Hello readers and welcome to my new story. Here's the Walking Dead fic I was talking about in other stories, and here's the first chapter. This is going to be a Rick/Beth fic, and we'll have a few Ocs on hear. The first will be introduce on this chapter. I hope you will all like this story. Enjoy.

P.S. I'm going to make a Telltale the Walking Dead fanfic as well. And eventually, I'm going to merge the game and the TV versions together. It has been planned out in my hands for months.

Disclaimer: I do not own AMC The Walking Dead.

S1 Episode 1

"So you're going to see the girl's family now?"

Rick look at his partner and best friend, Shane Walsh, when he heard him speak. He knew he was talking about Carl's babysitter and his girlfriend, Beth. "Yeah. She gonna introduce me and Carl to them at the weekend."

"Iwonder why she didn't introduce you sooner, after months of dating."

"Probably because I'm a thirty two year old man dating an nineteen year old girl."

"Most likely." Shane responded with a chuckle. The two then sat in a comfortable silence, eating their lunch in the police cars.

Rick Grimes and Shane Walsh are police officers, partners, and best friends. They joined the police when they were in their twenties and been best friends since high school. The two are different in personality, Rick being calm and thinks things through while Shane is a hot head and goes with his feelings, but even with their different personalities, they are like brothers to each other.

Recently, Rick has been dating a girl named Beth Greene. A blonde farmer girl with blue eyes. It started when Rick needed a nanny for his son, Carl, for when he's at work and when his ex-wife, Lori, is unavailable. She was living at her aunt's farm while going to a local college, and also looking for a job.

Rick needed a nanny for Carl whenever he's at work, so when Beth found out about the job, she took it. A few weeks later, the two started dating.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Shane spoke. "Did you have another confrontation? With Lori?" Rick sighed at the question. He divorced Lori a year after he meet Beth and two years now. They divorced because they argued (Well, Lori yells at him while Rick takes) so much that it was far from healthy, and after a while, Rick knew that they couldn't continue their marriage, even if he tried so hard to be reasonable with her. They agreed for them for Rick to be the main caretaker for Carl while she has him on weekends, but recently, they've been arguing about Beth.

"She still doesn't accept the fact that I'm dating Beth." Rick told him. "I try to be reasonable, but every time I do, she just gets more angry. She thinks that it will affect Carl in a bad way, even though he loves Beth's company."

Rick bit his lip, remembering what she said yesterday. "She said….she said she wonders if I even care about Carl anymore. She said that, yesterday, in front of our kid. When I was about to pick him up from school. Imagine that in your mind while you are sleeping in your bed."

Shane was silent. He didn't really know what to say about that, what advice to give his friend. Before either of the two could speak, they heard the radio calling about a police chase of two suspects nearby. The two of them quickly put up their lunch, with Shane throwing it in the trash as Rick drives.

The police chase ended with Rick getting a bullet in the chest.

-TWD-

It's been months since Rick got shot on duty. Months since the apocalypse started. Months since Shane failed to get Rick out of the hospital and started protecting Lori, Carl, and Beth.

And in all those months, Rick in comatose state. Only after two months when the apocalypse started, did Rick wake up.

Rick sat on the stairs that lead to Lori's house, confused, scared, and worried. When he woke up, the hospital looked abandoned. Outside, there were several dead bodies and an abandoned military post beside the building. And the thing that shocked him the most was a woman, with half her body gone, was moving and made some kind of weak rasping sound.

What happened while he was in the hospital? Why were there dead bodies outside of the building? Where did everybody go? Where did Carl and Beth go?

After he got out of the hospital, he went to Lori's house to see if she and Carl were there. He didn't find anybody there, but he knew they are alive. The missing scrapbooks and photos were the indication that they were alive, at least when they left the house. He hasn't went to Lacey Greene's farm yet, where Beth was staying at, so he doesn't know if she was dead or alive. He hopes she's alive somewhere. Out of everyone, he cared about her and Carl the most.

