There Are Weirder Ways To Meet Someone || Connie & Daryl
Starter for @memoryhallowed
The dog had saved their lives. It was an odd thing to say, but Connie and her family had gone through a lot of weird things, being saved from walkers by a quite determined stray was nowhere near the weirdest. After returning to their rig and finding Bernie was nowhere to be found and all their belongings were scattered, the dog ran off.
They all assumed they wouldn't see the animal ever again. But two days later, he was back.
It became a clockwork sort of agreement: the dog came at least four times a week, always late in the afternoon, they fed him, played with him for a while, sometimes even took him hunting, then he left. A whole month went by like that.
Connie was the most attached to him, having a soft spot for animals, specially dogs, since long before the turnâ of her whole family, she was the one the dog spent the most time with. Like right now, as she kept watch while Magna and Kelly tried to sleep and Yumiko and Luke had gone out in another attempt to find Bernie, the dog sat beside her, tongue sticking out and tail thumping against her leg as Connie petted him.
She paid enough attention to the dog's well-being to notice that he was gaining weight, which was weird because they weren't overfeeding him. That left Connie with two theories: either the dog was hunting his own food or someone else was feeding him.
There's only one way to find out, she thought. Stopping the dog when it tried to run off like he always did after hanging out with them for a couple hours and leading him back to the tipped over container her family called home.
Connie grabbed a shoelace that was lying around for some reason, her notepad and pen. She wrote "Is anyone else feeding this dog? If so, hello! He already ate today.", then made a hole on the paper just big enough to pass the shoelace through, and tied it around the dog's neck, before lightly smacking his butt and watching him run off into the woods like he always did.
Now she just had to wait.
