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Of All These Yesterdays


After a rather refreshing bath in the quarry, I found Daryl about to ahead out of camp, presumably hunting for more game to bring back. Since, Andrea had left with the scavenging team after providing me with clothes; I didn’t really know anybody else besides Shane and Lori, who already disliked me for unknown reasons, and her son, Carl. Daryl Dixon was the next best person in my opinion to keep close to.

“You mind if I tag along?” I asked, straightening the strap on my crossbow as I walked alongside him.

He paused in his walk toward the outskirts of the woods. “Nah, you’ll only slow me down,” Daryl said curtly, not even turning his head to look at me, which made me roll my eyes. I knew he would go this route. He always does.

I put my hands on my hips, raising an eyebrow. “Why not, I’m not a bad shot. You’ve seen me at work.” I crossed my arms, smirking up at his towering physique when he turned to face me.

The hunter gave me a blank look, shaking his head. “No, ya ain’t coming with me, stay here. End of story.” He waved me off with a hand and started walking toward the woods again.

“Daryl, I’m coming with ya whether ya want me to or not.” I said persistently with so much defiance toward the man in front of me while I followed close behind him.

“No, ya ain’t.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“No, Elena, ya can’t come. Go back to the camp. I don’t need a princess like ya following me around like a lost puppy.”

“I ain’t no damn princess! I’m far from one of those!”

“Yeah, ya are.” Daryl sniggered, which turned my face every shade of red possible, and I had to bite my tongue from shooting back a rather nasty insult.

I didn’t want this man angry with me and after all, he was the only person I knew better than anyone else in this camp full of suspicious strangers. Usually, I’m the one that sticks to someone I know in a situation such as this, or I isolate myself from the rest of the group, much like what Daryl is doing right now.

“Daryl, I am this far from punching you in the face.” I hissed, which only earned me a smirk from the redneck beside of me. I glowered back, not amused.

“Ain’t there someone else besides me ya should be bugging the hell out of?”

“Don’t know anyone besides ya.” I replied rather snarky and with as much sass as possible with my hands on my hips. “Besides, it’s my job to annoy you, remember?”

“You do a great goddamn job of doing it.”

This made me smile triumphantly. “Glad to hear it. Now, let’s get a move on. I ain’t got all day. We got some huntin’ to do.”

He paused in his trek down to the woods yet again to turn and face me. Daryl cut his eyes at me in annoyance, his mouth a tight line. I shot back with my own hard glare, still with my hands on my hips with one hip jabbed out.

For a while, we stood like that, staring at each other. I was waiting for him to crack and let me come along, and he wanted me to give up and leave him in peace.

“Damn woman, ya ain’t gon’ take no for an answer are ya?” Daryl huffed exasperatedly by my persistence. “Just as bullhead as ever.”

“Daryl, how long have you known me?” I smirked, crossing my arms.

“Too long, it seems, but no, Elena for that hundredth time, you ain’t coming with me. It’s too dangerous for a woman like ya self.

“Don’t you use that card on me, Mr. Dixon. I am far from a damsel in distress. I can take care of myself; I’ve been doing it before and since the world ended. You of all people should know that.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Daryl huffed with a shrug of his shoulders, not quite meeting my eyes.

Daryl, surprisingly, was the first person I ever confided in about my rough childhood. He never talked when I told my story, he just listened and to tell the truth that’s all I really needed – someone to hear me out. After all in the end, I would find out he could relate more to me than anyone else could.

So with or without Daryl’s permission to tag along, I went hunting with him anyway.

A few hours into our hunt, Daryl and I had caught a few squirrels, but nothing much else besides this. It appeared to me, that we would be eating squirrel for days, if this was all we managed to catch. I’m not saying I won’t eat it, but after a while of the same thing day in and day out, it gets old.

“What we need is a deer,” I suggested while we were taking a break, sitting on a fallen tree log. “That would last us for a few days, wouldn’t it, Daryl?”

“Yeah, that would be somethin’, bringing back a deer to camp.”

I nodded in agreement as I carved an “X” into the wood of the fallen tree with my bowie knife. Daryl glanced over at me.

“What are ya doing there?”

“Marking this, so we’ll know we’ve been here.”

“Ya ain’t as dumb as ya look.”

“Hey, who you callin’ dumb-

I was cut off by Daryl, who put a hand over my mouth mid- insult. He was pointing up at something in front of us. Following his finger, I saw a grazing deer standing a few feet away from us. My eyes widened, knowing this could be our chance to bring back something worth eating to the camp.

Speak of the devil.

Daryl put a finger to his lips, and I nodded in understanding. He brought his hand away from my mouth and he stood up, readying his crossbow for a shot as he moved in closer on stealthy feet. I knew both of us were holding in our breaths. Time seemed to slow down as Daryl lined up his shot with the target in front of him and I dared not move an inch.

Just as Daryl pulled the trigger and the arrow went flying through the air, the deer’s head shot up in alarm, sensing our presence. The arrow cut through the air, burying itself in the animal’s neck, but the creature did not fall. Instead the deer turned and bolted with Daryl following close behind as I shot up onto my feet, following suit after him.

“We need to go back to camp, Daryl,” I whispered while looking up at the starry night sky above us. This tracking a wounded deer in the middle of the night probably wasn’t the wisest idea considering that the world was being overran with the reanimated, flesh-eating dead.

Daryl didn’t respond, just knelt down to inspect the ground.

“Blood – it’s fresh, must be close by.” He murmured, standing up and walking forward and I, begrudgingly followed behind him.

I had given up hours ago at sunset, but this man, he never quit. He was determined to bring back that deer to camp. All I wanted was to get back to camp and get some sleep. I didn’t want to stay up the whole night tracking a deer.

“Seriously, we need to get back. I’m tired and hungry.” I brought a hand up to my mouth and yawned to get my point across, which failed. The man before me did not care.

“Shut ya whining mouth, girl,” Daryl grunted and then turned and handed me something, “Here take this.”

“What is it?” I asked as I closed my hand over it.

“Jerky now, shut up and eat it.”

“This isn’t what I had in mind.”

“Then, don’t eat it and starve to death, see if I care.”

“Okay, I’ll eat it,” I said, knowing he was secretly trying to be nice, “and thanks, Daryl.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said gruffly, continuing to track the wounded deer.


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this is good

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Thanks so much for the comment!:) Glad you enjoyed the update!XDD I was afraid this update wouldn't be good enough for my readers. I had really, really bad Writer's Block, and that was the whole reason why I had not updated in quite awhile.

I was so excited to see that you had updated! I'm glad Elena and Glenn are starting to interact. I'm sure he'll be able to break down the walls she's putting up around herself. Can't wait for more! :)

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I am about to update right now!:) I hope you enjoy!:D Sorry, I haven't updated in quite awhile! I've been having terrible Writer's Block!:/

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please update

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