Hello my dear reader. I have not been writing in a long time. This is my first WD fan fic and boy am I excited!

Quick note: I generally will not spend a long time explaining who characters are and introducing them. I'm assuming that everyone watches the show so their appearance and general attitude is already apparent to you. Anyway, just want to say that I obviously do not own anything Walking Dead related. Kirkman is a genius. And I hope everyone is reading the comic! It's amazing!

I'm hell on heels

Say what you will

I've done made the devil a deal

He made me pretty

He made me smart

And I'm gonna break me a million hearts

I'm hell on heels

Baby, I'm coming for you

"Hell on Heels" by Pistol Annies

The Georgia heat was unbearable.

And she was out of gas.

"Fuck," She muttered, grabbing her revolver and backpack from the passenger seat.

She threw the door open, slung the backpack over her shoulders, and hopped down from the lifted Ford Bronco. There wasn't anything to do now but walk. She tucked the Western revolver into the waistband of her denim shorts and trudged forward along the empty highway.

He'd been driving twenty minutes when he saw her. She was walking in the opposite direction that he was traveling. He slowed down, looking her up and down, admiring her legs in her tiny shorts, her tight little white tank top, and her cowboy boots. He wondered why such a pretty girl was by herself during such desperate times.

"Hey, you need a ride?" He called out to her as he stopped the Jeep.

She looked warily at him and brushed her wavy blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Where you goin'?" She asked in a Georgia drawl, her hand resting on her revolver. She had noted his wandering eyes.

"Back to my camp. There's a group of survivors."

She paused and looked at him skeptically.

"What do you mean survivors? Why aren't y'all in Atlanta? It's supposed to be safe there."

The man ran a hand through his thick black hair and then rubbed the stubble on his strong jaw.

"You mean you haven't heard?" He asked.

She shook her head.

"Sorry to tell you, but the city is overrun. Ain't many people left around here."

She stepped up to the window of his black Jeep, noting his police uniform shirt.

"What do you mean, officer?" She asked as she studied his face carefully.

"I mean that it wasn't the safe haven the government promised. Everyone in the whole city is a walker."

He watched her face darken.

"You've seen this with your own eyes?" She asked.

He nodded impatiently.

"Look princess, I don't mind given you a ride back, but we need to hurry."

She tilted her head and looked up at him with deep green eyes.

"What's your name officer?" She asked, leaning sideways onto the Jeep.

"Officer Walsh, but you can call me Shane."

She nodded and walked around the Jeep, hopping into the passenger side.

"Much obliged Shane. But don't you ever fuckin' call me 'princess' again."

"What's your name?" Shane asked as he sped along the empty Georgia highway.

"Clementine," She replied, staring straight ahead.

"Clementine? You must be pretty Southern." He remarked, glancing down at her firm legs.

"Guess you could say that," She mumbled.

He smirked.

Clementine wasn't interested in this tool at all, but it was obvious that he didn't know that. He was good looking, cocky, and probably thought he could get any girl he wanted.

"Little girl like you know how to use that gun?" He asked, glancing at the antique revolver in her hand.

She looked down at it. The grip was wooden and the brassy barrel was intricately engraved with swirling patterns.

"This was my great grandaddy's gun." She remarked, staring at it affectionately.

"What was he, some sort of outlaw?" Shane asked with a laugh.

She turned and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah," She answered plainly and looked out the window again.

With this little hard body next to him, he almost didn't even lust for Lori. Almost. Sure she wasn't the friendliest girl he'd ever met, but boy was she smoking. He knew that no matter what way he looked at it, he was in love with Lori. He'd loved her since he met her; outraged that she'd chosen Rick over him. But now Rick was gone. He was all she had. He knew that. Didn't mean he couldn't flirt around though. Or more. What Lori didn't know, wouldn't hurt her.

Finally, they pulled off the main road and followed a dirt road for about ten minutes. Shane stopped the Jeep beside an older RV and jumped out. Clementine hopped out with her gear and walked around the Jeep to stand beside him. She holstered her revolver in her waistband. An older bearded man with a bucket hat stood atop the RV with a rifle and looked down at them.

"Hey, Shane. Who's the new face?" The man called out.

"Dale, this is Clementine. I found her walking along the highway by herself."

Dale looked perplexed, but waved down to Clementine and sent her a friendly smile.

"Let me introduce you to everyone, princess." Shane said, placing his large hand on the small of her back and ushering her towards a group of tents.

Clementine rolled her eyes, but allowed herself to be toted around the camp, curious to meet the rest of the group. At a nearby campfire circle sat an Asian man and two young women, watching over a boy and girl playing tag.

"Glenn, Andrea, and Amy, this is Clementine. She was walking along the highway so I picked her up." Shane stated.

The three waved at her.

"What were you doing alone?" The girl that Shane had indicated as Amy asked.

Clementine paused and took a deep breath.

"I was headed toward Atlanta to find my parents and my truck ran out of gas." She replied rather forlornly.

The three nodded in sympathy.

