A Nobel Huntsman [tag @carl]

[Daryl Dixon]

The sound of metal against stone rang in Daryl's ears as he sharpened his hunting knife. This knife in particular he only used on the game he caught in the surrounding area around Alexandria. He had other knives he used for killing Walkers with, not daring to use them for hunting since who wanted zombie guts all over their meal. Certainly not him. The ring the knife made against the stone was still in his ears even after he had stopped and started to put the knife away, tucked at his side. He had two other knives tucked in his boots already, these were the "Walker Killers" as mentioned. Usually he used his cross bow, but he was running low on bolts for it. He would have to keep in mind on his next scouting mission that he would have to stop off at the sports authority to grab some more. Hopefully there were still some within the store. Awhile back he and Glenn had passed by a Bass Pro Shop however the site's Walker situation seemed a little too intense for the pair. Well at least it had appeared that way on the outside. Who knew what lay in waiting on the inside. Daryl had heard stories about bandits who held up in the larger stores such as Walmart, or places such as Bass Pro Shop. Daryl mentally drooled at the thought of what an untouched place like that could offer them on a supply run. 

Pushing the thought away from his mind, he knew Rick would never risk finding out, unless he was severely persuaded. Daryl counted his bolts left, he had a good 20. Some of the others needed repairing. Sighing he tossed those aside and figured he would have to figure them out later. Perhaps he would bug Beth about helping him, she was more handy in patching things up than he was and possibly had glue or whatever to do so. 

Daryl then started preparing his pack. He never knew if he would be gone for the whole day or even a night when hunting. Usually he was perfectly capable with being able to tag down smaller game like squirrels and rabbits. But Daryl was craving venison. The past week while he was out, he had spotted some fresh deer tracks and almost pursued but he was with Aaron and the pair of them were returning to Alexandria with a decent sized haul of supplies and odd ends and Aaron needed Daryl's help to return in. So Daryl took mental note of where he saw the tracks and continued back to Alexandria. 

Only a few days had passed so Daryl figured he still would be able to find the herd, however it all depended if the dumb animals had already been eaten or not by Walkers. Daryl went inside the house that he resided on the living room couch with Carol. Carol always objected stating that Daryl could have one of the upstair rooms that weren't being occupied, but Daryl was stubborn and denied the kindness, stating that the couch was good for him. Perhaps he figured if anything bad were to happen he would be able to hear it better and react faster from that advantage point. Grabbing two cans of some sort of caned good (the labels being long removed) he went back outside and stuffed them into his pack. He thought to himself that he seemed to be prepared, grabbing everything he loaded up, slinging his bow and bolts across his back and his pack on his left shoulder. Then Daryl started his way towards the Main gate. After a few minuets of walking, he heard the shuffle of someone walking behind him, almost briskly as if they were trying to catch up to him.

[Carl Grimes]

Carl hadn't been the busiest person around the town. He didn't know what to do, so he just walked around and tried to see if anyone needed his help. So far, none. It was a depressing thought, but it meant that he would get more time to himself rather than having to make small talk. He didn't much enjoy the company of the others in town, but his dad was busy running it and everyone else had some sort of job or another. Since Ron died, he didn't really have another friend about his age here, other than Enid. She was something else entirely too. But, he had the choice of staying here or going over the wall. Right now, climbing over the wall to have some free time was sounding better and better by the minute. He had is own little hid-out where he could read comics and eat whatever junk he brought with him or found. Solitary life was the best...as long as there weren't walkers involved. Sometimes he wondered about his old life, back when he was a little boy. How would he have turned out? Would he still be who he was today.

No, most kids don't kill people by the time they're thirteen.

When he started towards the gate, he noticed Daryl walking towards it as well...just towards the main one. He knew his dad and Daryl were pretty close, just like Glenn and his dad. They were his left and right hand men. Plus, he liked Daryl. He brought a different sort of badass to the group, which was nice. With the pack on his back and his crossbow, Carl knew exactly what he was doing. Hunting. Why else would he go out with so much gear other than to go on a supply run. Well, both were better options compared to staying in the walls, bored out of his mind. He ran back to his dad's house and grabbed a knife and gun. You never know what will happen while you're gone. Then he ran back out.

He sprinted to catch up to Daryl and once he was just a couple feet behind him, he started into a power walk, coming up next to him just as they came to the gate. "Hey, can I come with you?" He didn't bother with pleasantries, as Daryl never seemed to be the type of person. Neither was Carl really, unless he had to. "It's boring here and I feel like I'm just going to beat my head against a wall if I have to stay here another minute." Wasn't that the truth.

OOC: So sorry for crap and the wait!!!
Tag: Daryl Dixon
Word count: 437

[Daryl Dixon]

Looking over his shoulder and then following the individual who fell in line at his side, he grunted a “hello “ to Carl. He knew just by the look of Carl’s face what eh was about to ask him. As Carl started to ask, Daryl shut it down ”No” He kept walking, but he had expected Carl to stop walking with him, but the kid persisted. Rick would kill Daryl if he let Carl come with him without his permission. KILL. But there was something Daryl saw in Carl in that moment that made him sway slightly on his decision, and his following words didn’t help much.

"It's boring here and I feel like I'm just going to beat my head against a wall if I have to stay here another minute.” Something about Carl’s words made him think of when he used to bug Merle to let him come along with him and his friends. Daryl stopped walking and scratched the back of his head for a moment looking around them for any possible witnesses. ”What did you bring with you?” He nodded towards Carl’s gun, which he could see, but he was curious if the young boy had thought about bringing anything else with him.

