Who else love Daryl Dixon? Well here is a little love story of Mr. Dixon and Miss. Swan. Well enjoy and please, if you like it tell me, if you hated it tell me.

"Today I successfully killed fifty five Breather eaters. They had me cornered, they were not the most I've taken on all at once. The most I've killed at once was eighty one. The plague came out of know where, and it came fast. Once you are bitten, scratched, or you die you become one of them, one of those things, you become undead. You lose who you are, what you stand for, your memories, like you have no thought process. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, I'm seventeen years old, it's been eight month since the world went to shit. I've traveled from Forks Washington, I'm now passing through Kings County, a small county in the town of Cynthiana, Kentucky, I'm headed to Atlanta, Georgia. I don't know why I'm headed that way, I know that the city has been over run by the dead. All I know is I need to get there." I power down the video camera and board up the last window in a small house on the quiet residential street.

I peek out a small hole in the wood, the sun is about to set and I see a breather eater stumble its way down the deserted street, it looks like it came from the hospital, but it does something weird.

"What the hell…?" I whisper to myself as the thing enters a large house, I can hear a lot of banging coming from the house, making me flinch. The breather eater then stumbles out of the house, it looks like it had been crying, which is very odd, it then sits down and puts its head in its hands. I look up from it when I see another breather eater come from the same direction the one sitting down came from. The one sitting down lifts its head and looks at the one walking. He WAVES at it! I realize the breather eater sitting down isn't a breather eater at all, he's a fucking man. "Shit!" I grab the board I just put up and I yank it off and shove the window up. I look around, making sure the coast is clear, before climbing out the window, I start running as fast as I can as the breather eater gets closer. I grab one of the four machetes from my gun holster, that hangs over my short grey shorts, which hold three guns, six small daggers, eight ninja stars, my four machetes, and four hand grenades. Thats not all I have, the rest is in the house. I'm about half a block away from him, when a small colored boy hits the man on the head with a shovel and a much older colored man shoots the breather eater in the head. I know for a fact that breather eaters from a few miles away heard that shot.

"Daddy, daddy, I got one, I got the sumbitch. I'm gonna smack him dead" He yells as he's about to bring the shovel down on the guys heard again.

"NO!" I yell running to stand over the unconscious man. "Leave him alone." The older man yanks his son behind him.

"Who are you?" The older man asks, pointing his gun at me.

"You best put that gun down mister! I'm not your enemy." I say looking him in the eye. He slowly lowers his gun. "I'll take him to the house I'm staying in." I say attempting to lift the heavy well developed man, so I can carry/drag him into my temporary safe house before the herd of breather eaters so up.

"Can I at least help you get him there? You are very small at least five foot three and this man has to be around six foot to six foot one. Its not possible for you to carry him and get him in the house before the herd gets here." I glare at him as he says I can't do something, even though I know he's right. I weigh around one hundred and five pounds, there is no way I can carry this man.

"Fine, but after he's in the house, I want you to leave." I say through my teeth. He hurries and grabs the man's arm and throws it over his shoulder. "Gentle, he's hurt." We both power walk to the house I point at, as his son keeps up behind us. I slide through the window, and the colored man passes him through, head first as I grab him gently under the armpits. The colored man comes through and we lay the unconscious on my made up bed. I'm very happy I have my weapons in the other room, I don't want this man thinking he can take them from me. I may be small but I know how to handle myself. "Thank you, now please leave."

He nods and slides through the window, I go to close it but he grabs my arm. I pull my smallest dagger out at hold it to his wrist.

"Let go of me NOW!" I demand and he lets me go.

"I just want to know who you are." He explains moving back from me slightly as his son clings to him. I almost felt bad for doing that in front of the kid. Almost.

"You don't need to know that." I glare at him.

"Can I at least know how old you are?" He asks kindly. I let out a big huff.

"I just turned seventeen a couple of weeks ago. Now leave, I can see a couple of the dead coming up the street already. The man looks at me with sympathy.

