Hello there, this is Nukii! This is my first fan fiction story! I hope at least some of you like it, It's a Daryl x OC but it WILL CHANGE into a Daryl x Carol. I love their couple and I came up with this story. :) please review if you want more. If this story can continue I will make individual POVS but for now theirs no direct one. I own nothing of The Walking Dead, so don't sue me. Everything is Robert kirkman's c: And the song mentioned is Nothing but the water by Grace Potter. Only OC is mine. Enjoy!

No Pov.

~Chapter 1. Pink.

Rick moved into action. His legs burning with anticipation. Glenn and Daryl right on his heels. Maggie, Hershel, and the others took defensive positions behind them. Beth, kept close to Carl who was at the rear of the group making sure that no one stayed behind.

Moaning and the horrible stench of the walkers invaded Ricks peaceful and somewhat relaxed thoughts. At the sight of his reaction, Daryl quickly raced to his side and crouched. Rick looked at everyone else and made multiple hand signs that they all came to understand. As they all took to their defensive positions. Rick concentrated on the sound that the dead made and looked over the cars that were all in a random order on the road. To Rick's disappointment the whole area they were trying to get into was crowded with the dead. Daryl, right on his heels voiced what was on Rick's mind, "Ain't gonna be easy getting that fuel."

Rick sighed and placed his hand on his face trying to think of a way to get past the horde of walkers who were in the way of them reaching what they needed. "We need a distraction. We have to get them somewhere else." Rick finally said. Daryl nodded. He knew that was a suicide mission with the amount of walkers. Just as he was about to spring into action, they both heard a soft voice start to sing. Daryl turned at the sound believing it was Beth, the little blonde girl with the unique voice. But Beth looked back at Rick and Daryl holding her gun with a face of confusion. Glenn pointed past Rick and Daryl's field of vision.

Immediately they realized that there was a young woman on the roof of the gas station singing. She was singing as if nothing in the world was wrong. As if no one at all was watching her. The group watched as all the walkers turned towards her. However, she continued singing as she made her way from the roof of the gas station to the roof of a car. Singing, she began to dance, making the car she was standing on make more of a ruckus than what was necessary. Rick and the group watched in awe as this strange woman led the dead from the gas station to the empty road. After a few moments past they could no longer hear the woman's voice, Rick signaled the others to hurry and get their supplies as fast as they could. Daryl jumped out of the small hiding area they were in to see where the crazy lady was going. He stood on top of the car she was on and to his surprise the horde of walkers were continuing their slow stride into the open road.

"I have seen what man can do,"

Daryl heard.

"Out in the ocean we'll start anew."

Whipping around, automatically raising his bow, he was pointing directly between two dark chocolate dipped eyes. Keeping his guard, Daryl quickly jumped off the car and got closer to the woman,

"Wanna tell me who ya are?"

The dark eyed woman's face looked like a carved marble statue. Emotionless. She stared at him with her strikingly beautiful eyes. Daryl held onto his crossbow closer trying not to lose focus of what he had asked. She began to play with her long dark hair. Daryl noticed her slender hands. They looked smaller than Carol's. After a while of the woman staring at him, she breathed in and answered his question.

"Pink."

Daryl still holding his bow, became confused.

"Like the color?" he asked

"Like the singer." she replied

At this point Rick had come up next to Daryl, who relaxed now that the former sheriff was there.

"Young ma'am, you led those walkers away?" Rick asked.

Pink still staring at Daryl flicked her eyes towards Rick before looking at the former sheriff in the eye.

"Yup."

Rick and Daryl exchanged a look of confusion.

"Name's Pink." Daryl huffed out lowering his bow, assuming the woman wasn't going to do anything unpredictable.

"Well I don't know why you did it but thank you." Rick said pulling out a small bottle of water and handing it to Pink.

"It's not much but please take the water."

Pink's marble stone face softened ad she looked at Rick with the biggest eyes of happiness, almost childlike. Daryl could've sworn she showed a small smile. Cute. Daryl thought, then he caught himself. Red threatened to creep onto his face. She opened the bottle and sipped.

