I'm a gigantic Walking Dead fan, I'm also a big fan of Daryl, Carl, Rick, and Michonne. :P I'll probably focus on these characters a lot, but don't worry everyone will be in this! I plan on starting off with them close to leaving the farm, leading up to them finding the prison, and after that it'll all be from my mind! I have two OC characters I plan on sneaking in here, one which may cozy up to one of my favorites;)) Basically, Daryl/OC. Michonne/Andrea a bit later, also! This will be a very MATURE story, so if you're not into that type of thing I suggest you not read this. I plan on following fairly close to the storyline, but adding my own scenes and changes into this. Enjoy! Oh! I don't own Walking Dead, or anyone in it besides my OC characters! I wish... Ha ha.

Chapter one..
Daryl POV

"...we may lose the light, but we'll be half way home by then." Rick stated, while studying the map of the land. I looked over at the map myself. An hour there, and an hour back he said. Not bad, it'll be some weight off our shoulders knowing this asshole is finally gone.
I spoke my thoughts aloud, "This whole pain in the ass will be a distant memory. Good riddance."

"Carol is putting together some provisions for him. Enough to last a few days." I nodded at Rick. I noticed Shane driving towards our way.

"That thing you did last night..."

"Ain't no reason you should do all the heavy lifting." Rick just nodded his head, his attention turning to Shane drawing closer to us. I turned around watching him come to a stop.

"So, you're good with all of this?" I nodded my head at Rick. I turned to see Shane now approaching us. I knew he was there to talk to Rick, not me. So, I tossed the map back on to the table.

"I'm gonna go take a piss." I told Rick, and walked away before things became awkward. I was never good at those type of situations. I prefer to just be left out of everything. I made my way off the porch, walking towards the lines of trees. No harm in going on a quick hunt close by, see what I can catch. I slung my crossbow over my shoulder, put my small hunting knife in my boot, and walked to the edge of the deep forest. I took a deep breath, then walked straight forward. I enjoyed being out here. It was something that was apart of my old life. Sure, it was full of walkers now. But, I still felt comfort knowing hunting will never change. Just a few more things to kill. Being able to shut off my mind, and lose myself in the tracking was the most relaxed I've been since it happened. I cringed to myself thinking about the start of the outbreak. I decided that was enough of thinking, and found a tree to piss on.

Once finished, I turned and continued on the path I had followed. I moved silently through the forest, keeping my ears out for anything. Hm, no groans, or shuffling. Was a bit too quiet, I thought. That's when I heard it, a large in take of air. As if that person had waited for me to pass, but couldn't hold it in any longer...

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"I know you're there, should just come out at this point. I will find ya."

The man below me announced in my direction. He brought his hand back to his crossbow, pulled it around to him, loaded it, and aimed forward. I took note that he had no idea I was up here. I reasoned with myself internally before sighing, which earned a shocked look for the redneck man below me, and began the process of getting down. I slowly climbed down, got slightly further, till I just jumped down, and landed on my feet into the crunchy leaves on the ground. I stood myself straight, brushed the debris off me, and turned to him with weary eyes. He watched me intently, his face a guarded mask as he took me in. I started to become slightly uncomfortable under his gaze, but I began to study him, as well. Hell, he could look at my like a science project I can do the same! I studied his sleeveless dirty shirt, the dark tan from the sun, medium length hair that was beginning to hit his collar, his strong stance, and mysterious eyes. He still held the crossbow, aimed for my head, so I raised an eyebrow at him, and lifted my arms in the air. He seemed to realize the weapon was even still there, he shook himself, and looked back up to me. I thought he would never finally say something to me.

"What you doing' out here?" I looked around at my surroundings, making show to make it obvious, and then looked back into his eyes. Wow, how blue those eyes were.

"What's it look like? Hunting. Just like you it seems. Girls gotta eat too."

"Right. But, why around here? You understand I gotta be cautious to protect my group." His... did he just say his group? Group? As in group of survivors?! Well, shit. I've been alone since this shit went down, even before..

"There... there is more people? How many? How?" I waited impatiently for an answer, hardly containing myself. He opened his mouth to answer my questions, when I noticed a walker slowly shuffling behind me. I ducked, spun around, and stood back up a knife in my hand, now going through the walker's chin. When I turned back around he nodded in approval at me.

"There's enough of us. Listen, I need to know now. You a threat? I won't hesitate to use you as walker bait in a second if you're up to something' funny." I nodded my head, looking down.

"No, please, trust me. I'm not trouble. In fact, I'm good with a lot. I can help your group. I know the land like the back of my hand, I'm a good hunter, good tracker, I'm stealthy, and skilled. I've been alone for a while. For awhile I believed I was one of the few left, last time I ran into people was a week after the outbreak. They...they weren't good people. When I saw you walking all alone, I had figured you could be just like them, so I hid up in that tree. You're a good tracker, a good hunter I can tell. If you weren't, I doubt you would have even heard me. Most people just walk noisily by, not noticing a thing." I stopped my rambling, and laughed despite the situation, the noise sounding foreign to my own ears. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the handsome redneck smirking to himself. I bet he knew exactly what I meant.

"You seem a'ight to me. I'll take ya back to my group, see what they think."

"I was doing well on my own. But, I do miss human interaction. Just so you know, I refuse to be dead weight, I'll do whatever I'm capable of."

"I hope so, the woman around here don't know nothing 'bout shit 'except laundry." I giggled, and noticed from the corner of my eye the redneck looking at me funny. He seemed to mentally shake himself, his face turning to slight annoyance.

"I'm Grace, by the way."

"Daryl."

"It's really nice to meet you, Daryl."

"Yep," was all he muttered before walking ahead of me and leading me back to his camp. I mentally noted he wasn't much of a talker. Good to know, I need to try my best to not bother these people.

"Well, we're here. Home sweet home." I looked up in front of me, taking it all in. I let in a sharp intake of air, shocked. I didn't imagine this! Out before me laid a beautiful farm, with people! There were people here, walking, talking, breathing! I was speechless. I could not believe I was finally not alone anymore. I looked to Daryl gratefully.

"Thank you, it's so great seeing people again."

"Don't go cryin' on me, or nothin'." The zombie apocalypse and this guy happens to be worried about a woman crying? Oh, how I miss human interaction. I smiled to myself as he lead me to the group to introduce myself.

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