Axe Stained Red{Daryl X M.reader}

The groaning of the walkers being the sound to wake the young wild survivor. The walkers walking past the gaint oak tree he was in. Rested on a thick high branch far away from the ground that they can't get him.

Chained to the same tree he was in was three walkers below him. Their bottom jaws removed along with their arms, making them lose the will of hunger. A tip the survivor learned from a woman he encountered some time ago, with two of her own 'pet' walkers.

The survivor, m/n l/n, covered in blood, flesh chucks, anything from the dead that he covered himself him. Cover his living smell under their rotten dead ones.

That he learned himself. Along with the noise, be quiet. That's no problem for him. Before this started he would always go to the woods and watch the wild animal's he encountered. And to get closer you need to be as quiet as possible.

Once below him was clear and his walkers showed the signs that no one else was near by m/n did a final look over the lands. Using the height as a advantage to see if anything was near from what he could see.

Once knowing he was safe he climbed back down jumping to the floor once close enough. Taking his walkers with him the journey down the endless roads was once more on.

Soon he hopefully will reach the next town, he's rather hungry. But also doesn't want to eat the little food he had left if not needed.

And sharpen he axes soon. He had a twin pair. Before this he lived in a wooden cabin on his own with nothing but his pets. A dog, some livestock, some exotic pets.

Non survived if they did he lost them, as in not knowing where they went. Since he lived far from others he had no idea what was happening, till it was to late. A swarm attacked his barn.

He just got his axes and ran. And ran. And ran. That was long ago though. How long? No clue.

But one of his animal companions survived and that's who he's following now.

A hawk. The day the walkers attacked his home was the the same day he found a abandoned baby hawk, he took it with him. Raised and trained it. It flies in the sky leading him to the closest town, safest way.

M/n named him trapper.

Speaking of trapper he was diving down. He flew to m/n, landing on his left shoulders. He looked right ahead. He didn't seem tired. He seemed to focused on what was ahead.

"What is it boy?" He asked moving to the trees to not get fought if said be. As he closed in he saw someone with a crossbow sitting down. "Dear God he's living." M/n said. He looked at his walkers before using one of his axes to finally end his walkers. He put it back in its holder on his belt he made his way to him. Trapper still on his shoulder.

"Hey. You ok?" M/n asked moving in front of him. The guy didn't say or move at all. M/n sat a little away from him getting in his bag taking out a bottled water and a apple setting both near him.

Once again nothing in response.

Soon a group came and surrounded them. "I like the jacket." One chuckled saying he was gonna take it. The guy didn't move so m/n didn't. But he was overly alert. "That bird to."

"Hide." M/n whispered taking his axes in each hand jumping up in front of the guy who said that. While he did so trapper quickly flew away. Far from sight and shot.

The guy on the floor got up to with his crossbow. Twirling each axe in his hands m/n glared him down. "Some interesting skills you have." What he guessed was the leader said. "Listen we mean no harm, to you or your bird. We just wanna talk."