Rick got out of his thoughts when he saw someone walking on the streets. A person. An actual live person. Thank god, maybe he can get some answers on what happening.

He wave over to the man, to get his attention, causing the guy to walk over to him in a slightly faster pace. He wonders if this was the first time the guy saw someone as well, only for that thought process to stop when he heard a snap from behind him. He turn around to where the sound originated from...

Only to be met with a shovel in the face.

-TWD-

Rick slowly woke up from his unconscious state to see that he was inside a house. He turned to see the same boy he saw, an african american kid with short black hair, holding a baseball bat. Duane, he recalled, remembering someone saying his name. Beside him is another with short shaven blond hair and light blue eyes.

He felt a bit disheartened that neither of them was Carl, but pushed that feeling away when he heard someone speak from beside him.

"I changed your bandage while you were asleep." a deep male voice said. He turn his head to see the african american man he saw shoot the other guy. That made Rick tense a little, making notice that his feet and wrists are tied to the bed. If he was panicking, he hid it well. "What was the wound?" the man asked again.

Rick wondered why he's asking that, but answered. "Gunshot."

The man looked at him questioningly before speaking. "Anything else, other than a gunshot?"

"Gunshot ain't enough for you?" Rick said with a bit of aggression. His response was a knife pressed on his left cheek, making him tense. It was the blonde haired boy that did it.

"Look, I ask and you answer."

"It's only common courtesy right?" the boy finished sarcastically for the adult before taking the knife away from Rick's cheek. "He's asking if you got bit."

"Bit?" Rick asked in confusion. He would've question himself if he was in some strange coma dream, but he already checked.

"Yeah bit. Or scratched. Either of those?" the man asked. Rick replied by saying it was just a gunshot, as far as he knows.

He saw the guy feel his head to presumably check his temperature before retracting it. "You're not burning up. Fever would've killed you by now."

"I don't think I have one."

"Yeah, it would've been hard to miss." the man stated before pulling out his own knife. He threatened to kill Rick if he tried anything before cutting off the rope.

Rick hoped he would get some answers soon. Cause he's getting more and more confused.

-TWD-

Okay, now Rick knows what's happening now. And a part of him wished he didn't.

While he was in a coma, people was getting sick. News of cannibalism were on TV and newspaper until things started shutting down. The man, Morgan, called the things outside walkers, as in the walking dead.

If you get bit or scratched by one of them, you end up sick and then become like one of them. Morgan saw it happen, along with the two boys, Duane and Alex.

Speaking of the latter, he turned to the blonde haired boy, who is sitting on one of the couches while he, Morgan, and Duane are on beds. He wondered where the boy's parents is at cause it doesn't look like he is related to Morgan and Duane.

"I'm guessing you're wondering if I'm related to them or where my parents is at?" Alex suddenly said, startling the sheriff a little. Briefly seeing the startled look, he smirked. "I saw you glancing at me from time to time and doesn't take a genius to know why."

Hearing that, Rick spoke. "I'm actually wondering the latter. I can tell you're not related to Morgan and Duane, so where are your parents?"

The smirk disappeared from the boy's lip, being replaced with a scowl while Morgan and Duane gave him sympathetic looks. Now Rick is really curious.

"The man who helped bring me into the world abandoned me." Alex spat in anger. "I know that we hate each other a lot, so I'm not surprised. But because of that, he has free reign to do whatever he wants to my mom and sister."

Rick was a bit shocked at hearing that, but the shock quickly went away. Ge is no stranger to abuse of a wife, child, or maybe husband. Being a cop shows what horrible things people will do.

Alex, in the desire to change the subject, said, "Duane and I have a bet about how you got that gunshot wound. He thinks that you're a bank robber while I have a good feeling that you're in the law enforcement." Rick chuckled a bit at that while Duane looked at him for the answer. Morgan also look amused at how the kids are acting.

"Looks like you won that bet Alex." Rick said, still grinning. "Sheriff deputy."

