Kid Fic - Harry/Walking Dead
Hell Entry #6
Greetings, weary Traveler,
Some scrolls are written.
Others are whispered. Traded in stories around campfires and grave markers.
But this one? This one slithered in.
It’s not polished, or wholly clear.
But it’s true enough to be feared.
And maybe that’s all that matters.
Summary:
When the dead rose, they left him behind.
Eight-year-old Harry, small and silent, was abandoned in the woods by the only family he ever knew. But he didn't die. He survived...
Quietly, cleverly, with a rattlesnake by his side and strange things that watched from the trees. No one knows how he lasted so long alone.
No one knows what whispered back when he spoke.
Daryl Dixon wasn't looking for a kid. He definitely wasn't looking for on who talks to snakes and trails behind him like a shadow. But once the boy chose him, he couldn't shake him.
Didn't want to, really.
They say the snake protects the boy.
They say the boy protects Daryl.
They say nothing that gets too close ever lives to tell the tale.
Preservation Note:
This entry is but a whispered tale.
It came to the archive in fragments. Rumors, half-truth, and one baby sized Spark Bunny.
There are no answers here.
Only coils, venom, and the shape of something feral in the dark.
Preserved as it was found.
Untamed, unfinished, and unforgettable.
Rattle's Boy
A baby sized Spark Bunny
They say he was left behind when the dead rose.
Some kid. Eight, maybe younger.
Too small to survive. Too quiet to be noticed.
Except by the wrong things.
Something followed him through the woods. Walkers, yes, but other things, too.
Things with eyes that blinked sideways and teeth too sharp and white.
He didn't scream or run... he whispered back.
*~*
They say the boy walks with a rattlesnake now.
A large one.
Heavy, black-and-gold, coiled at his side.
He calls it "Rattles."
And the weirdest part?
It listens to him.
Some say it even talks back...
*~*
Daryl found him by accident.
Said the kid was curled up in the hollow of a tree, dirty, bleeding, feeding jerky to the damn thing like it was a puppy.
Daryl told him to stay put.
Hah.
Kid followed him anyway.
And stayed.
Now Daryl doesn't go anywhere without him... or the damn snake.
They say the boy sleeps pressed to Daryl's side, and the snake sleeps on top of the boy...
And nothing, not even the dead, gets too close.
A Final Note from the Crypt Keeper
Some stories come in with a howl, ready to tear the world apart.
This one, though, it watches, waiting, coiled between roots and rattling under floorboards.
No one knows where the boy came from, or what he is.
But the snake sleeps on him like a crown.
And Daryl?
He doesn't ask questions. He just keeps him close.
Because some things aren't meant to be explained.
-𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝔂𝓹𝓽 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻
(Teller of Forest Myths. Collector of Whispered Warnings. Snake-adjacent.)