”May be gone for a couple days.” His words were slightly attempting to persuade Carl to not come along. Daryl was a lone ranger and he preferred to do things alone. However, part of him thought it would be good for Carl to come along. He could teach him the ropes or something. Rick of course was his father and there were things that were reserved only for fathers to teach their sons, but somethings Daryl figured would be ok. However the voice in the back of his mind screamed at him. So he asked, ”Does your Dad know?”

[Carl Grimes]

He hadn't expected a perky hello from Daryl. Maybe from Maggie or Denise, but not from Daryl. So when he grunted a hello, he just shrugged to himself. Though, as they kept walking, Daryl was quick to tell him no. Okay, so many he hadn't asked his dad, but surely Rick would rather Carl go out with Daryl than anyone else? After all Daryl was one of the most trusted people on his dads radar. Rick wouldn't mind, surely. Pulling off a hopefully looking face, which was rather hard with one eyes, he would try to talk him into it. "why not? I can hold my own."

Then they stopped walking, and Carl turned to face him as well. A nod towards the gun and a question. At least he knew how to answer that. "Beretta 92FS and a knife. Nothing special." The group had the gun for a while, and Carl had just kind of claimed it as his own. No one else seemed to be asking for it back, and he needed his own protection. "Did I need to bring anything else? I mean, this was just off a whim." No one else probably wouldn't take him and standing on a wall looked boring.

Yet, Daryl kept on trying to persuade him not to go. At least, that's how Carl was taking it. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but over all kept a relax demeanor. "A few days isn't a big deal." They had lived on the road for years, so a few days was nothing. He could easily adapt back to the life of being on the road if he had to. All of them probably could. That didn't mean having a nice bed to come back to sleep in wasn't too bad all in itself. Alas, the last question made him stop for a moment.

"Um...cool story, no Dad doesn't know. I mean, I don't think he would mind that much though." He probably would. He was a very protective dad, especially over Judith. But what all could happen? Not much other than a few walkers. They had gotten rid of the huge herd of them and the wolves. Nothing that bad could happen...right? Well he wasn't afraid, even if something did.

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Word count: 387

[Daryl Dixon]

Daryl listened to Carl try to validate himself to go on the trip with him. Daryl knew Carly could hold his own, he himself had witnessed the kid do some pretty harsh things that Daryl himself hadn’t had to go through at his age. And that said a lot having had a rough history. He listened and silently observed Carl talk about the weapons he brought. Nothing too fancy, but they were necessities. Smiling slightly as Carl had a slight bit of doubt about being prepared to go out. But he seemed persistent and Daryl admired that. By this point he was just giving Carl a hard time, if he really wanted to come then so be it. Daryl did feel that he still had to warn the kid about the situation.

His gut still flip flopped. He would have full responsibility over Carl, Daryl knew he couldn’t let anything happen to him, probably sacrificing himself for Carl to make it back to Rick. Odd how the ‘every man for himself’ feeling Daryl used to have dissipated over the time he knew Rick, Carl and everyone else. It was like his heart grew over time, just like that green guy with the funny hairdo did in that one Christmas special he watched long ago. Scratching his chin Daryl pondered a little longer and then shrugged. ” Alright you can come.” He figured they would both just deal with Rick when they got back.

Although part of him wondered if Rick would notice since he was so busy running everything these days. Daryl turned back towards the main gate and continued walking. He didn’t look over his shoulder to make sure Carl was coming. The kid would either follow, or second guess himself and not. Daryl didn’t care, he had venison on the mind. Nearing the front gate, he hoped this hunting trip would turn out for the better. Alexandria needed food.

Tag: Carl Grimes
WC: Less is sometimes better xD (322)

[Carl Grimes]

”Alright you can come.” Carl felt excited, for once, about going out with Daryl on a hunting trip. His dad didn't seem to do many things like that, so it was going to be a different experience. Lately, he was stuck with taking care of Alexandria when Rick was gone, but now he was going to do real man stuff! Though the consequences of what may happen with his father lingered in the back of his mind, it couldn't be too serious if Daryl was going to let him come. After all, Daryl knew how angry Rick would get just as much as Carl knew.

When Daryl turned and started towards the main gate, Carl was quick to fall in step behind him. He looked up at the guards that were...well guarding the fence. Maybe one day he would be one of those? Or maybe he would be like Daryl...a supply runner and hunter. Or, mentally he shuddered, he'd be a leader. He didn't much feel like taking over his Dad's job, but it didn't look fun. It looked...well stressful. That was the only way to explain it. He was always busy running around and doing things. Carl...well he'd much rather be a supply runner. At least then he could but his skills to work.

Carl didn't say anything to Daryl when they were about to go through the main gates. If Daryl felt like talking, he would talk. No sooner and no later. They were supposed to be hunting anyway.

OOC: Lmao so short.
Tag: Daryl Dixon
Word Counter: Idk some small amount...too lazy to find out x'D

[Daryl Dixon]

When Daryl heard Carl continue to follow him out of Alexandria he realized that it was really happening, Carl Grimes was now his responsibility. Normally Daryl wouldn’t have cared, but he had watched the kid grow up and he really did care about his well being. Daryl also noticed Carl keep quiet, he liked that. He didn’t feel like listening to a monologue the entire time, nor feel like he had to say something back in reply.

The approached the main gates and Daryl nodded to the guy on duty then waited while he opened the gate, the guard looking at Carl for a moment with hesitation. Was Rick really that feared? Normally the guard wouldn’t have hesitated, since Daryl could come and go as he pleased, but their leader’s sone was a different story.

Daryl grunted. ”He’s with me.”. Daryl must have had some sort of look on his face because the guard perked up and went over to open the gate up after being signaled by the guard on the wall that all was clear. Once the gate was opened he looked back at Carl and motioned, ”Let’s go.”

(occ: Carl Grimes do you want to exit this thread and start a new one in the woods? Since we are changing the location or you can post your reply as a new thread…yeah that would be better haha)