Alex grin in victory. "Hah! Pay up Duane!" the boy grumbled before giving him a candy bar. Before anything else could be said, a car alarm suddenly hit everyone ears, causing them all to jump.

All playfulness was lost, with going to the window, Alex having a knife in hand. They all looked to see several walkers walking around the neighborhood. "Who do you think turned on that alarm?"

"Probably a walker that stumbled on the car." Morgan answered. "Should turn off after a few minutes."

Rick got a closer look at the walkers. A part of him didn't want to believe these people are dead. But seeing the lifeless eyes of those things erase any doubts in his mind.

-TWD-

After the night was over, Rick did several things to prepare himself to find Carl and Beth.

First thing was Morgan teaching him how to kill walkers. Then after going in Lori's house one more time, to show why he think she and Carl are alive, he brought Morgan and kids to the police station to get several guns. Plus get a hot shower, something they all enjoyed.

After that, he and Morgan went their separate ways while Alex joined. Rick wanted to go check the farm first to see if Beth and/or Lacey is still there. Then, go to Atlanta. Morgan will join him later, after he finished teaching his son how to shoot, while Alex decided to join Rick, to find his sister and mom.

Right now, they are at the farm, with both of them having a gun in hand. Rick was a bit surprised to see him have a gun, but after seeing him shoot when he took down a few walkers at the farm, he he decided not to make a fuss about it.

"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" Rick asked as they walked to the house.

"Trial and error mostly." Alex answered. "I found this gun at my house after I was left behind. Been using that to defend myself, along with the knife. The desire to helps learn a lot faster."

Rick snorted at that as he slowly open the door. "Beth? Lacey? Are you two in here?" He called out.

Alex shushed him, looking outside. "Don't call out so loudly. Noise attracts these things, remember?" Rick felt a bit embarrassed at being scolded by a kid, but nodded.

"Anyone in here?" Rick called out again, but quieter. After looking in the kitchen and living room, he went upstairs to check if they are their rooms. He first check Beth's room to no one in there. He then check Lacey's room, but this time, the room wasn't empty.

Standing in the room is a female walker, the sign that she was bitten was a bite mark on the forearm. Lacey Greene.

Rick's heart clench at the site as the undead Lacey saw him and snarled. "I'm sorry." Rick told her as she limp towards him. He shot her in the head before she could grab him.

He met Lacey a few weeks after he started dating Beth. She was a kind woman, if a little mischievous.

He heard footsteps behind and turn around to see Alex behind him. "I heard the gunshot." he said before looking at the corpse on the ground. "Is that..."

"That was her aunt." Rick answered. He hasn't seen Beth in the house, so hopefully, she might be alive somewhere. Maybe with Lori and Carl. "I'm going back to the car, to see if I can contact somebody."

Alex nodded. "I'll go raid this place for supplies. Doesn't look like anybody raided this place yet." With that, the two separated a bit. One searching for supplies while the other will try to contact someone on the radio.

-TWD-

Beth knew it was wrong. She knew her fantasies were wrong, that suicide was was a sin, but she can't help but keep thinking about it.

Whenever she was alone, when she isn't doing any chores or taking care of Carl, she thinks about the time she was in Rick's hospital room during the beginning of the outbreak.

She imagine instead of Shane barging in the room, she was alone with Rick on the hospital bed and a knife in her hand. She imagine herself slicing both her wrist and then crawling onto the bed with Rick. She imagine putting his arm around her shoulders and drifting off, dying in Rick's arms. That would've been the perfect, dying with the one she loves rather than be torn apart by a walker.

But that choice was taken away from her. When the military went in the hospital, Shane went in to get her and Rick. As he try to get him off the bed, something caused the building to shake and for the electricity to come off. It also caused Rick's heart to stop, according to Shane.

She refused to leave Rick's side, so Shane had to drag her out of the room. She still wish that the choice would be given to her, but she know that's not possible.

She can try to kill herself now, but what if Carl bump into her, dead? Or Sophia? Or Amy? These people have seen enough death already. So all she can do now is stare at the knife that was given to her longingly whenever she was alone.

