Hey guys i really loved writing this fan fiction! i really hope you liked it too, if i can ask would you please leave me comments to let me know what you think of my new original characters and if its any good! thanks! possible crossover with Sons of anarchy happened too!
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It had been almost a year since the world had gone well and truly to shit, it had officially spread over the whole of America and it had infected every state, with the plague penetrating the minds of the dead causing them to rise up once again but only a shell of their former selves, they had become walkers, geeks, creepers whatever you wanted to call them. They were dangerous, scary and changed the whole dynamic of the world, only a year ago Sheri-lee Jackson and Peyton Holt had been more concerned over where they were going to get their next pay check from or which bar they would be drinking in whereas now they were just trying to survive, fighting, looting and moving from place to place.
They both still remember the last day on earth before the walkers took over their town, as if it was yesterday, Sheri-lee and Peyton lived in a small town just outside of Senoia, Georgia, to say it was a backwards town was an understatement and a half. With a population of a one hundred and twelve everyone knew each others business and nothing stayed private. If you were unlucky enough to be born in Darlingsville you sure as hell had to work hard in getting out of that shit hole as no matter what you did it was sure to drag you down. Run down houses littered the town with only one main street consisting of the sheriff's office where Peyton spent most of Sunday through to Monday in the drunk tank, the small bar where everyone in town seemed to go and also where Peyton and Sheri-lee worked and few other small businesses. It had been Monday morning when both woman had realised something was wrong, the previous night they had both been thrown in the drunk tank after pounding a bottle of Jack Daniels and once again starting a fight with Wade Jackson the town pervert. While Sheri-lee had taken position on top of the bar to do her best coyote ugly routine, Wade had stuck his hands right up between Sheri's skirt. Peyton had saw red and thrown herself over the bar breaking the empty Jack bottle across the creeps back, after a brawl had broken out, causing bruised knuckles and a split lip for both woman, they felt hands on the backs of their shirts from the sheriff as they were tossed into the cells for the night to soba up.
"Fuck sake woman can't you just fucking cool it!" the sheriff had said as he locked the cell door shaking his head at Peyton. "I can't keep putting your ass in the drunk tank, one of these days im'a 'ave to put you in front of a Judge and Sheri-lee I thought better of you than to be fighting like tha! What would you 'ma and 'pa be making of this! One of these days you two will thank me, now soba the fuck up and I will see ya in the morning." And with that sheriff Andy left without another word turning the lights off and locking the front door as well.
The women didn't know how right Sheriff Andy had been, the bottle of Jack they had drank earlier had knocked them both out like a light and they were both fast asleep blissfully unaware, walkers had been making their way through the small town killing and eating everyone in their path. Most towns folk were either too fat, too old or too damn drunk to fight back. One hundred and ten dead bodies, some reanimated as walkers and others too eaten to even reanimate. Sheri-lee and Peyton had slept completely through all of this as not one of them had made a noise or had their been any lights in their cell they had avoided the walkers breaking down the locked door and thankfully been spared the terrible fate the rest of the towns folk had faced. Peyton had woken first stretching out yawning sitting up brushing her long platnium blonde hair with her fingers, she picked up the small flat pillow she had grown accustomed too during her many nights in the drunk tank and through it across the cell at the sleeping Sherri hitting her hard in the face.
"What the fuck?! You absolute slut, I was sleeping, oh fuck where are we?"
"Drunk tank, Andy must 've put us in it last night, Jesus Christ my head! What time is it? Where the fuck is Andy?" Peyton asked looking down at her watch, "babe its 1 in the afternoon where is everyone, that prick better not have locked us in and fucked off! Give me your lighter" Peyton pulled out a cigarette from her box and put it into her pouted red lips, lighting it as Sheri moved and sat beside giving Peyton the silver lighter from her jacket pocket and stealing one of Peyton's cigarettes.
"Fuck sake Peyton, menthol!" Sheri exhaled in disgust.
"Don't smoke it then, whore! Right im giving it twenty minutes and then i'm picking that lock and were outta here, "Dumb fuck's probably been caught with the ministers wife again!" And with that they waited, smoking and trying anything to get rid of the awful hangover they were experiencing but still no one came and it was deadly silent.
It had only taken Peyton a few minutes, a hair grip and the small blade she kept in her black cowboy boots to jimmy the lock open. They began walking to the front of the sheriff's office and thats when they got their first view of the destruction of their small town from the dusty window behind sheriff Andy's desk. Blood covered streets, body parts lined the road with broken glass and destruction all over. Sure they had heard what was happening in the big cities like New York and Washington, they had even seen it on the news but Georgia was safe. Right? Wrong. Their worlds had come tumbling down seeing everything they knew destroyed. While Peyton seemed to be at a loss of words Sheri had already formulated a plan, backing away from the window she had begun retrieving her bag from Andy's desk and started throwing any weapons she could find in the backpack and doing the same with Peyton's. Although she didn't believe the epidemic would spread to their small southern town but she had paid attention when watching the news, aim for the head, attracted to sound, sight and smell, guns last resort, don't get bit she had remembered.
