. I think that you would be a great addition.”
After this, she spoke and finally said she wanted to stay until she was healed. Daryl nodded as Rick had already told him that she could stay with them and join the group if she wanted. He also noticed everyone turning in and was feeling rather tired himself. “Well, we would love to have you stay with us for as long as you need. Personally, I want you to stay permanently with us.” He informed her and shrugged having some hope that since he was wanting her to stay would sway her decision somehow in his favor. It was strange but something about this woman made him dread the moment she left. Again, Daryl Dixon was never any good with feelings but that usually meant he felt something good about a person.
A few more minutes passed and after making sure that Nora was well-fed and had plenty to drink, he grabbed his sleeping bag and laid it out for her on the ground. After bidding her a good night, Daryl walked on over with his crossbow and flashlight, mounting the top of the caravan to take watch. Usually, the rotations went from him, to Rick, to Glenn, and then T-Dog would finish out the rounds. It was not until the early morning hours until Daryl woke Rick for a shift change and it would be the same here tonight.
As he stood on top of the caravan, there was little to no action. He downed a couple walkers down the road here and there but it was rather quiet and peaceful. During this time, he thought to himself about the prison that he and Rick were speaking about. Everyone seemed to be on board with the idea but the biggest problem is clearing out the place with all the undead. The prison exterior is overrun and the prison yard is no better. Plus, the horde that overran the farm was still lurking miles away. Sometime in the future, they would eventually all end up towards the prison.
Rick and the hick had deducted a plan of staying in some rural houses along the way, sending a few people out each day to kill what walkers they could around the exterior first. Once that was clear, they could move in on the prison and have that much of it taken. A few others would go along and try to pick off some of the walkers that could linger in the horde. It may be months, perhaps longer, before securing the prison but it would be worth it, hopefully.
It was around one or two in the morning Daryl thought, and his eyes were getting heavy. He didn’t sleep for his own need of sleep, but because he couldn’t protect his group- his family- if he wasn’t fully awake and coherent. With that in mind, the hunter woke up the sheriff and once Rick was settled in with his gun, Daryl lay down in the grass. He had no sleeping bag now since he let Nora use it, but the grass was nice and comfortable for the hick.
He didn’t stay awake long as sleep took over and he fell off and drifted into a peaceful slumber. It remained like this until early the next morning when a few people were awake. Daryl didn’t waste any time and took off into the woods once he had wiped the sleep away from his eyes, crossbow in hand.
He was gone for a bit, maybe an hour or two but returned with a few squirrels and a rabbit. They would be eating decently for breakfast. Himself, Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Maggie were all helping skin the animals and cook them over the fire that they built back up from last night. Once the meat was done, everyone got passed an equal amount and were eating.
Some chatting was finally going on, but mainly about survival and their plans ahead. There is a street just a mile down the road that they plan to search later today. Maybe find a place to stay for a few days and keep on the move until they get the prison cleared. It wouldn’t make since to send everyone to attack the prison at one time. They could get overrun and trapped easily. They literally had all the time in the world and sacrificing a few months for something that can hopefully last forever would be fine.
As they ate the meal, Daryl finally sat down on one of the logs where the last seat was open, beside Nora whom was beside Beth. After swallowing a big bite, he looked to the blonde woman that he hoped would stay with them. “How you feelin’?” He asked.
He was about to tell her not to worry about his face but he already felt the stinging sensation on his face with the alcohol and the cloth. “Shit…” He hissed in surprise and then hissed the same word, biting on the inside of his cheek when she reached it under his eyes. Once she moved it, he opened his eye to look at her, a gruff chuckle coming from his lips. “Thanks for the warning.” He told her in a teasing manner.
Daryl listened to the blonde haired woman speak about her skepticism about staying with a group. Once she had said her part, he spoke up. “You are right. We do have good and honest people here. Everyone is. We were holed up in a farm back up the road while Rick’s boy, Carl, healed up. It got overrun and we lost a few people so that’s why everyone is really quiet and distant, don’t take it to heart. It’s not you. Plus, it isn’t something to worry about with relying on each other. Strength in numbers. Really, we’re a family and a strong family at that. I think that you would be a great addition.”
After this, she spoke and finally said she wanted to stay until she was healed. Daryl nodded as Rick had already told him that she could stay with them and join the group if she wanted. He also noticed everyone turning in and was feeling rather tired himself. “Well, we would love to have you stay with us for as long as you need. Personally, I want you to stay permanently with us.” He informed her and shrugged having some hope that since he was wanting her to stay would sway her decision somehow in his favor. It was strange but something about this woman made him dread the moment she left. Again, Daryl Dixon was never any good with feelings but that usually meant he felt something good about a person.
A few more minutes passed and after making sure that Nora was well-fed and had plenty to drink, he grabbed his sleeping bag and laid it out for her on the ground. After bidding her a good night, Daryl walked on over with his crossbow and flashlight, mounting the top of the caravan to take watch. Usually, the rotations went from him, to Rick, to Glenn, and then T-Dog would finish out the rounds. It was not until the early morning hours until Daryl woke Rick for a shift change and it would be the same here tonight.
As he stood on top of the caravan, there was little to no action. He downed a couple walkers down the road here and there but it was rather quiet and peaceful. During this time, he thought to himself about the prison that he and Rick were speaking about. Everyone seemed to be on board with the idea but the biggest problem is clearing out the place with all the undead. The prison exterior is overrun and the prison yard is no better. Plus, the horde that overran the farm was still lurking miles away. Sometime in the future, they would eventually all end up towards the prison.
Rick and the hick had deducted a plan of staying in some rural houses along the way, sending a few people out each day to kill what walkers they could around the exterior first. Once that was clear, they could move in on the prison and have that much of it taken. A few others would go along and try to pick off some of the walkers that could linger in the horde. It may be months, perhaps longer, before securing the prison but it would be worth it, hopefully.
It was around one or two in the morning Daryl thought, and his eyes were getting heavy. He didn’t sleep for his own need of sleep, but because he couldn’t protect his group- his family- if he wasn’t fully awake and coherent. With that in mind, the hunter woke up the sheriff and once Rick was settled in with his gun, Daryl lay down in the grass. He had no sleeping bag now since he let Nora use it, but the grass was nice and comfortable for the hick.
He didn’t stay awake long as sleep took over and he fell off and drifted into a peaceful slumber. It remained like this until early the next morning when a few people were awake. Daryl didn’t waste any time and took off into the woods once he had wiped the sleep away from his eyes, crossbow in hand.
He was gone for a bit, maybe an hour or two but returned with a few squirrels and a rabbit. They would be eating decently for breakfast. Himself, Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Maggie were all helping skin the animals and cook them over the fire that they built back up from last night. Once the meat was done, everyone got passed an equal amount and were eating.
Some chatting was finally going on, but mainly about survival and their plans ahead. There is a street just a mile down the road that they plan to search later today. Maybe find a place to stay for a few days and keep on the move until they get the prison cleared. It wouldn’t make since to send everyone to attack the prison at one time. They could get overrun and trapped easily. They literally had all the time in the world and sacrificing a few months for something that can hopefully last forever would be fine.
