A/N: *Yo, wasup?

Anyways, I wanted to tell everyone that this story is most likely not going to fit the plot/story in the show! So please do not comment, "That's not what happened," because I know. I can kill whoever I please (even if it didn't happen in the show).
Some of the first chapters will suck, sorry about that. The first few chapters will not have that much description but will definitely get better! So, please give me a chance.

Also, first chapter is dedicated to @Goddess for writing an amazing Daryl fan fiction. The beginning of my book starts similar to yours and I hope that's okay. Thank you for the inspiration.

WARNINGS:

*Cursing, probably a ton of it.

*Implied Rape, I will not go to deep into this subject.

*PROBABLY sex. I don't know though, depends if I'm not lazy to write it.

Thank you!

I crouched down behind a bush and got my bow ready. Slowly, I peeked out from the side and saw my target. A lone buck was standing in a small clearing. I drew back the arrow and took a breath before I let my arrow fly. I could hear the arrow hit the target and it made a thud against the deer and the animal dropped to the ground.

I brushed myself off and grinned at my victory and started to head over toward the deer. Halfway through walking I heard a sound and I looked up at and saw a man looking at the buck. Two arrows had pierced the bucks head.

He leaned down and pulled my arrow out of the deer and examined it closely. I didn't give him much time to look because all of a sudden I was running towards him.

I pushed him down and quickly grabbed my arrow. "What are you doing?" I straddled his waist aimed my bow at his face.

"Me?" He scoffed, "What are ye doing?" I looked at him confused and he took this time to flip me over.

"It's my DEER!" I used all my strength to shove him off me and run towards the deer, he rolled off me with a grunt.

"Stupid bitch." I turned around and kicked him in the groin. "You're the bitch!" I spat back at him and quickly pulled the deer over my shoulder. One more time I looked back and got a better chance to examine him. His long greasy black hair covered his eyes making it harder to see what he looked like, and as he turned over in pain I saw that he was wearing a leather jacket with two angel wings on the back.

I scoffed. Angel wings? How ironic, he sure didn't look like an angel to me.

He laid on the forest floor and I took this time to run as fast as I could back to my cabin before he could see where I was going.

I was half way to my cabin and I was getting slower with each minute due to the weight of the deer on my shoulder and my bow was starting to poke my ribs. Before I knew what was happening someone tugged at the back of my onsie and I went flying backwards.

I looked up and saw the man in the woods looking down at me, "What's with the outfit?" I looked down at what I was wearing and saw that I had on my idiotic black onsie.

"It's tight, warm, and cozy, and it surprisingly looks badass. It also has a totally rad hood with a unicorn horn on it." He raised an eyebrow and walked toward the deer I dropped and picked it up, "Ye got a group?"

"No."

"Good."

With that said, he grabbed the deer and started walking away but I quickly lunged up at him and kicked the back of his knee. He dropped the deer in pain and yelled out profanities.

"It's mine!" I gestured toward the deer. He tried sitting up but I quickly pressed my foot down onto his chest, cutting off his movement. I felt him squirm under my foot and I grinned.

"Looks like you're my bitch now."

"I ain't nobody's bitch." He glared at me and tried to use his hands to pull my food off his chest.

"You gotta a group?" He ignored me and continued tugging at my foot, after a few seconds he gave up and rested his head on the dirt.

"Fine be that way, go ahead and take MY deer." I made sure you put the emphasis on the word my to try to make him feel bad. I looked back once and simply laughed when I saw him limp away with the deer over his shoulder.

I turned away and shuffled around in the grass for a few minutes. The only meal that I had was taken away from me.

Daryl's P.O.V.

I sat on the ground for a few more minutes and finally got up on my feet. My back ached and I knew I had a variety of bruises thanks to that lunatic. The deer sat a few feet away from me and I crawled over toward the deer and swung it over my shoulder. My arms seemed to get weaker as I started walking back to the farm. I kept looking back to make sure no one was following me.

The little farm finally came into view and a sigh of relief left my mouth, but at the same time I was nervous about talking to the group since they were probably curious about my new bruises.

I limped toward the house and saw the group sitting by the campfire. Carol sat there staring at the campfire with an empty look on her face, while Rick, Lori, and Carl all sat together and laughed every few seconds. The rest of the group was probably inside.

I was nearing the fire and I saw Rick look up. As soon as he saw me he rushed up and ran towards me with a worried look on his face. Carl and Lori got up after him while Carol continued to stare at the fire.

"Daryl, what happened?" Rick pulled the deer off my shoulder and threw it to the ground next to him.

"I'm 'right."

"No, obviously something happened. You're limping and you have a bruise under your eye, nice try hiding it." His eyes trailed down to the bruise and he frowned. Lori and Carl stood a few feet behind him and they were examining me as well.

"There's a fuckin' lunatic in the woods." And with that, I turned around and stumped off to my tent.