Hello and welcome to my sadly untitled story. It's been floating in my head for at least a month, so i finally thought i would just give it a shot. I do not own walking dead or any of its characters, just my own. Enjoy!

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The murky morning matches the mood of the world. These days, its nothing but despair, sorrow, and death. It was all anyone could smell, see, and taste. But that didn't stop her, nothing would. Didn't matter if the dead weren't dying, didn't matter how hard life seemed, she wasn't one to stand down. She'd die when she wanted to, and she'd make damn sure that she stayed dead. Everyday was a gift, that's what her mother used to say. Course, her mother started off every day in a bottle of vodka, so it made things coming out of her mouth a little hard to believe.

She made no noise on the forest floor, her hair out of her face, save some stray bangs. They didn't bother her though. As long as she could see and hear, she would be fine. She'd been coming into these words for little over a week now, not usually staying put in one place for too long. She tried that once, was nearly killed. The only way to survive in this new world was to keep on moving.

She hears a twig crack, and she takes refuge by the nearest tree. Her machete in one hand, her hand gun in the other. The silencer had saved her ass so many times, helping her be as quiet as a mouse. That was another way to make sure you stayed alive. Wasn't like her life was much different before the world ended, she basically just continued doing what she was doing, just more traveling. She strains her ears to hear anything outside, but nothing greets her. Taking a quick look, she finds nothing. Sheathing her weapons, she presses on.

She's gotta find something to eat. There's no way that all the wild life was gone from here, she'd only been around for a week. She'd never run into anything other than those damn walking dead mother fuckers. They didn't exactly count as people. Her heavy boots make no sound as she continues on her hunt. She hears voices it sounds like, in the distance. It's a group of people. This is only their scouting party, she's sure there's more than that. Fuck 'em. So long as they stay away from her, she'll leave them alone.

The forest echoes with their voices, but she's gotta look passed that. She hears it then, the groaning of the undead. She smiles. At least she'll get some fun out of this adventure. She pulls out the katana's strapped to her back. They make no noise, silent and deadly. She walks on, following the noise of those retched beasts. The least she can do is put them out of their misery, that way no one had to worry about their loved ones walking around and infecting others.

She finds at least 12 of those mother fuckers, walking around some trees. She smiles again, jumping out to get their attention. They notice her, too stupid to not bother. She starts her attack, slicing the first one's head off from the jaw up. Her katana's are sharp, and able to kill them all easily. It's almost like a dance, as she walks through in a liquid motion, killing them all. Blood splatters everywhere, but she doesn't care. It won't affect her, but she will clean up before she returns to her temporary dwelling.

They're all done with, lying corpses on the ground. She eye's her work, making sure she killed the brain of every last one. Cold blooded killer, but that was what happened in a kill or be killed kind of world. She scoffed at that last thought, knowing it wasn't much different from her life before. She pulled out a piece of cloth, wiping the blood from her blades before sheathing them again.

She walks on, trying to find food. Hopefully those damn dead mother fuckers didn't get anything, or else she'd be screwed. It was the strangest thing, none of the wildlife was out. Maybe it was those people she heard a while back that scared them. Or maybe they got to them first. She narrowed her eyes, hearing the crunching of leaves. Winter was going to settle in soon, and it would make it hard to travel. She wasn't used to snow all that much, wasn't usually that cold where she grew up. But she was quite far north. She wasn't sure she was still in the same state.

She finally spots something to eat, and it appears to be a really nice catch. Been a while since she found a deer. Heck, been a while since she found something other than mice. She pulled out her gun, aiming her shot. She had to get it just right, or else all the meat would be useless. She cocked her gun, the safety off and ready to fire. It was in her perfect sights, her finger just about to squeeze the trigger...

She held her breath, the deer's head going up as if it heard something. She bit her lip nervously, not wanting it to dash off. She mentally sighed when it went back to its original activity. She waited her shot again, and smiled. She pulled the trigger, then screamed in pain. She missed, the deer running off. A shooting pain emanated from her arm, and she could feel blood dripping from it. She saw the source of it, feathers sticking out of the end. She growled, only one person who could have done this.

"Daryl Dixon! Don' tell me y'all just shot meh with that stupid pussy ass crossbow o'yers!" she screamed into the open air, not caring if she attracted any dead. It was something she was used to saying whenever she saw bolts anywhere. Stupid boy always managed to hurt her. She couldn't wait for the day she finally got to kill him and his good for nothin' brother. She grunted in pain, assessing the damage. No arteries, that was good, it wasn't fatal.