Right now, she is watching a group of kids: Carl, Sophia, Louis, and Eliza. While the last two have not a family, Carl and Sophia both have lost somebody.

Carl often come to her for comfort whenever he dreams or thinks about Rick. They both lost the same person, so they take comfort from each other. Sophia, meanwhile, lost one of her family members or a friend.

When Beth first met her and her parents, it was still the beginning of all this. She saw both her and her mother, Carol Peletier, having red rimmed eyes, indicating that they lost someone. It didn't take much to know that both of them has lost someone close to them. Her father, however, didn't seem sad at all. More like relieved.

She was helping them do their homework when she heard static in the radio. Then she heard someone speaking in it, as well as everyone else. She saw her new friend, Amy, as well as Dale, Lori, Shane and others go to it. She and the kids also went to the radio.

As Amy try to contact that person, Beth thought to herself that voice sounds familiar. It sounds like Rick.

-TWD-

"Hello? Can anybody hear my voice?" Rick asked for the third time. "This is sheriff Rick Grimes calling on emergency radio, can anybody hear me?"

He waited for a couple of seconds before sighing and putting up the radio. He knew there was a small chance of someone answering, but had hoped someone would.

He thought about the undead Lacey. He wonder if he will see anyone else in his life as a walking corpse. His heart clench at the thought of Carl and Beth being one of those things.

He shook his head from those thoughts. He's going to see them both, alive and well. He should probably go find Alex, see if he found any gas.

"Rick." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He turn see not only a grinning Alex, but a horse beside him, making Rick's eyebrows go up in surprise. "Found this guy at the side of the house." Alex said. "Figure we can ride him instead of the car. We don't need to scavenge for gas after every few hours."

Rick chuckled, walking towards the boy and the horse. "I agree with that plan." He smile as he petted the horse. He recognize the one that Beth and Lacey always ride whenever they had free time. "Hey girl, good to see you again." With that, Rick helped Alex up top on the horse and then got on from behind them.

Alex grin at his spot. "This is going to be fun. I've always wanted to ride a horse." Rick smile at the enthusiasm the boy is showing. For the short time Rick knew Alex, he always seem more mature than other kids. He's glad that he can still act like a kid.

"Let just start slow." Rick told him and the horse. "I haven't road this girl for months." Alex roll his eyes at that, though Rick can't see it.

"Whatever floats your boat old man."

"Hey, I'm not that old."

"Yeah, tell that to those gray stubbles you have there."

Rick and Alex continue their friendly banter with each other as the horse started moving. The banter stopped when the horse started faster, startling the two of them. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy girl! Easy!" Rick exclaimed while Alex laugh in cheerfulness. Thus restarted the journey to Atlanta.

-TWD-

Empty. Deserted. A faint smell of death. Just like every other town or neighborhood Alex went through.

He and Rick finally got to Atlanta, but it wasn't what they expected. There no refugee center, no people here, no military, no CDC. Atlanta is just another abandoned city, with a couple of walkers at the road.

"Be sure to keep on watch for any herds." Alex said to Rick as their horse walks around the town. "Big cities like these usually have a lot of walkers, if they didn't get attracted to something." He felt Rick nod from behind him.

If he was honest to himself, he kinda expected Atlanta to be empty. No place can be safe with the walkers around the world. A refugee center right now is just a pipe dream people try to hold on to. Still, a part of him hope that there was one here, hoping that he could find his mother and his dear twin sister here, safe and sound. Not to mention his asshole of a dad ripped apart along with the way, that would've been a bonus.

Alex shook his head, filling himself with determination. He will find them again. And if that drunk is still alive, he will give him a hard punch in the face.

After a couple of minutes of traveling around, Alex spoke up. "We should probably warn Morgan and Duane that Atlanta is empty." Before Rick could say anything, the two of them hard something from above.

"Is that a helicopter?" Rick asked, voicing out Alex question. The two of them look up in the air, trying to locate the vehicle, before they spot it on the reflection of a tall glass boy.