"I saw you coming from the roof. I know people only come here to get gas so I thought maybe if I could help you, you'd leave without having to lose anyone." Pink said while sipping on the water Rick had given her.

Daryl and Rick exchanged another look. "You're alone then?"

Pink breathed in deeply.

"If you find what you need, I hope you get home safety. If you need anything else I'm on the roof."

With that she left the pair and made her way up to the roof of the gas station. Daryl looked at her and became curious. Rick sighed and went back to help the group find what they needed. Daryl was about to join them when he noticed that Pink was sitting alone on her roof talking to what seemed like herself. She laughed and began to write something in a book. Daryl looked around the gas station and noticed that the cars they were hiding behind were in a maze like manner. What's with the cars here? Looks like a damn maze. She couldn't have done it by herself.

Daryl kept note in his mind to come back and spy on the woman the next time he went on a run. Just to make sure she wouldn't randomly bust out with people and shoot down his fam-er, his group.

Rick noticed his deep look of thoughts and patted Daryl who jumped at the touch. "You okay?" he asked

Daryl huffed out a breath and nodded. "Just thinking 'bout the girl." he admitted. Rick nodded,

"We can't do much about her, she did help us."

Daryl nodded "Yeh, but why."

Rick looked at Pink from his and Daryl's position. "Does it matter?"

Daryl eyed the former sheriff. "Guess not."

Maggie and Glenn strolled over and with wide smiles showed Daryl and Rick their new set of weapons. "Look we found a bunch of these beauties in the store, looked like whoever owned them just left them there to be found." Glenn beamed. Daryl was surprised, there in their arms Glenn and Maggie were carrying about 10 guns and plenty of ammo. Rick smiled at them and pointed to the dark haired woman on the roof.

"That there is Pink, she's probably the owner, best we leave-" Rick was cut off quickly.

"Take them, I don't need none of that." Pink said sitting on the edge of the roof swinging her legs gracefully.

Daryl began to pace back and forth, something wasn't right with that girl.

"You sure?" Hershel asked coming up behind Rick who was still a little taken aback. Pink nodded. "I don't need the memories anymore."

Carl who had stuck close to his dad the entire time had heard the whole conversation, "You lost someone?"

Pink looked down at the young boy and hesitated before smiling a small smile, "Haven't we all?" she asked. Carl simply took the answer as a shut up indication.

Beth shyly hid behind her father and with a soft voice asked what was on everyone's mind, "Where's the rest of your group?"

Daryl stopped his pacing waiting for the answer that would either put his mind at ease or make it panic.

Pink stopped swinging her legs and as if the answer was obvious answered in a cocky tone, "You saw them off sugar cakes."

It hit the group like a punch to the gut. Rick stammered on his next choice of words, "That herd of walkers was your g-group?" That herd was about 40 walkers. He thought.

Pink began to swing her well-toned legs once again, "Yup, we were a small community here. Lasted for a while, 'til everyone died of food poisoning."

Daryl wasn't feeling any better. This woman was crazy or at least seemed to have no remorse for her past people.

"If they all got food poisoning, how did you survive? You're very lucky." Carol asked walking over to stand next to Daryl. Apparently Pink gave her the creeps as well.

"Lucky? When was seeing everyone you ever loved die a lucky thing?" Pink replied. A little anger in her tone. Rick noticed and seemed to feel that the girl was simply holding all that pain inside.

"How could you stay alive?" Maggie asked in shock. Pink quickly jumped down from the roof onto a truck that lead the way up. Daryl couldn't stop himself from seeing the woman's neon blue bra that became visible from the wind that picked her shirt up.

"I guess, I just couldn't opt out."

Rick nodded and walked a little closer to the woman. "I know you must still be suffering a huge loss, and you seem to be alone out here, if you'd like we'll leave you be. But, if you want, we have a safe place where you could stay for a while. You can stay as long as you need."

Pink raised a perfect eyebrow. "Ya'll do that for me? But you don't know me."

Rick nodded, "Yes, but is there really much time nowadays to get to know people?"

The dark haired woman's stone face seemed to soften at Rick's statement.

"Count me in."

Rick smiled and sighed in relief, "Just as long as you answer three questions."