As they ate the meal, Daryl finally sat down on one of the logs where the last seat was open, beside Nora whom was beside Beth. After swallowing a big bite, he looked to the blonde woman that he hoped would stay with them. “How you feelin’?” He asked.
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The respect and loyalty Daryl had towards his group was reassuring to her. Nora wanted to believe what he said was true and she knew regardless, she was still useful to them for the time being. At the heart of it all, she just couldn’t understand why Daryl wanted her to stay, why he accepted a stranger so easily. Unfortunately, she’d have to wait until tomorrow to figure out the reality of her situation. Darryl stood as their conversation came to an end and she offered her gratitude once more. “Whatever happens, I’m just glad you found me.”
The food he offered came as a surprise but she easily accepted it, glad to have something other than the chips and peas she’d been eating. While she was curious about the meat, she found she didn’t really care since her body craved the protein. After finishing her meal she settled down in Daryl’s sleeping bag since he’d ignored her offer to sleep without it. It took a while for her to find a position comfortable enough to allow her to sleep and even then her mind was still processing everything that happened. In an effort to relax she tried to focus on the sounds of the forest, the crickets, the feel of being mildly warm for the first time in a while. There were probably walkers nearby, they were never too far away, but their absence now made her feel a little peace as sleep finally overcame her.
“Nora.” The feel of someone tapping their fingers on her back brought a frown to her face as she slowly opened her bleary eyes and turned over to see the small blonde girl kneeling in front of her with a small smile. She cleared her throat but didn’t say anything as she tried to sit up. God everything hurts. She grimaced at the cramping in her stomach and the stiffness in her back.
“I’m sorry to wake you up, but we have some things to do before it gets dark and could use an extra set of hands if you’re feeling up for it.” After another second the girl held out her hand. “I’m Beth, Hershel’s daughter.” Nodding, she took clasped on to the girl’s hand, noting that they were softer than her own. She’d been too much of a tomboy as she kid and it had some lasting effects no matter how much lotion and exfoliating she did back before everything went to shit.
“Nice to meet you.” Standing up, she tried to assess just how much she could move. The first few hours would suck but she’d be fine.
“If you can make do with one hand then we’re golden.” Smiling Beth led her over to two other women who were introduced as Maggie and Lori. The short brunette seemed friendly enough, it was clear they shared their father’s warmth. Lori was polite enough but didn’t seem like she was willing to share anything other than her name. Nora chose not to read too much into it. She didn’t assume everyone would like her off the bat and beyond the medical supplies and clothes she’d brought, she hadn’t done much to prove herself.
They gave her what chores she could handle and the work helped loosen her muscles up a bit. She was introduced to Glenn and T-Dog as the day passed and had a moment to speak with Rick, which was stressful to say the least. He told her about their plans to get to the prison, but also his care about his group remaining safe, and made it clear that anyone who jeopardized their lives would have theirs by the end of the night.
“Well I hope it never has to come to that then.” Nora didn’t take being threatened very well, especially when she’d done nothing to deserve it, but she knew not to push buttons. She was a stranger, and armed with knives and makeshift weapons no one was really harmless these days. Her eyes focused on the movement behind Rick as she recognized Daryl’s familiar frame coming back to the camp. She frowned when she saw the rabbit and what looked like a squirrel. Rick turned to see what held her attention before heading over to him, T-Dog and the couple not too far behind.
“Looks like we’ll be eating soon.” Nora’s eyes narrowed as she turned to Beth, the reality of what she was saying finally sinking in.
“You’re telling me I ate squirrel last night?” The lack of emotion in her voice didn’t do much to hide the disgust reflecting in her eyes and Beth laughed.
“I think it’s better if I don’t tell you. It didn’t taste bad did it?” She shook her head.
“Then just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine.” She’d definitely eaten squirrel last night. Roast beef, chicken, bacon – it was all too good for this world. Beth bit her lip to keep the laughter in but Nora still saw her amusement.
“Hmm laugh all you want, that’s why I’m not sharing my last bag of skittles with you.” Beth’s gasp of horror brought a smile on a smile of her own as the finished up their duties before eating. While others were grabbing cans of chicken of the sea (Nora did too, of course), she was in the candy aisle stocking up on family size variety packs of candy and chocolate covered coffee beans. They served her sweet tooth well.
By the time they finished, Nora found that the smell of cooked meat overpowered her aversion to the knowledge of what it was and her growling stomach certainly didn’t mind. She was glad Daryl decided to sit next to since they’d get to talk a bit. Pursing her lips in though, she shrugged at his question.
“I feel pretty good considering. I have a lot more energy now that I’ve eaten an actual meal.” Nodding to Beth she continued on. “Blondie here said I looked like death. I think she like teasing strangers a little too much.” All teasing aside, the swelling in her face had gone down a lot since she slept on the cold ground and for that she was thankful. Smiling was still too much of a chore and stretching hurt but at least the throbbing pain in her ribs was more of a quiet ache. She and Beth managed to strike up a fast friendship. It was nice to have someone to talk to about things not related to walkers and death.
“What about you? It seems like hunting the little quitters worked up an appetite.” She teased. “I heard you might be going ahead of us to the prison?” She turned to him a bit more, her eyes searching his face before she spoke her mind, but kept her voice low.
“I know I have no right to suggest anything, but it seems like sending people out on their own might be more dangerous than it’s worth. If something happens out there, how will we know? More than walkers live in these woods. We saw that yesterday. Wouldn’t it be better for you to go as a group?” Nora didn’t like the thought of them going off on their own. Yes they had a destination and a plan, but anything could happen and she didn’t want Daryl to be a part of that.
The food he offered came as a surprise but she easily accepted it, glad to have something other than the chips and peas she’d been eating. While she was curious about the meat, she found she didn’t really care since her body craved the protein. After finishing her meal she settled down in Daryl’s sleeping bag since he’d ignored her offer to sleep without it. It took a while for her to find a position comfortable enough to allow her to sleep and even then her mind was still processing everything that happened. In an effort to relax she tried to focus on the sounds of the forest, the crickets, the feel of being mildly warm for the first time in a while. There were probably walkers nearby, they were never too far away, but their absence now made her feel a little peace as sleep finally overcame her.
“Nora.” The feel of someone tapping their fingers on her back brought a frown to her face as she slowly opened her bleary eyes and turned over to see the small blonde girl kneeling in front of her with a small smile. She cleared her throat but didn’t say anything as she tried to sit up. God everything hurts. She grimaced at the cramping in her stomach and the stiffness in her back.
“I’m sorry to wake you up, but we have some things to do before it gets dark and could use an extra set of hands if you’re feeling up for it.” After another second the girl held out her hand. “I’m Beth, Hershel’s daughter.” Nodding, she took clasped on to the girl’s hand, noting that they were softer than her own. She’d been too much of a tomboy as she kid and it had some lasting effects no matter how much lotion and exfoliating she did back before everything went to shit.
“Nice to meet you.” Standing up, she tried to assess just how much she could move. The first few hours would suck but she’d be fine.
