Name: Julianne Taylor
Nickname: Jewels (but not quite yet, Daryl will give her that nickname ^_^)
Age:
32
Height:
5'4"
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Deep Blue
From:
Atlanta, Georgia
Weapon(s) of Choice:
Bear ® Archery Fred Bear Super Grizzly Recurve Bow, hunting knife
Job (Pre-Apocalypse):
Head chef and owner of a café


Jewels: I do not own The Walking Dead…

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my systems blow, welcome to the new age, to the new age, welcome to the new age, to the new age.

"ORDER UP!" I yelled over the banging and clanging of the café kitchen that I worked in. The music that played over the radio while I cooked had no meaning to me at the time, it was just another over played song on the radio that I couldn't help but sing along to whenever it came on the radio.

I didn't know at that point that through the hustle and bustle of trying to keep up with orders and everyday life, that that song was more like a foreshadowing of times to come…

A FEW MONTHS LATER…

"All I've had for weeks is squirrel," I said, setting my bow down after a disappointing hunt.

I had been on my own, hiding out in the woods after the zombie infection out break for months. No family, no friends…just me, myself and my bow. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand a very sharp hunting knife.

Rustle

I pulled my hunting knife out and spun around, waiting for whatever might come out. It could be a walker or even some food for myself. I waited for a little longer and when I saw what looked like a human foot, I charged. It was kill or be killed, and I was not about to be killed. The thing was that the next thing I knew, I found myself on the ground with a man on top of me struggling to get my knife away from me.

"Would ya stop it, ya god damn bitch…I ain't gonna kill ya," he said, slamming my hand back onto the ground, the knife flying from my hand. After that it was time to move to extreme measures, and I swung my leg up and kneed him where it hurts.

He groaned and rolled away from me giving me my chance to grab my knife, pin him down with my knee, and hold the knife to his neck. "Who the hell, are ya and what do ya want?!"

"I was trackin' a deer an' I came across you," he said, still in pain from where I kneed him, "Ain't my fault you were right in my line of trackin'."

"The deer is dead…" I said, getting off him, "I was trackin' it too and it got caught by a walker."

He just looked me up and down. "You…were trackin' that deer?"

"I may be pretty, but I can track a deer like the best of 'em," I said, "Don't let the big boobs fool ya."

He slowly got up. "You alone out here?"

"Ain't got anyone else in the world," I said, "Family's dead, friends went to higher ground so to speak."

He looked like he was contemplating something and then he let out a small sigh. "Well you don't seem like someone who would murder us all in our sleep."

"I don't harm people unless they are a danger to me," I stated.

He shifted uncomfortably. "I know….I'm…part of a camp, a few men but I would say mostly women an' a few kids."

"Are you asking me if I'm willing to let go of my solitude out in the wonderful great outdoors and join a camp full of people I don't even know?" I questioned, "I don't even know your name." I took a step closer to him. "And for a couple of measly adrenaline filled minutes we were rolling around with each other, trying to kill each other."

A small smirk crossed his face as he let out a small chuckle. "Name's Daryl…Daryl Dixion."

"Well, Daryl Dixion…my name is Julianne Taylor. It's a pleasure to meet you."

A WHILE LATER

"Well…this is it," Daryl said leading me into the camp.

There was an RV, some cars, several tents, and people doing what looked to be daily chores.

"Daryl, wha'd you bring back this…who the hell is this?" a man who looked like he may have some authority around the camp said as he walked over.

"More squirrels and I found her in the forest," Daryl replied gruffly, "She puts up a good fight and she can hunt."

"You got a name?" the man asked.

"Since birth," I replied, cocking my head a bit.

The man looked at Daryl.

"I like her," Daryl said.

The man through up his hands and just walked away.

"That's Shane, biggest prick you'll ever meet," he said.

"I can tell," I said.

"My tent is over there next to my brother's…I suggest you stay away from that area as much as possible," he said with a warning look.

"Gotcha…"

"I'm sure you'll get along well with the other girls, so just find a place to set up your tent and get to your self-introductions."

"What about you?"

"I got work to do," he said, holding up the squirrels, "And besides, you can obviously take care of yourself."

He walked away and I shook my head before finding an empty spot to start setting up my tent.

"Need some help?" a woman with short graying hair asked.

"Sure," I replied. 'Might as well start makin' friends.'

"Shane's been complaining about Daryl bringing you here," she said, honestly as we started to set up the tent.

"He can complain all he wants," I said, "This is the first time since the outbreak that I've been in a group an' I'll pull my weight. Hunting, fishing, chores…whatever ya guys need, just ask."

She gave a small smile. "What's your name?"

"Julianne Taylor." I replied.

"It very nice to meet you, I'm Carol," she said.

I smiled. Maybe this whole camp thing was gonna be a good idea.

That night after I had introduced myself to everyone, pitched in with chores, and helped Daryl finish with those squirrels we all sat around the small campfire. I sun was just starting to set so the cold was just creeping in.

"Oh great," Lori said looking towards the road as a truck came up it, "Merle's back."

"Merle?" I questioned, getting up and walking over to the stew pot for more of the squirrel stew that had been fixed for dinner.

"Daryl's older brother," Lori replied with a scowl.

"Oh…"

I heard talking behind me and continued to gather myself some stew, leaning over the pot to check and make sure I left enough meat for everyone, when suddenly the talking stopped and I head a cat call.

"Oooh wee, baby brother. You said you found a girl out in the woods, but that right there. Mmm, that is a mighty fine piece of ass. Sugar, why don't you turn around and let ol' Merle see the rest of the package, hm?" a man said.

I scowled and turned around to face a man that was a few years older than Daryl, but there was definitely some family resemblance.

"My, my, my," he said, "You brought back a mighty fine piece of meat."

"Knock it off bro," Daryl said.

"Bet you've tapped this one already. Or is she free game?" he questioned, "Honey, why don't you meet me in my tent lat-."

"Listen here asswipe," I snapped, cutting him off, "I will by no means be getting with ya, an' if ya even try to put your hands on me, I will cut them off, then give up a slow and painful pen-ectomy. Got it? Got it? Good!" I took my stew and sat back down, ignoring the amused looks that I was getting from everyone.

"Stupid bitch," I heard Merle grumble before he walked off to his tent.

"I don't know if that was really smart, or really stupid," Daryl said, before walking off himself.

'Neither do I,' I thought.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Jewels: Saying as that's the first chapter it may not have been as good as everyone was hoping, but I hope you enjoyed it!