A/N: Hi everyone. First off i want to thank everyone for stopping by to check out my first fanfic in like 5 years! So This is going to be a walking dead FanFic mostly based around the character of Daryl Dixion and my own OC Anastasia. This first chapter is short just so i can test the waters and see what you guys think about it! So let me know and please know that any and all positive and negative (Although please be nice about it) criticism. I have a plan for this which i have a plan written in a journal, but if you have requests or something you want to see let me know and I will do my best to add it in! Thanks for stopping by to read again, and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own walking dead or any of its characters, I only own my own OC.

Chapter 1

A New Face

Light puffy white clouds filled the big blue sky. The sun was big and bright. It was an altogether beautiful day. If you didn't know what was already going on, one would say that it was a perfect day, but that wasn't true at all. Some months ago, Anastasia had lost track of time after a while, some virius had broke out. She didn't know the details, and it seemed like it was pointless trying to figure that out now, but once infected with the virius you would become a 'zombie'. A walking, stupid, slow corspe doing nothing but walking about aimlessly, driven by one thing. The need, the most primal of needs, the need to feed.

When it first broke out, Anastasia was at the park for her friend's kid's birthday. All her friends were having kids now. There she was 25, and didn't even have a boyfriend, which she really didn't mind she was too busy to even entertain the idea. She had volnteered at the womans shelter teaching self defense, she had a job at the local gym as a personal trainer, she had her hobbies that she loved to much to stop doing to have a boyfriend.

She was talking to her friend when she noticed some comotion going on across the way at the soccor field. She had tapped her friends shoulder and nudged in the direction of what looked like a fight going on between some of the teens that were playing, but they were wrong, and they soon found out how wrong they were. Anastasia had watche for a little while and then ha grown bored with the teens fighting and looked back at her friends, then a blood curdleing scream rang out drawing her attention back to the soccor field. The teens that were fighting, well one was now sitting on top the other and, what looked like, was pulling his intestines out and eating them. Now when she thinks back at that day she knows without a doubt that was what was really going on. Her friend screamed as her husband was tackled by another man and that's when all hell had broken loose. She didn't have time to think or even truly comprehend what was going on around her. All she could do was grab her friends daughter by the arm and lead her away from the chaos that was going on around them. Her friend was already gone, and so was her husband.

She carted around that girl who at the time was just turning 10 for a long time, till one day they were exploring a shopping center for food when the little girl saw some cans and didn't look where she was running and was grabbed by a walker, there was no time for Anastasia to grab the girl and stop her or even call out to her. Then she was alone. She had all the time in the world to sit and think about what she could have done differently, what she could have done to save her friend. She had all the time to blame herself for what had happened. Although sometimes she knew that there was absolutely nothing that she could do to save them.

Here she was, God only knows how many months later, aiming her bow at a squirrel. All she knew was she was the only one left in her little town. She did miss the company of others at times, but liked the fact that she couldn't beat herself down anymore if they died. She let the arrow fly, hitting its mark right in the squirrel's eye. She snaked the bow over her right shoulder and stood from where she was squatting and walked over to her prize.

"This one is big," She said as she felt the weight of the squirrel as she picke it up by the arrow, ripping it from its head and cleaning the point on her pants before returning it to its home in her quiver. She wrapped a thin piece of twine around the squirrels neck and let it drop so it was hanging from her belt loop with the other squirrels she killed.

"3 should be enough," She frequently talked to herself now, but you would too if you were the only company for yourself, "Maybe too much…"

She shut her mouth before she could say whatelse she had pop into her brain. There was a noise, sounded like a loud engine. She couldn't even remember the last time that someone had come through her little town.

"I must be hearing things," She shook her head and started to scan the trees again for her next kill, but she heard it again, "Nope haven't gone entirely crazy yet." She turned on her heel and ran quietly to the sound of the engine.

There were still walkers around the town, not many but enough. Sure enough as she rounded a corner, headed to the pharmacy (where the sound was coming from), there were 2 of the walkers just standing there. She didn't even slow her pace, she pulled out he buck knife and pounced on one of them sending the knife through his skull and by the time they both hit the ground he was silent and the next walker was just about on top of her, she had anticipated that and had already pulled an arrow out of the quiver and shoved it up through the walkers jaw and out the top of her head. She pulled her buck knife out of the first walkers skull and whiped the clotted blood onto her pants and then she tried to pull the arrow out of the seconds head and it wouldn't come out. Just as she had braced her foot against the neck of the walker, a sound caught her attention. She wasnt anywhere near the pharmacy yet. Then she saw the shadow of a person holding what looked like the shape of a crossbow. She was quick to abandon the arrow and hurry quietly down the small alleyway and hide behind a dumpster. Then the man came into view, she watched him almost holding her breath so he wouldn't hear her. He was maybe a little taller than her, with brown hair that was the same shade as her own brown hair. He was rather dirty and had on a stained red plaid button up shirt with the sleeves cut off and just as dirty and torn pants with boots. He had stubble on his face. She watched as he kicked the dead walkers and then bend down to mess with the arrow in the females head. 'He isnt going to take my arrow!' she said to herself as she slowly and quietly stood and crept over to the man attempting to take her arrow. She drew her pistol from her right thigh holster and then slowly cocked it. He seemed to have heard that as she saw him tense up and his ears slightly rise, as if listening more carefully. She had stopped moving completley holding her breath again until he went back to trying at the arrow. She took another step and then she knew that he had just put up a front to get her to make a noise and confirm his suspicions. He was incredibly fast at turning that she almost didn't have time to react and pull up her gun to his head.

A/N: I know this was short and kind had a cliffhanger like ending to this, but review and the second chapter should be up soon with some actual interactions between OC and Daryl.