“If you can make do with one hand then we’re golden.” Smiling Beth led her over to two other women who were introduced as Maggie and Lori. The short brunette seemed friendly enough, it was clear they shared their father’s warmth. Lori was polite enough but didn’t seem like she was willing to share anything other than her name. Nora chose not to read too much into it. She didn’t assume everyone would like her off the bat and beyond the medical supplies and clothes she’d brought, she hadn’t done much to prove herself.
They gave her what chores she could handle and the work helped loosen her muscles up a bit. She was introduced to Glenn and T-Dog as the day passed and had a moment to speak with Rick, which was stressful to say the least. He told her about their plans to get to the prison, but also his care about his group remaining safe, and made it clear that anyone who jeopardized their lives would have theirs by the end of the night.
“Well I hope it never has to come to that then.” Nora didn’t take being threatened very well, especially when she’d done nothing to deserve it, but she knew not to push buttons. She was a stranger, and armed with knives and makeshift weapons no one was really harmless these days. Her eyes focused on the movement behind Rick as she recognized Daryl’s familiar frame coming back to the camp. She frowned when she saw the rabbit and what looked like a squirrel. Rick turned to see what held her attention before heading over to him, T-Dog and the couple not too far behind.
“Looks like we’ll be eating soon.” Nora’s eyes narrowed as she turned to Beth, the reality of what she was saying finally sinking in.
“You’re telling me I ate squirrel last night?” The lack of emotion in her voice didn’t do much to hide the disgust reflecting in her eyes and Beth laughed.
“I think it’s better if I don’t tell you. It didn’t taste bad did it?” She shook her head.
“Then just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine.” She’d definitely eaten squirrel last night. Roast beef, chicken, bacon – it was all too good for this world. Beth bit her lip to keep the laughter in but Nora still saw her amusement.
“Hmm laugh all you want, that’s why I’m not sharing my last bag of skittles with you.” Beth’s gasp of horror brought a smile on a smile of her own as the finished up their duties before eating. While others were grabbing cans of chicken of the sea (Nora did too, of course), she was in the candy aisle stocking up on family size variety packs of candy and chocolate covered coffee beans. They served her sweet tooth well.
By the time they finished, Nora found that the smell of cooked meat overpowered her aversion to the knowledge of what it was and her growling stomach certainly didn’t mind. She was glad Daryl decided to sit next to since they’d get to talk a bit. Pursing her lips in though, she shrugged at his question.
“I feel pretty good considering. I have a lot more energy now that I’ve eaten an actual meal.” Nodding to Beth she continued on. “Blondie here said I looked like death. I think she like teasing strangers a little too much.” All teasing aside, the swelling in her face had gone down a lot since she slept on the cold ground and for that she was thankful. Smiling was still too much of a chore and stretching hurt but at least the throbbing pain in her ribs was more of a quiet ache. She and Beth managed to strike up a fast friendship. It was nice to have someone to talk to about things not related to walkers and death.
“What about you? It seems like hunting the little quitters worked up an appetite.” She teased. “I heard you might be going ahead of us to the prison?” She turned to him a bit more, her eyes searching his face before she spoke her mind, but kept her voice low.
“I know I have no right to suggest anything, but it seems like sending people out on their own might be more dangerous than it’s worth. If something happens out there, how will we know? More than walkers live in these woods. We saw that yesterday. Wouldn’t it be better for you to go as a group?” Nora didn’t like the thought of them going off on their own. Yes they had a destination and a plan, but anything could happen and she didn’t want Daryl to be a part of that.
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Daryl was glad that Nora could be feeling a little better. He couldn’t imagine how long it had been since she had a rather nice meal. Of course, they really couldn’t offer a luxurious, full on meal but it was nice since they had so many contributing to the cause of food. As she spoke about her connection with Beth, he was glad that she was making good friends with someone else in the group as well. Hopefully that connection would help influence her to stay with them. He knew the rest of the group would come around eventually- they always have and they always will. “Well, you look better- not to say that you didn’t look good even before.” He offered with a slight smile, going back to cleaning up one of his arrows. She really was a nice looking woman and Daryl thought she should know. Also, he hoped it would help her recover from her tragic run in with those men the other night. He didn’t see her as some sexual object as they did, he saw her as a nice, beautiful woman and that was very rare these days.
He laughed at her teasing and simply nodded wordlessly but then looked back into her eyes at her next statement about going on the run to the prison and back. He knew that she had very good and valid arguments about not needing to go alone and that going as a group would be better, but they had a system, basically. With a sigh, he just shrugged before answering. “Well, maybe you’re right but we have done it this way for a while. I usually go out on my own to search around and I’m always alright. I’m smart about what I do and I don’t ever go that far away.” He said softly and gave her a reassuring smile. He thought it was kind of sweet that she was seeming to worry about him going off on his own. “Don’t preoccupy yourself, it’ll be fine.” He assured her again with that smile.
After the meal was over and Daryl had stomped out the fire, he stretched out a bit and took his crossbow. “I’ll see you in a bit.” He told Nora before walking off towards Rick and talking to him for a brief moment before setting off. The prison was about a mile, maybe two miles away now. As one may think that all they needed to do was go right to the prison and take it over and they would be done- that was not the case at all. The horde that ran them off the Greene Family Farm was still behind them and would all eventually close in on the prison and one point in time. To do this effectively, they would basically have to make circuits around for months, trying to clear away all the area before doing too much with the prison. Now Daryl was set out to hike up to the prison to assess the situation. It was about a thirty minute brisk walk, Daryl now having a light sweat over his body when he reached the outside of the prison. On the outside, it was fairly desolate and inactive but inside was a completely different story. Guards and prisoners were all dead and walking around, looking for flesh to eat.
Closing in, Daryl took out his knife and entered through the little entrance that himself, Rick, and Glenn had created on their first visit to the prison. It was held together by some wire. After entering, Daryl took out his knife and took down a few walkers near him and worked his way up slowly. Of course, he couldn’t clear out the entire place but he got a good look. Once about a dozen were down, he slipped back out before he could get closed in. He would come back tomorrow when the horde was separated a bit and then do the same thing. He closed up the hole in the fence and then started back towards where the group was on the highway. He returned after about an hour and half in total and every one was about to move out and look for a house to stay in for the night and too scavenge for supplies.
Daryl returned and greeted everyone with a nod, kneeling down and rolling up his sleeping bag and sliding it in his backpack. He figured to just let Nora have it for good now no matter what but she really had nothing to carry it in so he took it for the time being. As they began walking, the hick and the sheriff assumed the front of the pack as they walked down the highway. A neighbor hood was just down the block and that’s where they would start looking.
Once to the street, they split up into three groups. Daryl, Rick, and Carl were the first group and everyone else sorted out into fours. The three males had the first three houses on the street. They really didn’t find all that much, just a bit of food and water, nothing ridiculous or miraculous. Its really just about what you would expect in the apocalypse. The group of eleven all met up again in the middle. All houses were searched and all walkers were downed in the neighborhood. They then went to the largest house on the street and ran one more sweep over the house and called it their home for the night. It was now later on into the afternoon and it was getting close to time to eat again. In one house, they found things to make sandwiches with if the bread wasn’t rotten, but it was, so they would have to settle for that and just some granola bars. Some members gathered around the table and others gathered around the couches and arm chairs and love seats. Daryl took a seat beside his new friend Nora on the couch with his food and bottle of water. “Hey, are you holding up okay?” he asked, his voice gruff but so caring and considerate all the same. It ha been a busy day and he hadn’t got a chance to check up on her and see how she and her injuries were faring.
