Heeeey y'all, this is my first Daryl/OC, first story written in english, and first The Walking Dead story all at once. I'll do my best, and I hope you like it so feel free to review and follow :3

Gonna be a dark one, pretty true to character and realistic (that's the aim at least...)

Imma shut up, enjoy! :)

Shey knew that the world would never be the same again, she was one of the few citizens who didn't turn on the tv every few seconds when everything started a couple months ago. An outbreak at first, a lethal epidemy then, the Apocalypse now. And she could say that she didn't really care at all, the truth didn't have quite the same effect anymore. The selfish world that we all created, it was gone, the dead was walking and she was gonna survive as long as her body could keep going.

The bombed, but still huge reminder of Atlanta was the only thing she could see in the distance, destroyed cars, dead, trash, blood, all around the main road that headed to the city.

-Fuck...- she took a sip of her half-empty bottle of warm water, couldn´t ask for more on the warm heat that Georgia offered every single day- come on Shey, you lil´pussy...- talking to herself was something she had gotten used to the past few weeks. It wasn´t like going insane would help her survive, but it talking helped somehow.

Atlanta wasn´t safe, she alredy knew that. The streets were full of the dead ones, as she called them, and turning every corner was a risk she didn´t wanna take anymore.

Looking for some kind of canned food around the trashed cars, she suddenly jumped, the loud sound of a big pickup truck and some asshole shouting like a crazy bastard scared her to dead, no pun intended, she turned arround lifting her gun by reflex.

-Well... fuck me! look what we have here, wa' a lil' piece of nice ass. Ya sweet tits!- the strong southern accent alredy told her she might be in trouble, encountering men in general was enought danger nowadays for a woman who survived alone.

A big man, 50 or so, very big in fact, muscular arms, worn hunter pants and a wifebeater on. amazing, a redneck asshole was the last thing she wanted to deal with at the moment. He slowly walked towards her, ignoring the gun she was pointing right at his head.

-hey... hey lil´ one, why dontcha put that toy down so we can talk?- she could feel her legs trembling lightly. he was confident, and he was looking at her as if she was a perfectly cooked piece of meat.

-s...stop right there, I don´t wanna hurt you!- she shouted, sounding less confident than she had planned and hating herself for it.

-hey... calm down, sweetass, why dontcha tell big ol´ Merle where ya headin', I could give ya' a nice ride, ain´t no woman gotta travel all 'lone these days...- he smiled at her hungryly, she froze.

-I don´t need no ride, I don´t get in cars with strangers, even less if they are disrespectfull macho redneck trash...- "Merle" looked at her smiling even more.

-well... look atcha, givin' me atittude when I´m just tryin' ta help...-she thought about it for a moment, she was hungry as hell, she looked like shit, and this bastard looked like he knew what he was doing, and where he was heading. What if he had a camp?

-wh...where are you heading?

-now... that´s better sweety... - He got closer, her gun alredy lowering- as ya can see...- he held a bloody arm up, she almost shouted, he´d lost his hand somehow, and he was bleeding all over the place- Imma need ta fix this, went on a trip with "ma group" some asshole cop handcuffed me to a pipe... nigger shit lost the key... long story short, need ta fix this and need someone to drive me ta camp- she tried to ignore the disgusting racist coment, and she nodded, she had nothing to lose.

-fine.

-fine wa?- his eyebrows rised, he was clarly surprised.

-i´ll drive you to camp... I need to eat something anyways, rest...

-thats ma' sweetcheeks right there...

-My name is Shey, not Sweetcheeks, actually...- he looked at her funny, she could se that he was in pain even if he was messing with her.

-Merle. come on woman, I ain´t got all day!

She got in the truck, still thinking that meybe she was making a big mistake, little she knew, that ride and following the old redneck would change her life, maybe for good.