Daryl Dixon

Imagine being holed up in a cabin with Daryl and he suggests a short crossbow lesson to pass the time.

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"You ever shot a crossbow before?" Daryl asked, looking up from his feet to meet your eyes for the first time in hours. You sat in a musty old cabin with him, a broken bottle at your feet.

You shake your head and tap the shotgun sitting between your legs. "Just a gun..."

He gets up, grabbing his crossbow and then your hand. "Now's good a time as any, c'mon."

You got up, following Daryl out of the cabin with a slight smile on your face. He lets go of your hand as he grabs a bottle and puts it on a picnic table.

He walks back over to you and suddenly grabs you by the waist.

"Stand here," He slides you over. "Hold it like this," He grabs your arms, positioning the crossbow as he would hold it. "Aim here," He tilted the crossbow up as he stood behind you. "Shoot like this." He placed your finger on the trigger and gently pushed down.

An arrow shoots out, piercing straight through the bottle and it shatters across the table. He just stands there for a second, his body pressed against yours and his hands holding the crossbow with yours. His breath tickled your ear as you waited for him to say something.

He steps back, leaving you in full control of the crossbow. "You're a natural." He clears his throat. "Wanna try it yourself now?"

You nod slowly and start to readjust the crossbow as he puts another bottle on the picnic table.

Stand here. You planted your feet where he'd first told you to. Hold it like this. You raise the crossbow as he'd instructed. Aim here. You tilt the crossbow up as he did. Shoot like this. Your finger pressed against the trigger and you hesitate before adding more pressure, sending an arrow shooting out.

You watch as the arrow flies at Daryl who ducks just in time to miss it. He chuckled as he looks back at you.

He rubs his hand against his chin. "Yeah, maybe you're not as natural as I thought..."
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