"Peyton get your shit together! It's happening we need to get outta here, pull yourself together!" Sheri grabbed her by the shoulders looking at her terrified face pulling her back to reality. Peyton breathed grabbing her best friends hand nodding and picking up the back and pulling out one of the guns from the bag.
"Peyton we need to get out of here and over the road to our house, get what we need, get the car and get us the fuck out of here! I am so glad you remembered to go to the gas station yesterday."
And with that the duo silently picked the lock opening the door and slowly crept out of the sheriff's office and made it across the street and down the back ally to run down to the one story house they both shared, stepping over limbs and debris from when their town was attacked only a few hours ago. The herd of walkers had moved on by now but the girls didn't let their guard down not once. They had reached their house opening the door with guns and knives in hand ready to take down any of those things that might attack. The coast was clear and they locked the door behind them making their way into each of their rooms filling the bags they used for camping trips with what small possessions they had. They had managed to find most of their camping equipment taking their tent, cots, sleeping bag and pillows making a pile of them at the front door. They had filled Peyton's bag with clothes for both of them along with what toiletries they had, Sheri-Lee being difficult had also packed their make up bag as well don't know who we might bump into, not like there's always gonna be walkers! sure as hell didn't pay 50 dollars for a foundation not to use it! She reasoned with herself.
In the second bag Peyton had emptied the contents of their food cupboards of anything that would last them throwing in what water they had left, she eyed the three bottles of liquor in front her, well if Sheri is packing the make up i'm taking the alcohol she thought to herself, as she crammed the final items into her bag. She stood up dusting off the dirt on her tight black jeans that she had obviously accumulated from the previous night the last thing she had to pack was a few sharp kitchen knives they had when Sheri came out the bedroom with the last bag with the biggest smile on her face, "You are gonna love me sweet cheeks!"
"Whys that huh? 'cos unless you got Buffy behind ya back I still think we're still screwed"
"Oh shut up Peyton, we got fucking saved last night! We got a chance here, you dick! Any ways…" she trailed of before pulling out a huge carrier bag and opening it up, "So 'member the dude I was screwing from Senoia?"
"The one who got arrested for shoplifting and armed robbery?"
"Yeah him, well I forgot to tell you he get me the most romantic present ever, 200 boxes of Marlboro's finest cigarettes even have your bitch ass menthols in here too."
Peyton couldn't help but laugh, here they were in what was most likely the end of the world and while other people would be getting excited about finding a gun or more food here these two were packing all those things but getting most excited about from liquor and cigarettes.
"Come on Sheri lets get the truck filled up and then we need to hightail it the fuck outta here! Judging by the destruction outside any more of them walkers come round here this shit hole is just gonna fall down around us."
They carried everything out to Peyton's beat up but reliable truck packing everything onto the back and securing it down, they climbed up into the front took one last look around and seeing movement from the garden next door and the sight of those dead eyes glaring straight for them from a load decaying walker, Peyton slammed her foot down hard on the accelerator and they drove for the very last time out of Darlingsville never to set foot in that shit hole again.
Over time Peyton and Sheri had travelled from place to place learning to never stay in the same place for too long, they had heard there was a safe zone in Atlanta at first but the herd of walkers trails of blood and entrails proved otherwise, they continued along the main roads staying in abandoned houses scavenging any supplies they could find. For a couple of high school drop outs they were resourceful, strong and good fighters. They had managed to stay clear of any other humans and solely kept themselves to themselves as they had seen terrible things and this time it wasn't just the dead it was also the living. When living in abandoned houses got unsafe after one horrifying evening they had decided to head south into the forest and woods, too many times they had been in a house and had to up sticks and run out the house as walkers got inside or sometimes unwanted human guests. They knew the open spaces of camping would give them a better chance of survival as they had more space to get away rather than four flimsy walls. The only way they were gonna go back to staying inside was if they could find something safe.
In the forest they had their small green tent in the middle of the clearing, they had placed string all round their camp with tin cans connected so that if someone approached they would be warned in enough time by the noise of the cans. Peyton had begun cooking some beans for her and Sheri, looking down she sighed catching a glimpse of her nails, broken and covered in dried blood and dirt.