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Fennec
Who are you when no one is watching?
- Joined
- Feb 5, 2015
Nora’s brow rose at his compliment, a small smile playing on her lips, and the blush evident on her face. She thought better of saying anything though. She had a way of putting her foot in her mouth whenever she attempted flirting…not that she was trying to flirt. She just wasn’t that great at accepting compliments. She hadn’t really done much in the way of dating before all of this. Sure she had a few boyfriends, and two abysmal nights she’d rather forget, but she spent her twenty four years steering clear of men for the most part. They were a bad distraction more often than not. At least the men she’d met.
His response to her concerns didn’t come as much of a surprise to her. They’d probably been a group for as long as she’d been on her own and they knew how to function as a group while she didn’t have one clue. Even so, his answer did little to comfort her. Why she even cared was beyond her. Well he did save you, Nora. And he’s been more than nice through all of this. It’s natural to worry. Letting out a long, hopeless breath she nodded and nudged his shoulder with her own before he got up to stomp out the fire.
“Just be careful then. We’ll need more squirrel after all.” She watched him go until someone fell into her line of site. Looking up she saw it was the woman everyone called Carol. They hadn’t talked yet but their eyes met a few times over the course of the day. The woman was quiet but smiled nonetheless.
“What can I do for you? Carol right?” The woman nodded before sitting down next to her.
“Carol’s right. I’m sorry we’re just now meeting, it’s just been a hectic few days.” Nora frowned as the woman spoke. She could hear the sadness in her voice and it reminded her of what Daryl mentioned the night before.
“If you don’t mind me asking. What happened? I don’t mean to be rude but all of you seem really down, some of you angry even.” Her eyes found Rick and Lori as she said the words. There was tension between them, but she didn’t know why. They not only had each other but their kid as well. You would think they’d be happier. Carol rubbed the tension from her forehead before explaining what happened in better detail. How they ended up at the farm, what Hershel had done, even Darryl being injured and the loss of her child. She could feel a knot forming in her throat as the woman spoke but she refused to cry. She didn’t feel right crying when they were the ones who lost so much. It seemed like death was on always on their heels and that was saying a lot considering the dead were ever present.
“How do you deal with it all?” Nora’s voice was a whisper as she tried to speak past the lump in her throat. “What do you do?” Carol shrugged before looking at her with eyes older than her years.
“You just keep going. I may have lost my blood family, but the people here are no less important to me. They keep me going, keep me sane.” She smiled. “Daryl has also been a rock to me although he’d never admit it. He’s a little rough around the edges but I’ve never met anyone with a bigger heart. He’s a good man, he doesn’t hear it enough.” Nora was quiet as she let the words sink in. If she stayed, this could be her family. She never found her parents, didn’t know whether they were dead or alive. As much as she wanted closure, maybe it was her turn to move one. To find new connections.
“He’s taken a liking to you.” Nora’s brows rose in question at Carol’s words, so she elaborated. “Daryl. I’m sure you’ve noticed he’s quiet, prefers to do things by himself. He wasn’t much of a talker, still isn’t unless he’s with you.” Nora snorted but the blush still crept up her neck.
“I think he just wants to make sure I’m alright.” She played with the sleeve of his shirt as she thought about their initial meeting. “I mean, I was three seconds from being raped before he showed up. I don’t think you can unsee that. I certainly can’t.” The tears she’d managed to keep at bay when Carol was talking finally spilled over. She was angry more than anything else, but the gravity of what happened finally caught up to her and Carol held her hand until she calmed down a bit.
“I can’t make you see what I see, but don’t jump to conclusions just yet. Everyone has their problems, their demons and now you have yours. That doesn’t make you any less deserving of love or friendship.” Carol squeezed her hand. “And don’t ever think for one moment that what happened to you was your fault. Okay.” Nora nodded quickly as she wiped her tear stained cheeks, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.
“Who knew I’d get such good advice today? Thank you for saying that. It means a lot even if we are in an apocalypse.” Carol smiled before patting her back and helping her up. The two continued talking about their lives and anything in general. It wasn’t long before Daryl returned and they gathered up their supplies to continue on down the road to the next neighborhood.
She joined Carol, Maggie, and Beth as they entered one of the houses to find supplies. She found canned food, stale crackers, a jacket and a few thermal shirts that were light enough to carry but insulated enough to keep them warm. The house they entered had an adjoining garage where she found a swiss army knife and a jug of gasoline along with a car that held what she assumed was the family. A man and woman with one child in her lap. It was clear they died from carbon monoxide a long time ago. She found she couldn’t fault them for wanting to die together. Turning away from the sight she made her back to the women before meeting the others and settling in one of the houses.
Nora was making do with the peanut butter and jelly they found, making little cracker sandwiches when Daryl plopped down beside her. She nodded at his concern before popping the food in her mouth. “I feel like I should be asking you that question. You’re always off somewhere. Watching you is exhausting.” She smiled before tucking her feet under her bottom and leaning into the couch, the fact that it made their legs touch wasn’t lost on her. “I’m pretty good though, just a stiff neck and shoulders. The pain medication helps my ribs a lot. Carol made me cry earlier too but it was for the best.” She tucked a stray lock behind her ear as she swallowed. “She also told me about your stint with the walker ears and this Andrea woman almost killing you.” Looking at him now, she would’ve never guessed that he’d ever be in that condition. “I thought you told me you never ventured that far.” She was curious about what made him do it. Carol told her parts but it was clear, she thought it was something that Nora should hear from him.
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Pulsar
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2014
- Location
- United States
Time skip: 8 months
Eight months had passed since the Greene Family Farm had burned down. The group had been on the run from house to house in rural Georgia while fleeing from the horde that came through. Finally, it seemed like the problems were resolved and things were relatively quiet around the group. Carl has now become more proficient with firearms. Daryl seems to have officially replaced Shane Walsh as Rick's right hand man and Lori's pregnancy is near term. All the group has really done for the past eight months was run in circles and get nowhere. However, that was about to change. After camping out along the highway, they all decided to make a move on the prison.
Rick, Glenn, and Daryl entered where the fence was cut and then tied back the opening once they were inside the exterior of the prison. They split up around the exterior into three sections of the fields on each side and started to take down the walkers. No one got overwhelmed and it was rather effective. The next order of business was moving them out and clearing out some space. It was time consuming and a bit difficult but it was done nonetheless. The next task was a bit more daunting… the entire prison yard was full of walkers and that’s where they needed to go.
They stood at the gates and although Glenn offered to make the run, Rick insisted that he would do it himself. Once everyone had piled into the exterior once it was safe, Rick informed Glenn, T-Dog, Beth, Nora and Maggie to distract the walkers and kill them through the fence with their knives or some other blunt weapon. Meanwhile, Daryl, Carol, Hershel, and Carl were instructed to climb up the guard tower and shoot the walkers from there. If everyone worked effectively and worked together, they might take the prison yard by the time nightfall came.