"But you're just a kid-"

"Just GO! I'm fine! I'm not a kid anymore." He nods slowly, grabs his kids arm and they run, taking out the two breather eaters. I quickly shut and lock the window and boarding it back up with seven nails and putting two black tarps over it like I did all of the other windows. I go around the house making sure everything is secure, after everything is nice and tight I turn on one single lantern on low.

Walking over to the man, I put my hand to his head, making sure he doesn't have a fever.

"Good, he feels normal." I say to myself. I go to cover him and I notice he has a large bandage around his midsection. I huff and walk over to the lantern and pick it up, I head into the next room and grab one of my first aid kits. I walk back over to the man and cut off his bandage and inspected the wound. "It's almost all the way healed." I say to myself. I grab an alcohol pad and wipe the wound clean just to make sure it doesn't get infected. I peel open a large bandage after rubbing some disinfectant cream on it and place it gently on his wound. I grab the gauze and sit on his knees, then I lift him by the shoulders, lean his head onto my shoulder and wrap it tightly around his midsection. As I slowly lower his head to the pillow, my crotch accidentally rubs against his, send odd tingles up my body. I let out a small gasp and quickly lower his head to the pillow and jump off of him.

I turn the light off and walk over to the window and peek out. There are at the very least one hundred breather eaters out there, looking for their next meal. It saddens me to see people like this. They used to be like me, worried about work, money, family, pets, school, boyfriends, girlfriends, friends. I close the tarp back up tightly, and turn my light back on. I roll out my last blanket and sit down on it with my back pack. I never take my belt off, I just have to make sure everything is on safety. I look down at my outfit, a small, tight, light blue/grey tank top that stops just below my belly button, my short grey shorts that stop an inch below my crotch and my black knee high boots. I just put this outfit on this morning, it will be good for three more days, I have to find a river so that I can wash my other clothes. This man is also going to need clothes. (A/N: Bella's outfits are one my profile.)

I unzip my backpack, pull out a bottle of water and five saltine crackers. I watch the man as I slowly eat my crackers and sip on my water, his hand twitches every now and then but he stays asleep. I turn the light off after I finish eating and check the windows once more before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Five hours later

I spring up from my sleep as I hear light taps, my gun automatically points to the window. I stand up slowly and make my way over to the window and peek out, its bright and early. There are no walkers around and standing right outside of my window is the colored man and his son. They were holding mens clothes and a few cans of food. Well the man does need some clothes. I let out a heavy sigh, rolling my eyes, and run my fingers through my soft hair. I shake my head at myself and grab the hammer, I take off two of the boards that cover the window and slide the window up.

"What?" I say putting my hands on my hips.

"We thought the man would need some clothes and some food. We mean no bother." the kid says. I let out a small smile and shake my head.

"Come on in guys, but stay quiet, The man is still sleeping, looks like he needs all the sleep he can get." I say stepping out of the way.

"Thank you, but the two of us best be moving on, there are more walkers here in the last few weeks then there have been before." He says handing me the stuff he brought for the man.

"Oh, well okay then. Um, thank you I guess for the uh clothes and food." we shake hands and he and his son start walking away. "Hey!" they turn around with a questioning look. "My name, my name is Bella." I say smiling. The kid smiles widely at me.

"I'm Duane and this is my dad, Morgan." he says then he runs to the car that they have running the the end of the driveway.

"It was nice meeting you Bella. Good luck out there." He turns and walks to the car as well.

"I'm always careful." I whisper and close window as they drive away.

"Who are you?" I freeze as I hear the man's deep voice. I turn towards him slowly as to not scare him.

"My name is Isabella Swan. And who are you?" I ask, moving closer to him as I stared into his bright blue eyes.

"I'm Rick Grimes. What on earth is going on? There were hundreds of dead bodies at the hospital and the loading dock. That man, he shot a guy in the head and that kid, he, he hit me in the head with a shovel." Rick says, rubbing the front of his. I started laughing, I didn't mean to laugh but I couldn't help it. "What? Whats so funny about that?"

"I'm sorry, I don't me to laugh. It's really not funny. All I have to say is welcome to the apocalypse." He looks at me like I have grown an extra head right in front of him.

"Um come again?" he says and I giggle.

"Welcome to the end of the world Mr. Rick Grimes." I smirk and toss him the clothes.

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