"Y'no what Sheri, I'm sick of looking like shit! Look at me! My hairs not even blonde anymore it's actually grey it's so full of dirt." She huffed as she sat down. Peyton before everything happened had been a striking blonde with long platinum white hair, she wasn't your typical american sweetheart although she did have the blonde hair, tan and curvy figure but She had a mouth like a sewer, smoked like a chimney and could drink most men under the table, but she also had this butter wouldn't melt face with huge doe like green eyes with huge thick eyelashes that could get her away with murder. Sheri was the opposite, whereas Peyton looked all sweetness and light Sheri was smaller with long raven blue black hair, she was an absolute pocket rocket. Although she too could get away with murder, her eyes didn't scream innocence like Peyton they screamed fuck me. She was well loved in their home down by many of the men whereas very few woman could stand her. But she was okay with that she enjoyed male company more and the only female she needed was her best friend Peyton.
"Shut up Peyton you freak, who is gonna see ya? Hmm? Unless ya planning on telling me you got some weird as fuck crush on one of them scabby bastards who cares? Unless your going gay P Holt? Is this all for me huh?" Sheri teased Peyton.
"Watch ya mouth sunshine else I might have to drag your snoring ass outta 'a tent and leave ya to the walkers!"
"Fuck you! You wouldn't…" Sheri and Peyton spun round hearing a branch snap and several swoosh noises and then several thuds hard on the floor. Seeing three dead walkers drop to the floor. Like many times before they stood back to back each other guns in their air with knives strapped to their leg ready to pull out to attack.
"Put the guns down ladies, we ain't gonna hurt you" a male voice with authority called from round the corner behind the big tree in front of Sheri.
"Nah I think i'll be keeping my gun right where it is thank you very much. I'd fuck off if I was you the rest of our group will be back soon and they will be pissed you messed with us." Peyton said as bravely as she could.
"I don't think so miss, we've been watching you for a while now we know its just you two, also theirs more of us anyway so how's about you put down your weapons and we will show ourselves and we can all have a nice little chat"
They girls knew with only two of them and not knowing how many there was surrounding them they had no choice, each of them flicked the safety on their guns and put them back into the back of their jeans.
Another tree branch broke behind them this time and that swoosh noise came back as bow shot out behind the tree in the direction behind the girls, flicking round they saw a huge fat decaying walker lying on the floor with the dark congealed blood pouring out of his head. As quickly as they turned round to see the walker they had already flicked back to see three figures in front of them. Sheri was kicking herself for giving up so quickly because when he had said there was more of them she had stupidly assumed there would be ten but no, three. Three fucking assholes she thought. They could have easily taken them but no, here they were facing the three fucking musketeers. The one doing the talking, they assumed was the leader he was average height of an average build he had an old colt python pointed at the girls, he didn't look deadly he seemed to have these protective welcoming eyes, but then again so did Peyton and she could fuck you up. He had brown slight wavy hair with a thick beard and frown and worry lines that looked like they had only developed since the dead began rising. The man to the left who was pointing a bayonet at Sheri was smaller build then first man and upon second look he wasn't even a man, it was a kid. He had longish hair and was an exact replica as the first man he just didn't carry the look of loss in his frown lines he carried it in his eyes. The Last man stood glaring at Peyton he had these muscly arms that held the large cross bow that was pointed towards the woman, he wore a black leather jacket that looked a lot like the motorcycle kuttes Peyton and Sheri's fathers had worn. He had long shoulder length dirty brown hair and his skin was weathered from the sun but his piercing blue eyes stood out even if they were glaring straight at Peyton.
The man in the middle cleared his throat and told the men to lower their weapons, he looked at the woman stepping forward, "May I?" signalling to ask if they could step foot into their camp.
"Do we have a choice?" Peyton huffed and sat back down on one of the seats they had acquired by the fire taking the beans she had been cooking earlier off the fire. "Im guessing you'll be wanting our food huh?"
The leader shook his head stepping forward as the boy stayed at his side, definitely his son they thought, and the long haired archer followed the rear. Sheri stepped away from them standing behind Peyton looking at the men waiting to find out what they wanted.
"Im Rick, Rick Grimes, and this here is my boy, Carl" he said signalling to boy beside him he then pointed to the archer, "and this is Daryl Dixon" Daryl just grunted and nodded his head.
Did he just fucking grunt? He's like one of them backwards pricks who used to come in the bar and watch Sheri dance and boss me around telling me to get them more whiskey. Peyton thought.
"So Rick Grimes… I'm Sheri-Lee Jackson and this here is Peyton Holt. Now we have our introductions what the fuck do you want?"
Then men just stared at the woman taken back by their attitude, sure they had watched them from afar to make sure they weren't dangerous but they didn't think they were going to get quite such an attitude.
"We have a camp, a safe one, one with walls, fences, gates. We have woman and children their too, running water even small amounts of electricity and fuel. We actually have a community we can see you have skills and we want you to join us."