Pink looked at the man standing before her. Her face returning to emotionless painting it was. "I've nothing left, I can't give you anything if that's what you want."

Rick shook his head "Nothing like that."

Pink shrugged, "Then ask away."

Rick leaned against the car behind him.

"How many walkers have you killed?" he asked.

"Too many to count." Pink answered

"How many people have you killed?" Daryl asked secondly.

"2."

"Why?" Hershel asked lastly.

Without breaking her eye contact with Rick she swallowed hard and answered in a clear voice,

"Because they weren't my children anymore."

The silence that hung in the air after her answer was tense. Everyone felt as if they were going to choke. Unable to form words the silence was interrupted by the sound of moaning. Everyone sprang from their trance and saw that a small group of walkers had made their way back from the herd that Pink led away before.

Rick noticed they were too much for the group to handle with all the supplies they had collected. Just as he was going to signal a retreat, Pink grabbed two bows that Daryl had hanging loosely in his hand and sprinted towards the dead.

Like a ninja, Pink pulled out a rope and tied the ends of the two arrows together, she rammed the first arrow into the first walker and quickly made her way past the others pulling the walker behind her. After what felt like a minute too long, the random directions she ran came to an end as she rammed the last arrow into the head of the last walker and made her way out. Quickly returning to the others who stood stunned as they watched the group of walkers become entangled in the rope she had tied them with.

However the dead group crashed a car's window that suddenly set off a loud piercing alarm. Everyone became highly anxious as they saw that walkers not very far were turning their direction. Springing into action everyone shoved all their supplies into any backpack or pocket they had.

"Let's go!" Rick ordered seeing that the rest of the herd that Pink led away were returning. Daryl cursed under his breath as he realized he couldn't retrieve the two arrows lodged in the walkers Pink had taken down.

Pink looked at him and quickly answered to his small fuss,

"Sorry sugar lips, I promise I'll ask next time."

Daryl looked at her and nodded. Her face expressing a face Daryl was all too familiar with, Pain.

As the group ran wildly through the forest, Daryl heard footsteps catch up to him. Thinking it was Rick, he didn't notice the walker that sprung out about to tear into his left arm. Once he realized the damned creature he felt something warm tackle him to the ground making the lunging walker trip over his body.

On the ground Daryl felt the aching pain of twigs stabbing into his skin, trying to get up he felt someone grab his vest and haul him up pushing him to continue running.

He turned and realized it was Pink who had pushed him from danger. It also looked like she suffered a blow to her leg. Limping she pushed him again forcing him to continue running. While he continued he realized he didn't feel the familiar weight on his shoulder. His crossbow! Coming to a halt he turned quickly he saw Pink running behind him with Beth, who was helping the limping girl. In her hands she was holding Daryl's crossbow tightly. Rick who noticed Daryl slow down saw what his wingman was looking at. Quickly he ran back towards the two women. Without effort Rick picked up Pink bridal style and swung Daryl his crossbow. Catching it Daryl had only one thought in his mind. Why did she save me?

After they finally reached their cars Rick placed Pink in the passenger seat carefully. Hershel didn't hesitate to sit next to her to see just how badly she hurt her leg. Daryl jumped into the driver's seat and turned to see if everything was in place when he noticed the long arrow lodged directly in Pink's thigh.

He looked at her face in horror realizing that saving him, she got hurt.

"Guess I should've asked first huh sugar lips?"

She said smiling for the first time since their encounter just the past hour. Daryl turned horrified at her wound. Rick patted him to step on the gas. In seconds, they sped off into the chilly highway.

It came to my attention that some of you who are reading this story believed, it was a straight forward Daryl/Carol story. I promise you that they are the pairing I will be focusing heavily on, but in order to get there I have to have a "Obstacle" or a problem in the way so that they can over come it together. That is why I created my OC and in terms of Daryl/OC is meant to make it problem for Carol that she will overcome. I'm sorry if I sounded misleading in my summary, therefore I changed it and I will respect my reader's thoughts. Also there will be some Rick/Michone but nothing too complicated on them. Please enjoy until I update the next chapter! :)