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A/N: Well, welcome fellow young bloods, my name is Causal Phoenix. You probably don't know me, since this is my first story. So constructive criticism is advised. First off, I have no plot whatsoever, so feel welcome to suggest any ideas. Second, don't expect any schedule, I know I am a procrastinator, so I know I am gonna write when I want. I'll try to at least update every so often. Third, I do not plan on having any romance in this series, but that could change. Like I said, suggest anything, if i like it, i'll think about it. Forth, i'm starting at in season one. Fifth, if you have any questions or suggestions leave a review or PM me! Sixth, i have been writing this with my cousin. I told him about it he was just on aboard. He's been suggesting ideas, which I most likely will do. So theres both a male and female perspective on this. Also, this is rated M for a reason. I cuss a lot, so I know there will be a lot of cussing,and there could be violence (OH HELL NO! YOU KNOW THERE'S GONNA BE VIOLENCE! This is TWD we're talking about!).

FUN FACT: If you look closely in the RV, you can see a painting or poster that says, "How about a nice cup of shut the hell up!". Good advice!

Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be wonderful if I owned TWD? I'm afraid I don't. (I don't know if I am supposed to put a disclaimer for TV shows, but they do in the books section, so yea, I own nothing but my OCs)

chapter one

~CP~

If she said she was afraid, she'd be a goddamned liar. She was terrified. This wasn't the way a child like her should feel. Ever. She had no idea where this man would take her. For all she knew he could be hauling her over to the slaughter house. She wanted to run, to squirm free of his grip, but she didn't dare move. It hadn't been helpful last time. She walked beside him, hoping he was helping. The man slung the crossbow over his shoulders, his left hand still holding her wrist. He was glaring at his thumbnail on his right hand, which seemed to have hangnail. He readjusted his bag, which she had noticed reeked. But she was sorta used to the smell of the dead by now. He turned his head to her, catching her stare. She immediately turned her head away, in fear he would do something.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked, picking at the thumbnail with his index finger. He waited for her to respond for a moment, before muttering something under his breath. They walked in the woods in silence for a moment. It was peaceful here, and quiet. Wait. Weren't those the same thing? "The name's Daryl." he said suddenly, interrupting her thoughts. She closed her eyes, and gathered up all the courage held in her small figure.

"Dylan." she said, barely a whisper. Daryl must have heard her, because he snickered a bit. "Ain't Dylan a boy's name?" She nervously played with her hair with her free hand, her mind debating rather or not to tell him about her past. Another five minutes passed. Ten. She suddenly got sick of the silence, and chose to answer his question.

"My mother was expecting a boy." she said, once again quietly. Just as she finished her sentence, Daryl let go of her wrist. He began walking towards a path, motioning her to follow him. Dylan knew he would catch her if she ran, so she decided quickly to walk with him. That's what she was taught. To make decisions quickly. The path was made of dirt, something that was common around here. They were on the dirt path for at least half an hour. It was dusk, Dylan's favorite time of the day. He stopped before he turned a corner, holding out his hand for Dylan to take. She glared at it for a second, before resting her hand in his. He took a deep breath, before dragging her around the corner.

The first thing she noticed was a large RV. A man with a white beard was sitting on top of it, staring at her with large eyes. Right next to the RV, there was what seemed to be a fire, with three woman and a boy, who looked around her age, sitting around it. One of the woman had wavy blond hair, while the other had light brown hair. One of the woman had short hair, which looked a little gray. Dylan liked it. It looked like an old hair cut she had. They all stared at Dylan for a minute, it was starting to get uncomfortable. The one with the brown hair spoke up first.

"So Daryl, what'd you find today?" she asked still staring at Dylan.

"I got six squirrels, and four rabbits. One was mighty big too. I was just about to go out again, I just wanted to drop this one off." Daryl said sarcastically patting her back. The woman with shorter hair stood up, walking towards her. She knelt in front of Dylan, giving her a warm smile.

"My name's Carol, what's your name sweetie?" she asked as she licked her thumb and washed the dirt off her face. Daryl snickered under his breath. Carol turned to him and frowned. "What's so funny?" she asked Daryl. He shook his head. "Been walkin' with the kid for an hour. I've only gotten seven words outta her mouth. She ain't talking shit." he smirked.

"I'm not talking shit. Unlike someone here." Dylan finally spoke, glaring at Daryl for being rude to Carol. He shrugged, but the other four women had shut their mouths, most likely taking in what she was said. She shook her head and turned to Carol.

"Dylan. My name is Dylan." she said smiling slightly. The woman with the brown hair cleared her throat and smiled. "Well, Dylan, that's Amy,"she pointed to the blond haired woman who waved to her."I'm Lori and this is my son, Carl." she smiled. Dylan nodded, sitting down next to Amy.

~CP~

She slowly ate the food on the plate Lori gave her, savoring the taste. It had been nearly a week since she ate something. She wanted it to seem like a huge meal. She had drank some water at the creek. It looked clean, she hoped it was. The last thing she needed was a stomach virus. Or worse. She sat alone, under a nearby tree. This is something she enjoyed. Being alone. It had some certain feeling to it that filled her with peace. No one to interrupt her thoughts, she had a lot of 'em.

