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FUCK YES. THIS IS MY DREAM, RIGHT HERE. Go copy and paste it, or, just dont read it. I regret nothing, lol. I POURED WHATS LEFT IN MY HEART OUT INTO THAT WRITING.
I will NEVER post the entire fanfic to this, mwahahahahah.

Daryl >> The hot-headed zombie killer slowly made his way over to the grave where I sat, hands covering my face, muffling the wimpers that still left my throat. His face twisted ever so slightly as he came up behind me, his words caught up in his throat. Apologizing- or even trying to be comforting was a diffacult task for him. He squatted down beside me, supporting himself on his toes and knees. "Ey.." he mumbled "...I already said I was sorry 'bout yer dog. But yah know, it was fer the best.. for everyone.. stupid mutt wouldn't shut it's mouth."

Gabby >> As much as I wanted to just NOT say anything, and ignore the assfuck sitting beside me, without lifting my head I growled "You killed my dog. Piss off." I heard a smart-ass response building in his throat, and added "I don't fucking care if it was just a dog. It was my fucking dog and I loved him. He's saved my life more then once durning this.. this.. apocolypse. More time then YOU ever have, or RICK ever has or the rest of you guys. If you had just given me a secound.. if you'd.. I would.. I fucking.." I began to get all choaked up again, knowing it probably was for the better my dog was gone. "You just startled him.. I could've muzzled him.. you just.. you just.." my voice was getting all high pitched again. Shit.. I resorted to bringing my knees up to my chest, and burring my head further into my hands.

Daryl >> He could hardly resist the erdge to slap this bitch into her senses. Her freaking dog had been barking up a storm, apprentently 'startled' by him, and wouldn't shut the fuck up. Walkers could probably hear the stupid thing from miles. The whole camp was freaking out trying to shut it up- and Gabby was no where to be found. Edventually, a small herd of walkers did appear, and while in his frenzie of shooting, he took out the dog aswell. Gabby showed up moments later..
"Muzzel wouldn't have shut it up." he grunted, shifting into a more comfortable position. "Look, I's just gunna say this how it is, alright? Walkers showed up because of that dog. People could have died, because of that fucking dog. Would you've liked that? Even though people didn't get hurt this time, it aint a risk we can be taking. If yer just gunna sit here and cry I aint gunna-"

Gabby >> The more he spoke, the more anger and fustration built up. I noticed my breathing starting to get a bit more quicker, and deeper. Before he could even finish, without thinking, I shot up from my hiding place in my hands, curled up a fist, and threw a punch at him as hard as I possiably could- in the shoulder. The whole movement literally lasted a secound. I glared at him, trying not to cry. I would not, fucking, cry, infront of him. I knew from the look of discust and slight smirk on his face that my punch haddn't hurt, so I screamed "I KNOW IT WAS FOR THE FUCKING BETTER!" I paused, heart pounding, then went on with almost as much hostility "I KNOW, OKAY?" I began to tremble. Bring on the waterworks, I thought. "I.. I.. It was my dog, Daryl. He was my dog. Without him, I'd be dead. He was all I had left. I have nothing left... theres nothing left, Daryl." I began sinking back into my hands "I just fucking miss him. I know it was for the better. I just.. I miss him." I finished, trying to settle myself. Oh god, I needed a hug. At a time like this, it would've been my dad to come to the rescue.

Daryl >> His face was pretty emotionless at this time. What was with this kid? Could someone really care that much about an animal? Hell, he hunted them nearly every other day, not once had he felt any sort of emotion towards it. She looses her freaking dog and goes insane. They were so different..
"Well, you got everyone in camp givin' me the cold shoulder, I hope you know. Thinkin' I've gone an broke yer heart with that whole dog thing. Jus'.. lightin' up, will yah?" he mumbled. I felt his eyes on me. "Aint you friends with anyone else here but that dog? Don't we take care of yah? Do you know how lucky you are that I didn't shoot you or that mutt right on the spot when I found you?"

Gabby >> "Maybe you should have." I whimpered, loosing the strength in my voice "This is getting to much. I dont know if I can do this anymore. I'm no use to anyone here. I'm not strong, I can't hunt, I can't shoot.. I barely know how to use a knief. Why am I still alive?"

Daryl >> He shrugged "Beats me." he snorted, then said a bit quieter "And who said you can't learn? Rick said he'd be teaching Carl to shoot one of these days.." he bit his lip at her response- or her lack of response for that matter. Adding a little hostility to hsi voice he said "Hey, you said you wanted to learn, and Rick has no reason to turn you down." Still no response. He started to get it. "Fuck, I aint teaching you to shoot, Gabby. No way in hell. My crossbow is the only one we got, so even if I did, whats the use to you? Ignore me all you want, I aint happening." he growled, beginning to shift positions to get up.

Gabby >> Anxiety in my chest began to build. I didn't want him to leave yet- atleast not until he offered to help. He owed it to me. I lifted my head and looked up at him. "What made you so cold, unhelpful, mean..?" I blurted in annoyance, then brought my hand to my mouth. Idiot. Screw up. Bitch. That was uncalled for. Maybe I was just as pissy as him. Well then.

Daryl >> "Fuck, I aint gunna sit here and be bitched about by some freckled faced-.." he slowed his words down, but stood up all the way and turned to leave.

Gabby >> "Daryl, stop! I'm sorry, okay, I didn't mean that. I'm being a bitch, I'm sorry, that was unnessessary.. I'm just.. pissed at you. But I didn't mean that." I said, reaching to grab his foot to stop him from leaving. Ever since Daryl had found me and brought me to camp, I'd desperately wanted to be friends with the guy. But he always shot me down- aswell as everyone else. He just didn't want anything to do with anyone. He'd been very kind to come over and try to sort of apologize, it was alot for his type of person. And I was just being obnoxious. I felt other eyes on me- ones not just belonging to Daryl. Awkwardly, I said quietly "You owe it to me." my dark blue eyes reflecting off his own brown ones. "You don't have to teach me to shoot. But you know how to use a knief too, right? Don't lie, I've seen it." my eyes glanced to the side. Some people from camp were glancing over there shoulders to check out the scene. A few seemed surprised. Probably surprised Daryl hadn't beated the shit out of me. I was pushing my luck. "Please, please. I never fucking beg, Daryl. Never."

Daryl >> Daryl glared at Gabby, more then pissed off. What the fuck was this? He didn't owe her shit. He looked back towards the camp, and to his horror- people were watching. Piss off. he thought, this whole situation making him uncomfortable. He yanked his left away and spat in a low voice "You dont fucking give up do you." and with that, he walked off in a storm back to camp. He turned for a moment, to see the idiot staring at him "Are you coming or not!?"

Gabby >> A slight grin crossed my face. I weakly got up, taking a moment to stare at the little grave I'd made for my dog, then, after a few words, took off after Daryl.
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TeaLeafe's avatar
That's so cute Berreh <3

And I read all the stuff you wrote too. <3<3