"It's a good thing Shane picked you up before you got to Atlanta." Glenn stated with a grim expression.

Clementine looked up at him, feeling vulnerable.

"My parents… do you think they might still be alive if they lived there?" She asked Glenn hopefully.

Glenn paused. He shrugged and shook his head again.

"Honestly, I don't know. It's possible, but unlikely." He replied sadly.

Clementine nodded gloomily and allowed Shane to usher her onwards. Shane pointed out the little boy with brown hair and a lanky, tall blonde girl that were running around.

"This is Carl and Sophia. Their moms are over here." He said, as he led her to a lake.

The lake was rather large and was cut out of the rock. Clementine assumed it had been a quarry at one point. The water looked cool and inviting. It promised a refreshing reprieve from the Georgia sun. Three women knelt on the shore doing laundry. They turned when they heard Shane approaching, but looked extremely surprised to see Clementine. The tallest one had long brown hair and bangs. She narrowed her eyes when she saw Shane's hand placed on Clementine's lower back. The woman's scathing look did not escape Clementine's notice.

"Clementine, this is Carol, Lori, and Jacqui. Carol is Sophia's mother and Lori is Carl's mother."

Clementine awkwardly nodded hello to them.

"I found her walking along the highway and headed towards Atlanta." Shane added as an explanation.

Carol and Jacqui waved her a friendly hello, but Lori stared her down.

"Shane, I think we need to talk." Lori commanded, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the lake.

"Wait here," Shane ordered as he walked away with Lori.

Clementine raised her eyebrows and turned to face the remaining two women. They were conversing amongst themselves, so she quietly sat down beside them.

"How long have ya'll been out here?" Clementine asked once their conversation had lulled.

The two women paused, thinking back.

"About two weeks, does that sound right Jacqui?" Carol replied.

Jacqui nodded as she rinsed a shirt free of soap in the water.

"Guess I didn't realize how bad it was." Clementine mused.

She knew there was a viral outbreak, but she never imagined it could be this widespread. Clementine had spent the past few weeks hiking a section of the Appalachian Trail. When she returned to the starting point, she found no park rangers, no other hikers, and only emergency broadcasts on the radio. She hastily drove towards Atlanta to find her parents without knowing exactly what to expect. Luckily she had a wide range of helpful gear with her from the trail including her one person tent, a sleeping bag, some extra food, warm clothes, a flashlight, and her gun. Sure carrying a concealed weapon without a license was illegal, but as a lone female hiker she felt it was a risk well worth taking. She watched as Shane walked back towards her, Lori stamping behind him.

"Come on. Let's go." He said as he pulled her up.

He led her away from the lake and back towards the tents. A skinny man with a mustache and baseball cap sat outside of a tent, watching the children play.

"Jim, this is Clementine. She was on her way to Atlanta on foot when I found her."

Jim nodded to her and offered a hand, which she shook.

"That's a mistake you don't want to make." Jim mumbled.

"Jim lost his family in Atlanta." Shane explained as he ushered her to the next tent.

A middle aged man lay on a cot inside the tent. His eyes were closed.

"Ed, this is Clementine. Ed is Carol's husband."

Ed didn't bother opening his eyes or saying anything to Clementine.

"Hey! Ain't you gonna bring that girl 'round here to introduce her to me?" A gruff voice called out.

Clementine turned to see a tall muscular man with cutoff sleeves standing by the camp fire circle and staring her down. He was at least in his mid-thirties and had a wide grin on his face. He strolled over and looked her up and down.

"Nice catch, officer. What's your name sweet cheeks?" He asked as he circled her, nodding in approval.

"Merle, leave her alone. Come on, Clementine." Shane said tiredly.

Merle's face broke into another grin.

"Clementine? Well aren't you just a Southern belle?" Merle laughed.

He stepped towards her. She stood her ground and stared up into his blue eyes. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Maybe we can share a tent and you can show me some Southern hospitality."

Clementine leaned into him, placing her small hands on his chest and tiptoeing so she could reach his ear. She knew Merle's type. Heck, she had spent her whole life growing up around good ol' boys like him, falling in love with them and breaking their hearts. She didn't understand Shane's type, but she knew men like Merle like the back of her hand.

"I ain't exactly the hospitable type." Clementine whispered playfully back with a wink.

Merle's grin widened. Not liking how the situation was developing, Shane put his hands on her shoulders and steered her away from him.

"Hey, catch you later sweet cheeks!" Merle called out from behind them.

Clementine turned to look back at him, her hands balled into fists. A younger man was approaching Merle. He was equally as tall as Merle, sweaty, dirty, and had a crossbow slung across him. He didn't even look her way.

"Who is that?" She asked Shane.

"Huh? Oh that's Merle's brother Daryl." Shane replied, glancing over his shoulder.

"Sorry about that. Merle isn't exactly the nicest guy here."

Clementine shrugged.

"I ain't exactly the nicest girl either." She replied as she smiled and flipped open the butterfly knife she had lifted from Merle's front pocket.

And that's that! Hope you like it! Please review and let me know if I should continue the story.