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Wayward Journey	By : SunsetSadness Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 4675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Walking Dead universe & Daryl Dixon belongs wholly to Kirkman/AMC. Original character Naomi belongs to me. I make no money from writing this story, it is strictly for entertainment purposes only. Do Not Repost Anywhere.

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Daryl kept his eyes on the road, the silence between them more comfortable than it had been previously. Naomi's fingers toyed with each other in the silence as she stared out the window, nothing but a stretch of forest for miles. Eventually she allowed her head to rest back against the seat, closing her eyes and letting the warmth come through the glass and reside on her skin; it felt nice. Daryl would occasionally glance in her direction, watching the sun kiss her skin as she laid relaxed against his seat. His eyes stayed fixed on her for a few moments, only darting away in quick glances towards the road on occasion as he observed her. She was beauty in a world of chaos.
Deciding it was probably going to be considered creepy for him to be staring at her, he fixed his gaze back on the road. Not long after he did this he heard her voice, and he glanced at her through the corner of his eyes. "So where'd you learn to use the crossbow? You any good with it?" Her eyes fluttered open and she turned her head, letting her gaze fall upon his face.
A noise escaped Daryl's lips as he heard her questions, his lips almost curving into a slight smirk before allowing his shoulders to shrug slightly. "I'm alright." He mumbled, glancing over at her before looking at the road again. "I taught myself, 'fore all this went to shit." He admitted, waving his hand in reference to the world. His posture was tense as he glanced at her for any form of reaction, but she stayed stoic. "You seemed alright killing that walker from the tree..you learn that by yerself?"
This time it was his turn to watch her, look for any reactions or emotions that may occur. He was used to people, females especially, getting emotional and not being able to contain themselves, but Naomi's frame stayed relaxed as she shook her head and even let a smile form onto her full lips. "Nah, my dad used to take me to lessons when I was growing up. It was the only way we ever really got along, when we were practicing together. I took it up in hopes we'd get to bond a little so that I had some form of relationship with 'em."
Daryl nodded his head slowly, keeping an eye on her posture and face as he stayed quiet a few moments to take in what she'd said. Eventually after a few long moments of silence, he cleared his throat and gave off a curious question; only trying to keep her talking so he wouldn't have to. "Did it work?"
Most people clammed up by that point, talking about their families before everything went to hell; especially those whose families were dead. But Naomi's nonchalant shrug as she ran her fingers through her hair to place it into a more secured pony tail showed otherwise. "A little bit, yeah. He got me that set on my eighteenth birthday." She reached back and pulled out an arrow, the arrow that she had come to the camp to retrieve in the first place. "There are two things very special about the set." She informed him, feeling his gaze rest on her; it was no longer a glare, only a soft stare in her direction. "The grip on the bow, and the color of the feathers are orange..I don't know how he knew that that was my favorite color. Never even asked me, just knew." She started explaining this carefully, her eyes lit up with a certain happiness he hadn't seen in her yet. She wasn't crying over her memories like most would, the only emotion on her face was happiness. "The other thing is this arrow, the one I attacked you over? He had it engraved for me.." She showed him the arrow, allowing his blue gaze to flick over the carving.
A cracked foundation can still become a home.
Once he'd read it, she shoved it back into the quiver and moved her legs so that she was crossing them. "He was a good man." She admitted, looking at him with a content smile. Daryl didn't return the expression, only nodded his head and gave off a nearly silent grunt as he looked over towards the road.
Deciding to test his luck, to see how far she could go in this conversation without causing her to become emotional, he questioned her further. "Did he make it?" His voice was gruff as his eyes landed on her, looking for any change in the way she held herself. A certain stiffness rose in her shoulders and he looked at her, running his tongue over his lower lip before looking at the road.
She shrugged her shoulders briefly, shaking her head. "No, he didn't. We started off okay, just me him and my brothers. We found this group, hung around them for a few months but Jared got bit, didn't take long for the fever to kill him. Not long after that Tommy got torn up by one in his sleep, none of us even knew until morning when he was half.." Her voice trailed off as her gaze stayed pressed out the window, the smallest crack in her tone was all Daryl needed to know to keep his mouth shut and let her work through it. "He was only fifteen." She spoke softly, her fingers beginning to twitch around themselves. "We left the group, after Tommy..figured if we kept dying off in the group we might be better off alone." She nodded her head slowly, leaning her head back against the seat once more.
"Kyle was next, he didn't get bit though. He just got really sick, really fast. He'd always had a wicked weak immune system..being outside in the cold..killed him." She nodded her head and rubbed over her face with her hands. "It was just me, my dad and Warren at that point. One night while we were on the highway, a couple months ago, a herd came through while we were camping out. My dad thought he'd be able to handle it quietly, it didn't work out. He got bit, turned..I put him down, though." She nodded her head and pulled her knees up to her chest. "Warren is still out there, somewhere. After I put down our dad he just..flipped. He lost it. He's the oldest, was the closest with him..blamed me for him getting bit..called me a murderer. We got into a big fight and he tried to kill me, but I got away. I haven't seen him since."
Things got very quiet after she spoke, and as Daryl looked over in her direction he noticed she wasn't crying. Her face stayed flat of any emotion as she gave an empty gaze out the window and into the woods. He didn't know what to say, so he stayed silent and let her think over whatever was going on in that pretty little head of hers.
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