Rick strapped a rifle to his back and was handed some chains as Lori manned the fence. Rick headed towards the gate and killed a few walkers along the way before securing it and entering one of the towers inside the main gates. The members along the fence that were to take care of the walkers through the fence were doing so and the members manning the guns on top the other tower were doing fine as well. Daryl was pleased and impressed with Carl’s ability now to shoot, he was doing a fine job. Carol was becoming quite a nice shot as well.
Rick, with the help of the rest of the group, were able to shoot and take care of the remaining walkers in the prison yard. Once it was all cleared out, Daryl high-fived the young boy and then followed the others down the ladder. This place could be an absolute miracle if they get a nice system going. It was rather secluded and not too many walkers were nearby other than what were already inside and it would be basically impossible to attack. There were plenty of guard towers and there was plenty of space.
“Looks like you’re becoming quite the sharpshooter.” Daryl teased to Carol on their way down the stairs.
“Yeah, soon I’ll be better than you and I’ll have to hunt for the group.” She shot back with a light-hearted smile.
Again, Daryl being the very selfless and caring person, walked a bit slower for Hershel as he walked down the steps behind the hick. He didn’t want the farmer to fall or have anything bad happen.
“Are you alright, old man?” Daryl grinned, feeling in a rather happy mood now. Things were finally looking up for the group and this might be a permanent home.
“Worry about yourself. I’m fine.” Hershel said when they finally reached the bottom. He let out a breathless laugh, old age not doing him so well going down the large number of steps but he was in good spirits nonetheless.
Night time was quickly closing in over the prison and everyone- mostly everyone- was in a mood to celebrate. Rick was still hurriedly pacing around the fence, making two or three rotations around and still going. Daryl was stationed out to watch the main gate with Nora for a bit. They talked a bit about the prison and how it could be something amazing if they are able to take the interior. Rick came around and relieved them to go sit down with the rest of the group. They were having a fireside meal in the grass and the Greene sisters were singing some old Irish drinking song that Hershel requested them to sing.
After it was over, Daryl took the meat on the stick from some animals he scrounged up earlier and began to eat. He sat beside Nora now and they have become rather close in the past few months. They talked a lot every day and got to know each other more and more. It seemed like she was closest with him than anyone else and the same for Daryl.That wasn’t a bad thing at all as Daryl just loved having her around and having her presence around him.
“Doesn’t rabbit taste great?” Daryl asked her in a teasing manner, recalling their first night when she didn’t even realize what she was eating. They had come a long way since then.
Eight months had passed since the Greene Family Farm had burned down. The group had been on the run from house to house in rural Georgia while fleeing from the horde that came through. Finally, it seemed like the problems were resolved and things were relatively quiet around the group. Carl has now become more proficient with firearms. Daryl seems to have officially replaced Shane Walsh as Rick's right hand man and Lori's pregnancy is near term. All the group has really done for the past eight months was run in circles and get nowhere. However, that was about to change. After camping out along the highway, they all decided to make a move on the prison.
Rick, Glenn, and Daryl entered where the fence was cut and then tied back the opening once they were inside the exterior of the prison. They split up around the exterior into three sections of the fields on each side and started to take down the walkers. No one got overwhelmed and it was rather effective. The next order of business was moving them out and clearing out some space. It was time consuming and a bit difficult but it was done nonetheless. The next task was a bit more daunting… the entire prison yard was full of walkers and that’s where they needed to go.
They stood at the gates and although Glenn offered to make the run, Rick insisted that he would do it himself. Once everyone had piled into the exterior once it was safe, Rick informed Glenn, T-Dog, Beth, Nora and Maggie to distract the walkers and kill them through the fence with their knives or some other blunt weapon. Meanwhile, Daryl, Carol, Hershel, and Carl were instructed to climb up the guard tower and shoot the walkers from there. If everyone worked effectively and worked together, they might take the prison yard by the time nightfall came.
Rick strapped a rifle to his back and was handed some chains as Lori manned the fence. Rick headed towards the gate and killed a few walkers along the way before securing it and entering one of the towers inside the main gates. The members along the fence that were to take care of the walkers through the fence were doing so and the members manning the guns on top the other tower were doing fine as well. Daryl was pleased and impressed with Carl’s ability now to shoot, he was doing a fine job. Carol was becoming quite a nice shot as well.
Rick, with the help of the rest of the group, were able to shoot and take care of the remaining walkers in the prison yard. Once it was all cleared out, Daryl high-fived the young boy and then followed the others down the ladder. This place could be an absolute miracle if they get a nice system going. It was rather secluded and not too many walkers were nearby other than what were already inside and it would be basically impossible to attack. There were plenty of guard towers and there was plenty of space.
“Looks like you’re becoming quite the sharpshooter.” Daryl teased to Carol on their way down the stairs.
“Yeah, soon I’ll be better than you and I’ll have to hunt for the group.” She shot back with a light-hearted smile.
Again, Daryl being the very selfless and caring person, walked a bit slower for Hershel as he walked down the steps behind the hick. He didn’t want the farmer to fall or have anything bad happen.
“Are you alright, old man?” Daryl grinned, feeling in a rather happy mood now. Things were finally looking up for the group and this might be a permanent home.
“Worry about yourself. I’m fine.” Hershel said when they finally reached the bottom. He let out a breathless laugh, old age not doing him so well going down the large number of steps but he was in good spirits nonetheless.
Night time was quickly closing in over the prison and everyone- mostly everyone- was in a mood to celebrate. Rick was still hurriedly pacing around the fence, making two or three rotations around and still going. Daryl was stationed out to watch the main gate with Nora for a bit. They talked a bit about the prison and how it could be something amazing if they are able to take the interior. Rick came around and relieved them to go sit down with the rest of the group. They were having a fireside meal in the grass and the Greene sisters were singing some old Irish drinking song that Hershel requested them to sing.
After it was over, Daryl took the meat on the stick from some animals he scrounged up earlier and began to eat. He sat beside Nora now and they have become rather close in the past few months. They talked a lot every day and got to know each other more and more. It seemed like she was closest with him than anyone else and the same for Daryl.That wasn’t a bad thing at all as Daryl just loved having her around and having her presence around him.
“Doesn’t rabbit taste great?” Daryl asked her in a teasing manner, recalling their first night when she didn’t even realize what she was eating. They had come a long way since then.
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Fennec
Who are you when no one is watching?
- Joined
- Feb 5, 2015
Eight months and hundreds of walkers later, Nora was still alive and well with the man and group that saved her. Her injuries had healed long ago and some new ones managed to take their place, but all in all, she was something close to resembling happy. She was glad she hadn’t left when she originally planned to. No one said anything when the weeks turned into months and she was grateful for that as she still couldn’t bring herself to figure out why she chose to stay. Spending time with everyone, learning their stories and leaning on one another for support – it was something that she never thought she’d have again.
The months camping out gave her time to actually learn how to fight better and defend herself in the absence of the rest of her group. She learned how to skin an animal and find her way through the forest if she ever got lost. Some of the things she learned from Carol, others from Rick, but for the most part she found that Darryl was always willing to teach her when he had the time. She was surprised, at first, that he was so open with her. Especially when she saw his interactions with the rest of the group but she preferred not to think too much about it. She liked what they had and didn’t want to mess it up but by pushing too hard.
