AUTHOR'S NOTES:People call them "the problem child with issues" Misunderstood teens trying to find their identities, just trying to fit in. One day they all find themselves in detention, they all make a connection with each other. They maybe misfits to their other peers but they fit together.

Apologies in advance for any spelling and grammatical errors.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Walking Dead or its characters

WARNINGS:This chapter mentions cancer, death and attempted suicide – Please avoid if you think these topics may upset you.

Mentions of drugs, sex, abuse, violence, theft, racism and a sing song in the later chapters

*Thoughts in Italics

Misfits - People Like Us

Chapter 1

Characters: Beth, Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Carol, Michonne, Tyreese, Tara, Eugene

Introduction of Characters – per chapter

Beth Greene - 15 years old

I remember it all as if it was only yesterday but in reality it's been a year now. Mamma and daddy sat me, Maggie and Shawn down one day, they said they had something really important to tell us. We all looked at each other, we were finally going to be told which one of us was right.

Mamma had been visiting the doctor a lot, she was feeling tired and run down and lost her appetite, she had the sweats, she spent a lot of time in the bathroom and sometimes, I could hear her crying. I used to sit outside the door waiting for her to come out so I could give her a hug. I thought maybe she had the flu. I would take care of her like she always takes care of me, Maggie and Shawn. She told me that she was fine and that it was maybe a virus she had caught, it was going around. Mamma wasn't her bouncy self, at rare times she would snap and then apologise and face away from me, she was hiding her face from me, this was out of character but it was ok, we all need to let it out once in a while even mamma, she's only human. I would just wrap my arms around her waist from behind and give her a hug, I'd then walk around her and give her a kiss and she gets that smile that reaches her eyes, she would pull me to her and tell me "always remain you, never change for anyone, your perfect as you are."

Maggie thought maybe mamma was pregnant, I got excited, I really had wanted a baby brother or sister but then Shawn laughed and said mamma just turned 50 and daddy was like nearly 70, most likely mamma was going through the first stages of menopause. We debated and then we went to the only other source we could ask other than daddy … Goggle. A diagnosis from a computer web search engine sounds ridiculous now, but we were desperate to find out what was wrong with her, the doctors were taking their time. Before we turned the computer on, Shawn stepped in front of us with a worrying look on his face, he said we could be making a mistake and that he will talk to daddy and maybe even pop by Dr Subrmanian's office on the way home from college tomorrow. We agreed, Shawn was most likely right but I was still hoping that there was going to be a baby.

Dr Subrmanian was no help, he said the results will be here soon but he had to adhere to doctor patient confidentiality and that he will speak to mamma as soon as he had the results.

Mamma was sick for a very long time, it was a really depressing time, we used to spend our weekends riding our horses and helping Otis around the farm. We'd go shopping and we'd tell each other secrets, dance around the kitchen with the radio on full blast whilst we baked cakes. Daddy on cue would sneak up and watch us. He'd have that spark in his eyes and mamma would skip up to him, it was so funny watching them dance, mamma was younger than daddy and she loved to dance, daddy was daddy he shouldn't dance but he would go all romantic and then pull mamma into his arms, twirl her around and kiss her on the lips. We'd all whistle and mamma would shoo daddy away. Mamma was the life and soul of the family. We will never do these things again, they will now just be memories that we will replay in our minds over and over and that hurts so bad. Daddy says I look like mamma, it must hurt him when he looks at me, so I started to avoid him so he wouldn't have to look at my face and think of mamma and be sad.

Maggie ran over to mamma and flung herself in her arms repeatedly saying "no they got it wrong, they got it wrong, they're lying!"

Shawn had is head in his hands, he was crying, I could see the tears dripping onto the rug and me, I just sat there looking at Shawn, my big brother never cries, that's usually me.

Mamma got cancer when I was 14.

We were all wrong. I don't want a new baby brother or sister, I just want my mamma.

Everything changed, she died and in a way so did I.

People at school just stare at me now, watching and waiting for me to snap, trying to take sneak peeks at my bangle covered wrist. I sometimes wish, I had followed through but my mamma wouldn't want that, she'd want me to live and so I'm trying, for her, daddy, Maggie and Shawn, I'm trying.

I ran out of gym class today, I heard some of the girls talking about me. They told the teacher filling in that it's not right that I should be allowed to wear a wrist band, it was an accessory and that I should have to take it off. The teacher told me to take it off, they were all looking at me, I could see their curiosity and the smirks on the ringleader's faces. I just ran as fast and far as my feet could carry me out on to the running track and collapsed in a ball crying.

Now I'm sitting in detention surrounded by others staring at my note book, all I can hear is the noise of the ticking from the clock. I'm concentrating on the ticking noise that my pencil drops out of my hand, I go to pick it up but then I bump heads with someone. I look up squinting due to the pain and I meet the bluest eyes I've ever seen, a guy in Maggie's year with the same expression on his face and a little laughter comes out, smiles and is now handing my pencil to me.

"Oh My God, Rick Grimes, I'm such an idiot! Idiot! idiot!" I internally scream at myself.

"I'm sorry, you ok?" he asks in that southern voice that makes you sway

I look up and he's smiling at me, I look around making sure it is me he's talking to, nobody else is behind or beside me but him. "Great now he's going to think I'm a weirdo, that's all I need to add to the number of names I've been given! Oh…My…God… he's touching my head?!"

"I'm sorry, you're probably gonna get a bump on your head because of me, completely my fault. We'll have matchin' bumps" he bends his head down to me to show me his developing bump.

He's still leaning next to my chair and holds his hand out to me

"I'm Rick"

I don't know why but I slowly put my hand out to him, our hands touch

"I'm, I'm, Maggie's si…"

"Beth Greene" Rick answers

"Yeah, I'm Beth Greene" I must have looked shocked because he's grinning, it's not a nasty grin, it's actually quite nice and I can't help but grin back at him. Usually everyone refers to me as Maggie's baby sister, she's popular in school, I'm her shy sister but I'm pleasantly surprised Rick Grimes knows my name.

He handed me back my pencil, his fingers touch mine in the handover, I feel butterflies in my stomach. He's just looking at me like he wants to say something. The teacher was making his way round and we both snap back in our seats looking back at our books.

Detention doesn't seem so bad after all.

Next Introduction – Rick Grimes...

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