There was a large amount of people at camp. There were 30 people, at most. Dylan only had been seven people in her past group, most of them being grown men. She and her brother were the only children in the group. Here, it was like a homeschooled child walking into a classroom for the first time.

The man who had been sitting on top of the RV had been Dale. He was nice, a lot more nicer than most people here. Dale had agreed she could stay in the RV, he was going

"Hi."

Dylan didn't look up, feeling like the person had interrupted her thoughts. "Hey." she said dryly, holding her gaze to the food on her plate. "Hello," Carl responded in a quiet tone. She froze in panic, "Uh…," she couldn't say anything, she turned her head to face the young boy. When she turned, she saw him staring at her with an annoyed but friendly glance. "What were you going to say?" Carl asked. Dylan couldn't move, in a panic, she shrugged her shoulders, avoiding answering.

"Listen, I know you're new and scared, but we're good people that only want to help," Carl said," If you want, Shane and I are going to do something in a few hours, if you want you can come with?".

"I think I'll pass," Dylan smiled nervously. "it's late and i'd like to settle in a bit, but maybe later." Carl nodded, "I understand." he said, sitting down in front of her. Dylan didn't know why she was frightened by Carl talking to her. Maybe it was the new surroundings? Yea, the new surroundings. It was getting late and stars were shining brighter than ever."I'll see you in the morning… I guess" She said as she got up and started walking toward the RV.

"Okay, see ya," Carl said in a bummed out type of tone. Dylan opened the RV's door and closed it behind her. She kicked off her shoes and laid on the bed to the left in the back. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

~CP~

Dylan opened her eyes in a quick motion. It was still pitch black. She got out of the bed but realized that everyone was still asleep, but when she looked out the window, she saw two mysterious characters moving outside. This alarmed her. Dylan wanted to wake Dale and warn him about it until she heard a familiar voice outside. It was Shane's voice, a man she had met a little after she had met Dale. Shane was interesting. That's really all she could say about him. She had only answered his questions, like where she was from, and why she was alone.

Dylan couldn't make out what he was saying, peeking out of the window next to the bed she was sleeping in, which Dale had kept open.

Then she heard Lori's voice. Dylan's eyes started to adjust to the lighting, and the two figures seemed to be Lori and Shane. She still couldn't make out their voices. They were mumbling. They seemed to be arguing, by the tones in their voices. Dylan couldn't decide whether or not to follow them or say put. Lori and Shane were leaving the campsite, and headed toward the lake. Her curiosity was driving her mad, as the shadowy figures escaped her sight, she decided that she would follow them. The window was barely wide enough to escape through, and Dylan was pretty thin for her age. After around 3 minutes of squeezing through the window, she made it out and began to follow Shane and Lori through the cryptic forest.

She knew she shouldn't be sticking her nose in other's business, but the curiosity that filled her was soul devouring. Now she was just being dramatic. She kept at least 20 yards in between them. They were almost at the lake, until she tripped on a tree root. Fortunately, she was far enough away for them to hear her. When Lori and Shane sat down with their feet in the water, Dylan got closer. Eventually, she was in hearing distance when she sat down to listen. She heard more arguing between them. Dylan pondered on what they were talking about. Nineteen minutes later of their bickering towards each other, there was silence. Dylan was greatly alarmed, she feared that Shane and Lori could've found out that she was there and get her in trouble. She didn't hear any foot steps near her, but her heart was pumping loud enough to distract her ears. Suddenly, she heard what sounded like kissing. Dylan wanted to look to see what was going on, but she feared that it could be a distraction to give away her position. She pondered on this for a minute until she finally got up in a slow motion just so that her head was exposed from behind the bushes that she was hiding in. What she saw had blown away her world. After what may've been an hour of fighting between them, a second later and they were making out. Lori and Shane were by the water kissing. Part of Dylan wanted to throw up but another wanted to see where this was leading. Unfortunately, she knew where they were heading after Shane took his shirt off. Dylan suddenly felt like a pervert, and quietly got up and backed away. When she was out of view, she was running, quietly as possible.

Okay, okay don't panic. You'll figure it out.

Okay. She tried to gather her scrambled thoughts while she headed back to camp. So Lori and Shane were in some sort of relationship, and they apparently wanted to keep it quiet, and now she knew, great. When the RV was in sight, Dylan knew she was safe and it was okay to turn her head to make sure that she wasn't being followed by them. She regretted turning her head and running, because she ran into someone. She fell down where as the person she hit hadn't moved a muscle. The person was a man,and he said,"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he said in a stern and hateful tone. Dylan knew she was screwed, because she recognized the tone of the man, it was Dale and he look too happy to see her.

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This chapter was kinda short,and we plan to make them longer! :D Also, by the end of this chapter, we sorta have a plot, but still suggest ideas!