When Rick finally announced that they’d be moving to the prison, Nora was relieved. She enjoyed the quiet of the forest, especially after trying to survive in the city, but finally having a goal and destination gave her some much needed energy. The fact that it’d also allow them security and safety helped soothe her nerves. They were lucky to not have encountered too much danger during the months.
It didn’t take the group long to pack up their things and head to the prison. It was a straight shot thanks to all of the work the guys put in earlier. Even so, the prison itself still needed a lot of work and they wasted no time in disposing of the walker that remained. It was tiring but the knowledge that they’d soon have a place of their own made it easier. As she sank her knife into a walker’s head, she wondered if they’d come here looking for refuge like they were doing now as most of them weren’t in the prison or police uniform.
“We’ll finally have a bed to sleep on. No windy nights, or bugs crawling over our faces…hopefully.” Nora turned to Maggie with a raised brow as she checked back in to the present.
“True but I’m looking forward to the running water moreso than anything else. There’s only so much a river can do to keep you clean.” She mused. “It’ll be good for you dad too. He’ll get a chance to really rest. We shouldn’t get our hopes up too much though. We don’t know what it’s like inside.” Maggie paused and looked at her for a moment a small smile on her face. “What?” Shaking her head Maggie kept going.
“Thanks for looking out for him. Means a lot.” Nora didn’t say anything but blush on her face spoke volumes.
Hours later they were finally finished and Nora’s arms burned from working so much but she was ecstatic. She wouldn’t have to sleep with one eye open anymore. After cleaning the dredge off her arms and changing into a loose sweater she joined Daryl in the tower which was fun, but then again being with him always made her smile. She got to rest her feet and talk for a bit before heading down to eat. It was in that moment, as her hair tried its best to find its way into her meal, that she realized she needed to cut her hair. The blonde tresses were falling far too close to her bottom and piling it into a bun was getting to be too heavy.
It wasn’t long before the two were talking like they usually did over the past months. She nodded in response to his question while looking at the meat with appreciative eyes. It’s good…but I think it need a little more salt. You’re not losing your touch are you Daryl?” She gave him a serious look, but it didn’t last long before a smile spread across her face. It wasn’t a successful day if they didn’t tease each other at least once. Her eyes scanned the group before settling of Lori. She was a woman of few words when it came to Nora. She didn’t understand what made Lori decide to keep her child when this was the only life she could offer it, but it wasn’t her business. Nora loved children even when the world wasn’t filled with zombies, she was in no hurry for them. It did make her wonder about Daryl though as she never asked. She knew he was older but never really thought about what that could mean until now. Without much thought, she let the words fall from her lips.
“Before all this happened, what was your life like? Did you have a girl? Kids? Where you married?” Her brow rose as she looked at him. “Where you a daddy Dixon?” She could picture it…well not in that order, but why any girl would pass him up was beyond her. He was the epitome of a bad boy with a good heart and wasn't that every girl's fantasy?
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Pulsar
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2014
- Location
- United States
With Nora’s serious look and teasing to him about losing his touch, Daryl couldn’t help but let out a gruff chuckle when he saw that nice smile across Nora’s face. Her happiness really directly correlated with his happiness now. If she was having a rough day, he couldn’t help but feel down. As the months went on, he felt his feelings for Nora grow and grow. He didn’t try to fight them, he only embraced them with open arms. Now that they would finally have a chance to rest and just take it easy, Daryl decided that now would be the best time for him to try and take things further with the blonde woman. Survival had been such a focal part the past year that he hadn’t got a real chance to try to talk to her about anything, but now that was going to change. “No, I’m not losing my touch. I will never lose my touch. You’re just losing your taste.” He teased back to her with a chuckle, now leaning back against his large backpack, propping up on his elbows in a comfortable way. He loved their teasing that they got in every day. It brought them closer and was a way to relax and let off some stress, just sharing a laugh and a joke.
Next, Nora’s rapid fire of questions stumped him for a second. Before answering, he just chuckled and shook his head. He didn’t know why she waited so long to ask but she just kept asking question after question, but Daryl didn’t mind at all. He went over the questions again to try and make sure that he answered them all for her and then began his reply. “Well…” He started. “I lived in the mountains in Northern Georgia… I lived with my older brother Merle. Our parents… weren’t that great. They were all drunk all the time and neglectful so my childhood wasn’t that great.” He explained with a shrug. It was true but he didn’t dwell on it. It only toughened him up and it showed in the apocalypse. It was also a main reason he was so caring. Everyone should be cared for and Daryl understood that even if he hadn’t had someone care for him in his life.
“Mom died in a house fire when I was young, just learning to ride a bicycle. My brother, Merle, wasn’t around that often either, he got into a lot of trouble. He taught me to be tough and to be a man but it was usually just me alone.” He added with a nod. He was often left to fend for himself when Merle wasn’t around. “That’s why I learned to hunt and track and be good with navigating. I’d go off into the woods to hunt for food and track down animals and have to find my way back so I didn’t get stuck outside. It happened when I was twelve, I got lost for nine days, had to eat wild berries and use posion oak as a substitute for toilet paper. Merle was in juvenile detention and my father was still drunk off his ass, didn’t notice I was gone so I just wlaked in the back door and made a sandwich.” He said with a little laugh. It could be comical in a way to him. Instead of being mad about it, that’s how he dealt with his shitty childhood. “After I got older, I tried to make a life but it was hard. I usually just drifted around and followed my brother but that wasn’t always the best. I wasn’t married, didn’t have any kids. I had a few girlfriends but nothing was ever that serious.” He admitted with a nod. It was strange to most whenthey thought about it. Daryl had lived a life full of sadness, agony, and negligence. However he was the most caring, kind, and loyal person you would ever meet in the modern day world with the apocalypse going on. It was odd how a man whom has never known love, true love, or had anyone to care about him could show so much passion to others. Daryl was truly a special man but he was humble, he didn’t think he was anything that special.
“What about you?” He asked, tilting his head at Nora with a smile. “Did you have anyone before the apocalypse?” he asked curiously. Maybe now would be the best time to try and quicken things between them, he thought.
Next, Nora’s rapid fire of questions stumped him for a second. Before answering, he just chuckled and shook his head. He didn’t know why she waited so long to ask but she just kept asking question after question, but Daryl didn’t mind at all. He went over the questions again to try and make sure that he answered them all for her and then began his reply. “Well…” He started. “I lived in the mountains in Northern Georgia… I lived with my older brother Merle. Our parents… weren’t that great. They were all drunk all the time and neglectful so my childhood wasn’t that great.” He explained with a shrug. It was true but he didn’t dwell on it. It only toughened him up and it showed in the apocalypse. It was also a main reason he was so caring. Everyone should be cared for and Daryl understood that even if he hadn’t had someone care for him in his life.