"We need to try and gain it attention." Rick said, getting the horse to gallop to the helicopter. Alex knew what he was thinking. If they could flag the helicopter, maybe someone up there can take them to a refugee center. But they can't have the horse galloping around the city.

"Wait, Rick, slow the horse down before we run into a-" Before he could finish his sentence, the two of them and the horse ran into exactly what Alex fear would happen. A herd of walkers.

"Shit!" Alex exclaimed as the horse turned around to get away from the herd. Unfortunately, they were blocked by a smaller group of walkers. "Oh fuck me!"

The horsed panic, trying to find a way out of the herd of walkers that gather around them. Unfortunately, the herd of walkers started pushing the horse onto the ground, causing Rick and Alex to fall on the road. No walkers got to them yet, most of them focusing on the horse.

The two of them try to crawl away, but another group cut them up. They both decided to go into the tank to avoid getting eaten alive, with the walkers following them. They kept crawling to the other side until more walkers block that path. "Oh, give me a break you walking corpses!"

Rick pulled out his pistol while Alex pull out of his own pistols. "I take one side, you take the other." Alex nodded in agreement before the two started killing as many as possible. After a couple of shots, they both saw there's no point of trying to shoot them down.

Alex said 'Well, at least I went down fighting.' while Rick said 'Sorry Beth. Carl.', as the two of them point the gun at their heads. But before the two of them could shoot themselves in the head, they saw an opening under the tank. Without hesitation, the two of them went inside, Alex going first while Rick went second. Rick closed the hatch quickly before the both of them crawl away from the hatch.

Alex breath heavily, a bit freaked out from what happened. That was closer to death than ever got close to. "Well…." Alex breathed out, still feeling the adrenaline. "That was exciting."

Rick chuckled from his side. "I think it was more frightening than exciting." Alex snorted.

"The whole apocalypse is frightening. This added some excitement." Alex retorted, causing Rick to snort. He saw Rick grab a gun from a dead military man from beside him. Correction, undead man, Alex discovered when he saw it open it eyes and growl. He saw Rick point his gun at it and said a quick "Oh shit" before the shot got both of their ears ringing.

"Gah, you bastard!" Alex exclaimed, holding his ears in pain. He look around the tank with bleary vision before he and Rick saw an opened hatch from top. Rick quickly got up to the tank and close the hatch before any walkers could hear. During that, the ringing in Alex's ear finally died down. "Next time, warn me will you?"

"Noted." Rick said, looking around the tank. "Any ideas how to get out of this? You're the one with more experience in the apocalypse."

Alex snort. "Being stuck a tank with a herd of walkers trying to get in is something new for me." If only he knew how to work this tank, then maybe they can run them over. But unfortunately, he isn't born in the military and Rick's a cop, not a soldier like that poor fucker beside the man. "Unfortunately, I can only think of three options. Get out there and be ripped apart by those things, stay here and die of starvation or dehydration, or use that gun to put us out of our misery."

Rick look conflicted, trying to think of way to get out of here. Alex can't blame him. He want to get out of here, with all of his limbs attach, to continue the search for his own family, but he can't think of any way of getting out of this. The only way out of a painful death is with a bullet to the head or in the mouth.

The two just sat in the tank, contemplating on what to do, when they suddenly heard the crackle of a radio. The both of them look at the other side of the tank, to see the radio that was making that sound. "Hey. Hey dumbasses. Are the both of you cozy in there?" The cop and the kid stared at the radio, both thinking the same thing.

There are people. Alive people.

And that's the end. I hope you guys like this story, as well as the oc Alex. The character gonna have some influence in the story, but he's not gonna be a Gary Stu, don't worry. He will have his flaws. I also got help from Pretty Racing for this chapter, so I think I did pretty well hear. Review your thoughts, favorite, and follow, and I will see you guys later.

P.S. If you want more information about Alex, tell me on the reviews. If enough people wants it, I'll tell you the information in the next chapter.