She heard the leaves move, a group of people approaching her. The adrenaline had kicked in, the pain no longer a problem. She looked to see who was coming. Her eyes widened slightly, then her face was contorted in a scowl. There were at least 10 people, but one of them was Dixon himself. She growled running towards him, not caring about the weapons pointed at her. She knocked his crossbow out of his hands, pushing him against a tree. He was surprised to see her, that was for sure.

"What the fuck is yer problem? Shootin' at meh, how many times Ah tell ye to watch it!" the routine words came flooding out of her mouth.

"Stupid bitch shouldn't be in the way all the time!" was his reply.

"In the way!" she was seething. She reached for the bolt on her arm and pulled it out effortlessly. She pointed it his head, "How's this for in the way ya son of a bitch!"

They glared at each other, the rest of the people watching completely confused. Her arm was still pinning him against the tree. She knew that she could be overpowered by him, but she supposed pointing his own weapon up at his eyes was probably stopping him. If her arm were any higher, she was sure she'd be choking him, and then she'd really have a struggle on her hands.

Daryl smirked as he stared at this girl. She wasn't going to kill him like she always promised, not now anyway. Not like it mattered to her that Rick, Glenn, Carl, and Carol had guns pointed at her. She wasn't afraid of anything, tough as nails this one. Wasn't long before he was openly laughing in her face, like he always used to when she got angry with him.

"What the fuck ye laughin' 'bout, boy?! Ah'll kill you where ye stand!"

He shoved her off once the laughing had subsided. Her southern brogue was deep when she was angry. And she was always angry. If the look on her face could kill him, he would be dead on the spot. So dead there was no way he was going to start walking again.

"Take care o'yer arm," he instructed, watching it gush out blood.

She scoffed, throwing the bolt in his direction before unhooking her katana's. She peeled off her sweater, her bare arm covered in her own blood. She used her machete to slice it up, throwing away the blood soaked part of it. She wrapped the dry parts around her arm, tying it tight with her teeth and free hand. At least he missed her tattoo, she would definitely have to get some blood out of him if he did. She strapped her katana's back on her back, glaring at the other members of Dixon's group. The guns were still in hand, but at least they weren't pointed at her. They were obviously untrusting, but that suited her just fine. She observed each of them. She scowled when she saw one of them was pregnant.

"What the fuck ye doin' walkin' 'round these parts with a baby on the way?!" she demanded of Daryl.

"Got no choice, woman. Walker's everywhere," he replied.

"Ah don't care 'bout them motha fucker's. Big bad Dixon should be able to handle them anyhow. Y'all can' just wander 'round here with a sick pregnant gal!"

"I'm not sick," said Lori.

"Yer pale an' yer head's titled. Y'ain't goin' anywhere far like that," she pointedly told the girl. She turned her back to them, "Maht as well come on then, Ah won' have a baby's life on mah hands."

"How do we know we can trust you?" asked Rick. He was obviously the husband.

She turned to face him, "If Ah wanted ye dead, ye would be."

Rick looked at Daryl, still weary. The man wasn't looking, just following the strange girl he appeared to know so well. Rick decided it wouldn't be all bad, they were many and she was one. Besides, Rick had never seen Daryl react to someone like that before, maybe it would be good to let this play out.

She didn't wait for them, but she knew they were following. She could feel Daryl's eyes on her, and it made her mad. Last time she ever saw him was his running back. Coward. She wasn't going to think about that now, she had more important things to do. Looks like she'd have to go further to get food for all these people. Just what she fucking needed. She meant it though, she wasn't going to let an unborn child die because she was too selfish to offer her good fortune.

They finally reached a three story house in the middle of nowhere. She sighed, one of those stupid dead people walking around. She threw a knife at it, hitting her target without even trying. She walked on as if she had done nothing, she'd get the knife later. Not like that fucker was going anywhere. She observed the place in front of her as she got to it. The middle of nowhere...

A cabin in the woods of sorts. It was the safest place for the time being. She didn't like staying in one place for too long, but she was forced here, especially now. The lady looked to be about five months, and obviously wasn't taking care of herself properly. She was going to fix that. She'd have to keep an eye on Dixon as well, lest he pull the old shit on her again. She wasn't having it, not back then, and certainly not now.

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there it is, please let me know what you think. thanks for taking the time for it :)