“Mom died in a house fire when I was young, just learning to ride a bicycle. My brother, Merle, wasn’t around that often either, he got into a lot of trouble. He taught me to be tough and to be a man but it was usually just me alone.” He added with a nod. He was often left to fend for himself when Merle wasn’t around. “That’s why I learned to hunt and track and be good with navigating. I’d go off into the woods to hunt for food and track down animals and have to find my way back so I didn’t get stuck outside. It happened when I was twelve, I got lost for nine days, had to eat wild berries and use posion oak as a substitute for toilet paper. Merle was in juvenile detention and my father was still drunk off his ass, didn’t notice I was gone so I just wlaked in the back door and made a sandwich.” He said with a little laugh. It could be comical in a way to him. Instead of being mad about it, that’s how he dealt with his shitty childhood. “After I got older, I tried to make a life but it was hard. I usually just drifted around and followed my brother but that wasn’t always the best. I wasn’t married, didn’t have any kids. I had a few girlfriends but nothing was ever that serious.” He admitted with a nod. It was strange to most whenthey thought about it. Daryl had lived a life full of sadness, agony, and negligence. However he was the most caring, kind, and loyal person you would ever meet in the modern day world with the apocalypse going on. It was odd how a man whom has never known love, true love, or had anyone to care about him could show so much passion to others. Daryl was truly a special man but he was humble, he didn’t think he was anything that special.
“What about you?” He asked, tilting his head at Nora with a smile. “Did you have anyone before the apocalypse?” he asked curiously. Maybe now would be the best time to try and quicken things between them, he thought.
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Fennec
Who are you when no one is watching?
- Joined
- Feb 5, 2015
“Laugh all you want. These are the questions friendship is built on.” The knowing tone was evident in her voice as she watched him smile and think about the question before replying. The way he described his life was surprising. Nora didn’t really understand how he could be so nonchalant about a lack of love and support in his life, but then again if that’s all you know, how could you be upset? She was just glad he turned out to be the man in front her now. Taking a deep breath, Nora mulled over the question before answering honestly.
“There was no one just before everything happened.” Clearing her throat she looped her hair to one side so she could braid it before continuing on. “I was in love once, but that was a long time ago. Early on in college. I can’t say I regret it.” She smiled softly before tilting her head. “After that I kinda slept my way around. It was all safe, sane, and consensual. I just was heartbroken and thought feeling wanted for a few hours would make it better. It didn't of course, but the few years after that were great. I got into the medical program of my dreams, met some really great people, saved some lives, and had one or two one night stands.” Her face scrunched with shame, disappointment and a little amusement as laid down next to him. Her relationship history was abysmal compared to his. She wasn't ashamed, just a little embarrassed. “Annnd that’s my relationship status. Also I didn’t have any siblings but my parents were pretty great.” Nora sobered at the thought before turning her body to face his Daryl’s and cradling her head in her hands.
“I don’t think they made it, I don’t actually know but I spent enough time searching for them to not get my hopes up.” She couldn’t hide the sadness in her voice. Her eyes watched as the firelight played against his features and had the urge to be closer to him. As she usually did these days, she squashed the feeling. “I just hope they were together when it happened. I’ve never seen two people more in love. I always hoped I would find something like that one day but…well it just seems impossible now.” She shrugged as she smiled ruefully.
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Daryl listened to Nora speak and nodded along with her. She really did seem like a really nice woman and he was glad to be around her. He felt comfort and safeness just in her presence. It was something that Daryl couldn’t put into words or describe at all. The past few months had just been so hectic, he hadn’t gotten a chance to really talk to her about things. Now, however, here they were, laying around the campfire in front of the prison gates. The distant sounds of snarling filled the air but that was okay, they were safe now. Tomorrow, they would take the front of the prison, clear out a cell block, and then call it home. Finally, there would be some stability and hope for everyone. It was something Daryl looked forward to having.
Daryl’s feelings about the blonde woman in front of him weren’t really known to anyone. Actually, the only person outside of himself who knew that he felt something for her was Carol. He had a little chat with her a while ago because Daryl wasn’t exactly the gushy, romantic type and wasn’t quite sure how to talk to Nora about how he felt. What happened to Daryl was really the reverse of everyone else in the world it seemed. The apocalypse didn’t make him build up a shell to push everyone away, he had that before the apocalypse, now he was more caring and inviting because he realized that love and friendship is all they had now and this group was his family. He loved them all but he felt a special way about Nora.
The last thing that Nora said made Daryl feel sad in a way. To know that she felt like it was impossible to find someone whom would care for her in that way made his chest ache. She really was an amazing woman and she deserved something great- something Daryl wanted to give her. Everyone was clearing out now, spreading out to sleep as Daryl lay propped on his elbows, glancing down at her. What better time to talk to her about it than now? He wondered. He wasn’t nervous, he wasn’t shy about it, he didn’t see any point of holding back positive feelings in a time where they are scarce.
“Actually, it is one hundred percent possible, Nora.” He began right after she finished speaking and gave her a smile. “One thing I learned is never giving up hope. It’s how we came this far. We’ve all stayed together because we had that hope and that we had each other.” He paused with a little sigh, smiling down at her. “You can find something like that… maybe even tonight with the hick that’s right in front of you.” He said, now reaching his hand to move some hair out of her face before continuing. “You’re a special woman and I feel so privileged to have met you. My quality of life has been so much better since you were involved in it and I feel something deeper for you than I’ve ever felt for anyone my entire life and I don’t want to go any longer with you knowing.” After saying this, he smiled once more and then leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek- far too gentle to come from a man whom once seemed so gruff and distant- but it was true, his hard and rough exterior isn’t something he had on the inside. He was the most caring man anyone could know and he did care deeply for Nora and getting It off his chest relieved him. Now he just hoped she reciprocated the feelings which he had a pretty good feeling that she would.
Daryl’s feelings about the blonde woman in front of him weren’t really known to anyone. Actually, the only person outside of himself who knew that he felt something for her was Carol. He had a little chat with her a while ago because Daryl wasn’t exactly the gushy, romantic type and wasn’t quite sure how to talk to Nora about how he felt. What happened to Daryl was really the reverse of everyone else in the world it seemed. The apocalypse didn’t make him build up a shell to push everyone away, he had that before the apocalypse, now he was more caring and inviting because he realized that love and friendship is all they had now and this group was his family. He loved them all but he felt a special way about Nora.
The last thing that Nora said made Daryl feel sad in a way. To know that she felt like it was impossible to find someone whom would care for her in that way made his chest ache. She really was an amazing woman and she deserved something great- something Daryl wanted to give her. Everyone was clearing out now, spreading out to sleep as Daryl lay propped on his elbows, glancing down at her. What better time to talk to her about it than now? He wondered. He wasn’t nervous, he wasn’t shy about it, he didn’t see any point of holding back positive feelings in a time where they are scarce.
“Actually, it is one hundred percent possible, Nora.” He began right after she finished speaking and gave her a smile. “One thing I learned is never giving up hope. It’s how we came this far. We’ve all stayed together because we had that hope and that we had each other.” He paused with a little sigh, smiling down at her. “You can find something like that… maybe even tonight with the hick that’s right in front of you.” He said, now reaching his hand to move some hair out of her face before continuing. “You’re a special woman and I feel so privileged to have met you. My quality of life has been so much better since you were involved in it and I feel something deeper for you than I’ve ever felt for anyone my entire life and I don’t want to go any longer with you knowing.” After saying this, he smiled once more and then leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek- far too gentle to come from a man whom once seemed so gruff and distant- but it was true, his hard and rough exterior isn’t something he had on the inside. He was the most caring man anyone could know and he did care deeply for Nora and getting It off his chest relieved him. Now he just hoped she reciprocated the feelings which he had a pretty good feeling that she would.
