The picture above or on the side is of David Lambert As Adam Jameson (Brother of: Dylan, Destiny and Faith. Son of: Lucas and Olivia Jameson.) & Dylan O'Brien As Dylan Jameson (Brother of: Destiny, Adam and Faith. Son of: Lucas and Olivia Jameson).
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"He was broken, abused & neglected; he was a SURVIVOR long before the Apocalypse." -Unknown
Destiny's POV:
"Okay, let's go over this one more time-" I explained to the little girl as she raised my Bow and Loaded the Arrow.
"Now deep breath and let it go, as you release the arrow." I told her as she released and it only went about five feet.
"Okay, your getting better, that's better than your original shot, now try again and don't tense up this time. Remember, release your breath, as you release the arrow. Nothing can be rushed, just take your time." I tried to cheer her on.
"Ugh, we've been at this for a while and I still haven't hit the Bottle, maybe I just can't do it. Can we please try something else?" Sophia groaned and I shook my head at her.
The bottle was only Fifteen feet away, it should be fairly easy to shoot it down or break it. I believe that she can do it, she just needs to believe it her self.
"Never Give up Soph, you can learn if you just preserver. Besides you've only just started, you can't expect to immediately pick this up. It took me a good year or two, before I could shoot some game, let alone a bottle." I told her.
"Now try again, except try to put your frustration and anger towards taking the bottle down." I instructed her as I leaned against a tree and watched for walkers, as I tried to teach Sophia how to shoot a Bow.
I had made it for her just this morning, with some extra string and a fairly thick branch, before anyone was awake, because I needed something to distract myself with.
So, I made Sophia a Bow that suited her height and build. I could always make her a new one, once she got more used to this.
Teaching this girl how to defend herself was the one thing, that was keeping me from going in there and killing this Psycho, who killed Otis.
He didn't have to say it, no one did, it was that look on his face, that he gets whenever someone 'Thanks' him or tells him that 'He saved the boy'.
It was all a lie and poor Otis risked his life only to get kicked in the teeth and left for walker food. He didn't even ask how Patricia was doing, or apologize for his death.
I know that Otis would never do that, he would come back to see to it that the kid lived, not leave it up to someone we hardly know.
Another four tries and finally she started cheering for herself. "I did it! Ha! I hit the bottle Des, did you see that!" She laughed and jumped around.
"Good job, now that you know how to shoot, lets start on some self defense." I smiled and went at her.
Just as Sophia and I had called it quits with teaching her how to defend herself, a Loud motorcycle pulled up followed by two vehicles.
"Soph, wait on the porch, I need to figure out-" I was telling her when she gasped, pushed past me and went running towards someone who had climbed out of the old Red SUV.
"Mommy!" Soph yelled as she jumped into a woman's arms, her hair was cut off, buzz cut style and it was Grey.
She was a tall lanky, Kind looking lady, but she looked like she could use some sleep, though don't we all?
"Oh Sophia! I thought we had lost you, next time you listen to Rick, you hear me!" She pulled Sophia back and looked her in the eyes, giving her a Look, only a Mother could pull off.
"Oh come here, I need another hug and kiss, I love you sweetheart, don't ever do that to me again." The woman told her whole pulling her in for a tight hug and tears fell down her face.
"Ahem..." Someone cleared there throat, causing me to look away from the touching moment and look into beautiful Blue eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry, Welcome, did you close the gates on your way up?" I asked him.
"I jus' wan'ed ta say thanks... Ya know, for keepin' Sophia safe." He spoke with a thick accent and I just nodded my head at him, as I sat down on a nearby chair.
"Yeah, of course, I had found her in the woods, not too far from here, I knew that she had to belong to someone. Anyway, I didn't catch your name." I smiled at him and waited for his answer.
"Daryl Dixon, what's yers?" He asked me as he leaned against the pillar and I was lost staring at all of his muscles.
"Hey, Girl, are ya even payin' attention?" He asked me breaking me out of my trance and I felt my face flush with embarrassment.
"Destiny Jameson, it's nice to meet you Daryl." I introduced myself and tried to make myself think about anything but this man I front of me.
"How's the kid doin'?" Daryl asked me and I weakly smiled, because I was glad that Hershel had been able to save him, but I was mad because for some reason I knew that, that Shane guy was lying.
"Carl? Thanks to Otis and Shane, he is alive, but Just so you know... I don't like that Shane guy, I think he lied and he killed Otis, to save his own sorry ass." I spoke what was on my mind, not even worried if he was going to Be angry and looked up at Daryl.
All Daryl did was tilt his head and stared at me. Then squinted at me as if he was looking for something, grunted and nodded his head at me.
Either Daryl agreed with me and wasn't about to say anything; or I was out of line for saying what I did and he didn't want to say otherwise, so he didn't ruin whatever might happen here.
Whatever the reason for his reaction, I immediately knew that I could trust Daryl Dixon, even if I couldn't trust anyone else in their group.
I nodded my head back at him and walked inside, needing to be away from him, because he was too manly for me, he had my hormones going completely haywire.
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Well there ya have it, another chapter up. Hope you guys enjoyed, finally brought in Daryl Dixon!
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