Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Walking Dead, AMC or any of their affiliates. This is purely for entertainment purposes and is a fan created fiction. This story does not reflect the actual Walking Dead series and doesn't claim to be anything but a fan (me) expressing my appreciation for the characters and the wonder that is The Walking Dead. All OFC's (Original Fictional Characters) are a product of my own imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Daryl was tracking a deer for two miles of uneven rough terrain through the woods. Andrea followed along, complaining most of the way. He wanted to tell her to shut her pie hole. He could do this for hours, days if need be. Why she bitched about it was beyond his comprehension. This was damn better than sitting back at camp mourning their dead or waiting on the walkers. Rick had insisted on the buddy system since Dale died. He didn't understand why the hell they had to keep doing this. It was ridiculous. They could easily die in groups of two. And it burned Daryl's ass that he was paired up with Andrea again. All the babysitting in the world wasn't going to keep them safe. Andrea could do whatever the fuck she wanted. He didn't feel safer around her. In fact he felt more of a threat. Part of Daryl wished they would take her gun again. He put his fingers to his temple remembering the bullet that grazed his skull.

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"I could have shot the son of a bitch back there if you'd let me. I don't think there are any walkers nearby." Andrea had been looking over her shoulder and pointing to the clearing they had just walked through. The deer was out of sight again and the woods were thick. They couldn't see what was up ahead and what dangers awaiting them. Besides she didn't know how they were going to lug that much meat back to camp? She was just about to ask him when she noticed him touching his temple. Andrea rolled her eyes. "Oh for Christ sakes I said I was sorry! It was only a scratch anyway. Are you ever going to get over it?"

"ONLY A SCRATCH? YOU COULD HAVE BLOWN MY FUCKING BRAINS OUT!" Daryl swung the crossbow at her as he spoke. He wasn't trying to hit her; he was only using his hands to emphasize his point.

"Yeah? Well I would have had to shoot you in the ass to do that! AND DON'T POINT THAT THING AT ME OR I WILL SHOOT YOU, AGAIN!"

"I fucking dare you!" Daryl leveled his bow at her head. He didn't have any intention of shooting her. He didn't even have his finger on the trigger.

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An arrow sliced through the air landing in the ground inches from Daryl's foot. Both Andrea and Daryl raised their weapons towards the unknown source. Andrea aimed low. Daryl chose to follow the direction the arrow came from. He raised his bow up into the trees. He almost didn't see her. She blended in well. Daryl knew Andrea hadn't noticed the woman standing on a thick tree branch above them. She had on an Army green colored dress with spaghetti straps, the skirt landing an inch above knee level. The dress was stained but seemed clean. She on the other hand was covered in filth. Her face smudged with dirt and streaks of mud covered her arms and legs. Oddly enough her sandy colored hair was combed and freshly washed. Daryl realized the dirt was camouflage. But why? The dead couldn't see her and he and Andrea hadn't. He thought to himself, "That is why they hadn't." Daryl shook his head, mildly impressed, yet still pissed that she had fired at them.

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He looked at her once again scanning his eyes over her from head to toe. Her bow was the most basics of archery equipment. He almost laughed when he saw it. If it wasn't for the fact that the bolt she uses had a point, the weapon could be considered a toy. He yanked the bolt from the ground, felt like snapping it, but instead screamed at her while clenching his fit tightly around the arrow. "THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

Andrea misunderstood. "What is your problem Dixon? Keep your voice down!"

"Not you, HER!" Daryl nodded his chin upward.

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Andrea ducked while she scanned the trees. She didn't see the woman until she spoke.

"I should have let the two of you kill each other. Got no sense worth a damn! You're following that deer? You leave that one alone she got a kid on the way. We'll put down one of the males and split the meat. Are you listening to me or are you too busy looking up my fucking skirt?" She turned her attention to Andrea. "What's wrong with your boyfriend, sweetheart, he stupid or something?"

Andrea laughed.

"I ain't her boyfriend and I ain't looking up your goddamn skirt! You fire at me again you best take me the fuck out…or else." Daryl pointed the crossbow.

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Andrea was amazed at how quickly the woman was down from the tree. She sat down on the branch, flinging herself over the side, landing almost silently. She moved like a mountain lion quick and lethal. She stood tall, getting in Daryl's face, looking him straight in the eye.

"Or else…what? Wha'cha gonna do? Hit me? Huh?" She yanked her bolt from Daryl's hand with her left hand, poking him in the chest with the finger of her right hand, emphasizing every word.

"I don't hit woman. And what's this we shit? I'll take what I want when I want!" Daryl moved away from her and started to walk further away thinking Andrea was following.

"Fine, good luck dickhead! Hey sweetheart the herd is actually this way if you want to shoot one." She slipped her right foot into a suede moccasin tying it at the ankle repeating the process with her left foot.

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Andrea faced the leggy woman. She squared her hips and shoulders making her stance wide. She held the rifle barrel pointing at the ground. "First off my name is Andrea not sweetheart. And second you call him my boyfriend again, I'll shoot you." Andrea smiled and relaxed her shoulders. She saw the woman smirk a little and then giggle. Andrea liked this woman. She was tough and showed no fear in the face of Daryl Dixon. "You'll really show us where they're at?"

"Yeah, come on. What about him?"

"Dixon!" Andrea started walking with the woman.

"Jesus Christ! Where the fuck you going?"

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Andrea ignored him. She knew that Daryl would be pissed off but he would follow them. He was after all babysitting her. Rick's orders. She did find it almost funny that the only reason she was allowed to come along with Daryl was because Rick thought she needed a babysitter. More like he needed a babysitter after the stunt he pulled with that horse.

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"Are you fucking nuts?" Daryl caught up to them. "You are, but that is beside the point. Just going to trust this… this woman?" Daryl said woman with such distain that both of them shot him a dirty look. "How do you know she isn't leading you into a trap? Into her camp where he group will do God knows what to your stupid ass?"

Andrea ignored him but their new found friend could not. "Because she wouldn't do that… Dick-son…"

"It's Daryl and I don't like your tone." He snarled at her.

They were toe to toe again and Andrea thought it was entertaining as long as they didn't kill each other.

"Well I don't like your attitude. Just so you know she has a name, it's Wynne. And I don't belong to a camp."