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Who are you when no one is watching?
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Nora’s smile faltered when he spoke up. How could it be possible at a time like this? The thought of finding love – asking for it – seemed almost selfish when there were people out there who had no one. No family, not friends, not even someone to just talk to. Companionship was a luxury and right now she had so much of it. It would be wrong of her to ask for more, but as she listened to Daryl and thought about the couples in her camp, part of her began to wonder why she felt that way. Times were bleak, but at the end of the day, they still had to live their lives and if that included love…who was she to stop it?
Her tired eyes softened as he referred to himself as a hick and brushed her hair back. His admission wasn’t surprising but it didn’t stop the blush of pleasure from forming on her cheeks. If she was honest with herself, she felt very much the same way and that scared her. Her eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to her cheek and she bit her bottom lip until it came away red as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I like you Daryl…probably more than I should, and every inch of me wants all that comes with being with you. But the doubts keep popping up. What if we only feel this way because any day could be our last or because we’re both young and in the same place? What if I’m not really what you want? But more than that, what if one of us doesn’t make it?” It was hard voicing her fears because it made them more real, more valid. They weren’t just petty imaginings from her mind.
“I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you right now as my friend. I can’t imagine losing you as a lover.” Even with those fears, the thought of Daryl being the man she might spend the rest of her life with – no matter how long that was – seemed to be winning out. She wouldn’t have to second guess whether she wanted to touch him, wouldn’t have to hide the smiles or glances she sent his way. Her eyes wandered to the other couples in the camp each one representing her thoughts. Lori and Rick were on the rocks. Yes, they promised to commit to each other but it seemed like they checked out from their relationship even with Carl and the baby on the way. Glenn and Maggie were new, fresh and in love. They had no clue what would happen but they were fine because they had each other in that moment. It was innocent, naïve. It was like watching the beginning and the end. You’re not them. You’ll walk your own path with Daryl.
“I want to be with you. I will be with you.” She raised her two fingers as she looked at him, her words quiet. “You have to tell me when things are bothering if, if your feelings change. And two,” Nora’s eyes fell to his chest as she tried to voice her thoughts. “I know you like to go on your own and I’m not asking you to change that…but be careful. Please.” Her eyes were steady when she faced him. “I don’t think you’d like it much if I had to come look for you because I would without a second thought.”
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Daryl was frightened now. He never got scared or intimidated but he felt his chest aching when she first spoke. He wasn’t scared of finding love during this time or afraid of losing her but out of all the things he could possibly be scared of, the hick was afraid of being rejected. From the sound of what Nora was saying, things didn’t seem too good for him at that moment. Even though he should worry about survival and how to get the next meal, he was worrying about what Nora thinks about him, but he knew that was okay.
The frown was actually quite heavy on his face and it was clear that he was disgruntled and confused. “Well, first off, I really don’t think us feeling this way is because that any day could be our last. I’ve been near plenty of women in the past year, some passed in and out of our group, some we met along the way, and I haven’t felt an attachment to them. I haven’t care about them but it’s different for you. As I am sure that there were plenty of men in your camp too but you probably didn’t feel a particular way about them.” He added first with a nod, debunking her first worry.
“Then how do I know if you are really what I want? I just know. You’re special, Nora. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re fun to be around, you make me smile and you are the only person that could make me blush.” He pointed out with a chuckle because it was true. Daryl never blushed or did anything of the manner but Nora could work special ways on him. “Don’t you doubt if you aren’t really what I want. I know that you are and no matter who comes along or what we go through, it will never, ever change.” He said firmly, moving a hand to stroke through her hair after getting rid of her second worry.
The last worry that she expressed was a bit rougher though and for that, he sighed softly. “If something happens and one of us don’t make it… then we will just have to go on.” He said with a shrug. “Yes, I know that it’s possible and I know how hard it could be but that doesn’t matter. Love is something that is special to the world and it’s one of the only pure things that we still have now… why should we just throw all that away just because we face the possibility of death? I don’t see that as a valid reason to decide and not be together… even before the apocalypse, death was still a problem. Two people could claim their love and then one could easily get killed in a car crash or have a heart attack or something the next day. But people still let their love show, why be different now?” He questioned and shrugged though felt like he made a good case and just hoped Nora would feel the same as he.
After she spoke again, a smile came to his face. He found it rather adorable with the last part she talked about, coming to look for him and it was clear that she did care for him too. He moved to wrap his arms around her body and he pulled close to her and then gave her a little nod. “Okay, I will tell you if something is bothering me but just know that my feeling won’t change… and I will be careful, I promise.” He said with a nod, gazing down into her eyes, tightening his grip on her even more. Everyone else was asleep by now so it was quiet and they were just enjoying the moment together as he stared down into her eyes.
The frown was actually quite heavy on his face and it was clear that he was disgruntled and confused. “Well, first off, I really don’t think us feeling this way is because that any day could be our last. I’ve been near plenty of women in the past year, some passed in and out of our group, some we met along the way, and I haven’t felt an attachment to them. I haven’t care about them but it’s different for you. As I am sure that there were plenty of men in your camp too but you probably didn’t feel a particular way about them.” He added first with a nod, debunking her first worry.
“Then how do I know if you are really what I want? I just know. You’re special, Nora. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re fun to be around, you make me smile and you are the only person that could make me blush.” He pointed out with a chuckle because it was true. Daryl never blushed or did anything of the manner but Nora could work special ways on him. “Don’t you doubt if you aren’t really what I want. I know that you are and no matter who comes along or what we go through, it will never, ever change.” He said firmly, moving a hand to stroke through her hair after getting rid of her second worry.
The last worry that she expressed was a bit rougher though and for that, he sighed softly. “If something happens and one of us don’t make it… then we will just have to go on.” He said with a shrug. “Yes, I know that it’s possible and I know how hard it could be but that doesn’t matter. Love is something that is special to the world and it’s one of the only pure things that we still have now… why should we just throw all that away just because we face the possibility of death? I don’t see that as a valid reason to decide and not be together… even before the apocalypse, death was still a problem. Two people could claim their love and then one could easily get killed in a car crash or have a heart attack or something the next day. But people still let their love show, why be different now?” He questioned and shrugged though felt like he made a good case and just hoped Nora would feel the same as he.
After she spoke again, a smile came to his face. He found it rather adorable with the last part she talked about, coming to look for him and it was clear that she did care for him too. He moved to wrap his arms around her body and he pulled close to her and then gave her a little nod. “Okay, I will tell you if something is bothering me but just know that my feeling won’t change… and I will be careful, I promise.” He said with a nod, gazing down into her eyes, tightening his grip on her even more. Everyone else was asleep by now so it was quiet and they were just enjoying the moment together as he stared down into her eyes.