Hello fellow fanfickers.

As a couple of you may know, I started writing a different fanficiton to this one not all that long ago, but decided to scrap it, because I was losing interest in what I was writing, to be perfectly honest.

Now here I am, ready to bring a something a little different, giving you a new character, someone to shake up the story a little.

I really hope that you guys will enjoy what is to come, I have many great plans for this story, so I hope that you guys will follow along. :)

It would also be super duper if you guys could review this story, so that I can improve this story for your entertainment.

The first couple of chapters are quite short, really only being there to introduce the new character, Dallas, into the world, but I promise, that the later chapters will be a bit longer, allowing more of the story to be fit in.

Without further ado, here is the story. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own the Walking Dead, all I own is my wonderful OC

"Come on Sandra, the movie's is about to start," Dallas called, stuffing popcorn into his mouth. He heard a small chuckle beside him, and turned to see the little girl he was babysitting, laughing at his display. "What's so funny?" he asked, choking down some more popcorn.

"You eat just like my dad does," she laughed, giving a him cute smile which Dallas returned, a few stray pieces of food escaping from his mouth as he did so, making the girl laugh even more. Dallas placed the bowl on the table and looked behind the couch, trying to see where his girlfriend was.

"What's taking her so long? I'll go get her, you wait here," Dallas said, standing up from the couch and walking up to the hall, intent on finding Sandra. On his way down the hall, Dallas walked past a mirror, and noticed a stray bit of hair that was sticking out of his dark brown locks. He looked closer into the mirror, trying to fix it, while letting the light reflect off of his bright blue eyes. Once he was satisfied that his hair was back in place, he did a quick muscle flex, and showing off his lightly toned arms. Chuckling at himself, he continued down the hall, turning a corner into the lit up bathroom, to see Sandra, holding a slightly bloodied arm.

"Hey Dallas, what's up?" she asked quickly, covering up the arm.

"What was that?" he retorted, reaching to lift up her sleeve.

"It's nothing, don't worry. Let's just go watch the movie," she reassured him, leading him out of the bathroom and back down the hall. They were soon back at the couch, being greeted by the girl's smiling face. The two sat down beside her, Dallas putting his arm around Sandra as the movie began on the TV screen. Dallas and Sandra were staying over for the week, to take care of the little girl, Clementine, while her parents were away on holiday. Normally, Sandra would come by herself to watch Clementine, as Clementine's parent's number one choice to watch her whenever they went away. On the odd occasion however, Sandra brought along her Dallas, just for extra company, or if she had school work to do. Dallas had begun to grow quite close to the young girl over the many times he had visited, seeing her as somewhat of a little sister. She must've thought the same as well, since she was always happy to make fun of him whenever she got the chance. So it was no surprise that Dallas had said yes when Sandra had asked him if he wanted to help babysit for the week. Now here they were sitting together and watching a movie before Clementine went to bed. It wasn't long before the movie was finished, and Dallas was ushering Clementine to her bedroom to go to sleep, while Sandra got ready for bed herself. As Dallas stepped into Clementine's room, he could hear Sandra begin coughing in the other room, each cough sounding as wheezy as the next.

"Is Sandra okay?" Clementine asked, as Dallas tucked her into bed, handing her a stuffed toy to cuddle.

"I think she's just feeling a little sick, don't worry," he reassured her with a small smile. Sandra began coughing again outside, sounding worse than her last fit.

"You're sure?" Dallas looked back at the young girl, giving her another sad smile, patting her on the head, and leaving the room, turning on her night light.

"Good night Clem." Dallas went down to the guest room that he and Sandra were sharing, to see her sitting on the bed, coughing into a piece of cloth. She looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot and watering.

"Dallas-" she began to say, before she fell off of the bed, collapsing on the floor. He ran over to her, lifting her up onto the bed, laying her down on her back.

"Sandra?! Are you okay?" he almost yelled, shaking her by the shoulders. Her eyes slowly flickered open, bloodshot and staring back at him. A small smile touched her lips.

"I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just feeling a little light-headed," she told him. He helped her move up the bed a little, getting her to rest her back up against the wall. He picked up the cloth she was coughing into previously, turning it over to see a blood stain.

"You're not okay. Your eyes look like death and you're coughing up blood for fuck's sake. I'm going to call an ambulance," Dallas told her, getting up to go grab his phone, before Sandra grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

"I'm fine, really Dallas. It is just one of those things; it'll pass overnight, trust me." She looked him right in the eyes, willing him to trust her. After a couple of minutes of just staring into each other's eyes, Dallas reluctantly relented, pulling up the covers and helping Sandra into bed, slipping in beside her.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Dallas questioned, his eyes beginning to become heavy. Sandra began coughing again, blood going into her overly bloodied cloth.

"I'm sure," she answered, rolling over and going to sleep. Dallas stared at her back, watching her chest move up and down with her breathing, as his eyes slowly became too heavy to keep open, and he went to sleep, worry still present at the front of his mind.

Pretty good start to the story I would think.

Giving you guys a little bit of an insight of what could've happened to Clementine's babysitter, Sandra, and how she ended up attacking Lee.

Anyway, as I said in the opening, please review my story, so that I can make it better for you guys. ^_^

Thanks heaps everyone! :D