"No offence buddy but we've heard it all before, do you really think you're the first group of guys trying to get us to join them only to end up being nothing more than rapists thugs and cunts? We ain't going anywhere with you" Sheri said as she gripped hard on the back of Peyton's chair, did they think she was stupid? At least try a new line, moron she thought.
"Look, we come out every few weeks looking for survivors, we were once like you. My dad has led us through some awful times and we've had to fight so hard to protect each other even from the living. Just give us a chance, please. We really do want to help" The young boy Carl said.
"My sons right, we really have been where you are we want to help, just come with us. We wont take your weapons off you and if any point you wanna split you can, we just need to answer three questions."
Peyton looked back at Sheri, could this really be happening had they finally found the safe zone they were trying to find. Peyton trusted them but Sheri wasn't so sure, but she could see from Peyton's face she wanted this so she gave in sighed and looked back at rick, "Go on ask away, but I'm telling you now you definitely ain't getting my gun."
Rick smiled walking closer to the girls, "So first one, how many walkers have you killed."
The girls looked back confused, oh god please tell me he's not one of the fruit loops who thinks they are still real people. But they each answered truthfully, "I dunno, loads? Hundreds I dunno, just know they need put down too dangerous not too." Peyton said as Daryl actually smirked at her, he was surprised, he wasn't sexist but he had just assumed like most of the woman he had met along the way they had killed one or two walkers and assumed they were the ultimate killing machines but they chicks could handle themselves.
"Okay good, Second question how many people have you killed."
This one was easy, they had kept themselves to themselves and when they had run into less than friendly people they always had an escape plan. The world had changed and so had they but not enough for them to be murderers, however.
"Three" Sheri-lee piped up looking ashamed but angry.
"Why" The long haired redneck asked
"Don't matter, personal." Peyton said looking back at Daryl.
"No it really does, thats my third and final question. Why?"
Sheri cleared her throat walking round to now stand by Peyton putting her hand on her shoulder, "It was about a few months after the out break before we started camping out in the woods we were searching a house for supplies and it was dark so we decided to sleep. Well, lets just say we met some pretty unsavoury men two of them had Peyton in one of the rooms while their big horrible leader had me pinned down in living room, the dumb fuck was so fascinated with my tits he didn't even see me ram my knife through the back of his head. I grabbed his gun and went after Peyton shooting the two men in the back of their heads before they could hurt us. But it was too late…" she trailed off pulling Peyton's jacket to the side revealing her bare shoulder with a thick pink scar that ran from her armpit all the way past her collar bone and behind he ear.
"They didn't y'no. Erm rape us, Sheri stopped that. They just left me with this ugly reminder."
Daryl had never noticed it the whole time he had been looking at her, it had been him and Michonne, one of the other members of their camp who had discovered the woman and he had spent days observing them to see what kind of people they were. He had seen them hunt, cook, protect and fight against walkers. He had especially noticed the blonde and he was intrigued by her, they were both cut from the same cloth he was and evidently had lived in vary similar towns but something about her was different and thats why he had gone back to ask Rick to come with him and bring these woman back to camp.
"Okay" Rick said bringing Daryl back into the room from his daydream. "You can say no but if you want to join us, we'd like to offer you as much safety as we can." The woman looked at each other giving each other a slight nod. "Lets get everything packed up then shall we? If you have a car Daryl will walk you to your car and we can meet on the main road and we will take you to our camp. Its about an hour away, we brought gas incase you need a refill." The girls nodded at the men and all five of them began taking down the tents, traps and packing all their supplies back into bags. Rick and Carl had begun to walk off to their car while Peyton, Sheri and Daryl walked for about 10 minutes in the opposite direction before they reached a large dying bush and several overturned tree branches. Daryl raised his eyebrows at the woman and was met with a sigh, "Obviously our camouflage works then." As Sheri moved branches and debris and then the dirty red rust bucket truck began to appear. Sheri and Peyton moved the branches and bush away from the truck while Daryl stood guard. Peyton had huffed that he could have helped and in her mind she was cursing him as she broke yet another nail, but when she turned around 6 walkers lay dead with green arrows sticking out of their heads. Silent fucker! Never even heard him she thought as she cleared the last branch throwing her bags and gear in the back of the truck followed by Sheri. Peyton was just about to climb into the drivers side when she noticed Daryl was already sat in the drivers seat with Sheri sat in the back seat waiting for Peyton to get into the passengers seat. Oh hell no. This is my truck not his.
"What the fuck you think your'e doing ass wipe? My truck! Means I drive, no one else."
"Sorry princess but do you know where we are going? Nah didn't think so. So quit complaining and get in the car before I leave ya ass!"
He was right she didn't know where she was going but she sure as hell didn't want some hick driving her truck. With a pouted lip she stomped off to the passenger side belting up glaring at Daryl who sat with a slight smug grin putting the truck in reverse and driving up to the main road, and then onto their new home.