Disclaimer: I own nothing ! Walking Dead does not belong to me. I wish it did though, haha. Anyways, this is just a Daryl/OC story, I hope you enjoy. The first chapter is a bit short to get the story started. I am also going to have a bit of Andrea/Rick stuff too, but my story is focused on Daryl and Raina. Please review to let me know what you think ! Enjoy.

~Kaila G

Raina was trudging through the woods, her back was aching from the back pack she was lugging. She wished to just throw it into a river somewhere, but knew she would die quickly if she pulled such a stupid stunt. But still she had been walking for hours... Her back was killing her.

The back pack was full of hand guns. Lucky for Raina, her father had been quite the guns men, and had collected guns since she was four years old. She had learned to shoot at an early age. More importantly, she was also taught respect for the weapons. Her weapon of choice now, as she walked through the woods, was her favorite of all: a crossbow.

There were also a few canned goods in her gun bag. A small pan to cook with, and plenty of matches. Before the dead had risen, Raina had been your average twenty-three year old college student. She liked to get her nails done, and wear cute outfits. She liked to drink on the weekends and party with her friends at their favorite clubs. She never studied, but somehow managed to pass all of her classes she took with A's, B's, and the occasional C.

Despite her knowledge of guns, Raina had been... Girly. Yes, she had a southern accent, and grew up in the country. But she ran from bugs, hated to get her hair rained on, and wore high heels. Obviously not now, she was in sneakers for obvious reasons. She thought it funny how she went from happy college girl, to complete survival mode in a few hours.

When the world changed, Raina surprisingly didn't panic. She had contacted as many friends as she could, trying to find out as much as she could. Most of her friends didn't answer... But the ones who did, were trying to get to the CDC for information. Then the cell phone towers went out. Raina, in fustration, had tossed her cell phone into a river. Not like she needed it anyway.

Raina didn't know how she had made it as far as she did. She was completely empty, hollow. Alone. Her family had been killed. All except her sister, Melissia. Even she could be dead, for all Raina knew. Raina cursed herself for letting herself get seperated from her older sister. She could see it now, the crowd, Melissia yelling for her. But Raina couldn't reach-

She heard a noise, and jumped. Something to her left. She steadied her crossbow in her hand. Being deathly still, she held her breath, and waited. She expected a walker to come stumbling through the brush, all snapping and snarling. But nothing did. She exhaled, and turned to keep walking.

Suddenly she was face to face with something. She had her crossbow raised, aimed at it's face. Then she noticed something strange. There was a crossbow in her face. She looked into hard blue eyes, and a smirk on his face. Funny, even with him aiming at her forehead with his crossbow, she thought of him handsome. In a rugged, redneck kind of way.

"What'ya doin' walkin' through these woods by ya self, woman? Tryin' ta getcha self killed?" The man smirked even more at her, as he lowered his crossbow. She noted his accent matched his look perfectly. Raina let her arms relax, her own crossbow lowering slightly.

"I'm jus tryin' to find somewhere safe." Raina said, her own southern accent thick in her voice. The man raised his eyebrow when she spoke.

"Ya from Georgia or what?" He asked.

"Yea." She replied simply. "Name's Raina." She stuck out her hand.

"Daryl." He said, staring at her, but not touching her. Raina stared at him for another moment before lowering her own hand. Asshole, she thought. Daryl started to walk away. Raina just stared at him.

"Ya comin or what?" He asked, turning back to face her. Raina looked at him, with narrowing eyes. Without a word, she followed, not sure of what lied ahead of her.