A.N: I am a HUGE fan of the walking and I met Norman Reedus recently (Daryl is my favorite) I got a hug and a kiss...on the cheek Saying I'm crushing even more would be an understatement….I love him :D Anyways I wanted to try writing a Walking Dead Story myself. I hope you will enjoy it and don't forget to review

Disclaimer: I donlt own Walking Dead or its characters. I just own the character I created and the plot of this fanfic.

Love you my sweet readers

Steffy

Chapter 1:

"Tommy how are you feeling buddy?" I asked my brother, pulling the cover tighter around him.

"I am better" he whispered. He was trying to sound much stronger than he was, he was so much like mom that way.

I rested the back of my hand on his forehead and couldn't my sigh of relief. The fever was clearly down even if still present. I cursed at the useless thermometer on the table. I hated to guess estimate when it was my brother health at risk. We only had 5 ibuprofen left and we needed to make them last.

"Is something wrong Ele?"

I forced a smiled, and turned to him. "Of course not! I was just thinking on how uncomfortable I was in this dress" I grimaced goofily, making him giggle.

"I find you pretty."

"Of course you do" I mumbled. It was ironic that I was wearing a dress now when I wouldn't have been caught dead in one before the world went crazy.

The virus had been around for nearly 2 years now and the stores we found along the road were practically empty. I was running desperately low in shirts, and when I found a short pink silky dress in the prom section I didn't have much choice than to take it knowing that, in the worst case scenario, it would be better to wear this dress as a top of my pants than to walk around in my bra. I was now wearing this ridiculous dress over a pair of blue yoga pants.

"You know what? Just take this tablet and try to sleep for a while. I will make sure our clothes are drying properly. I really need to get out of this dress."

"We're safe right?"

I scoffed. "Of course we are! Sleep tight little bug the tyrants won't get us...I am your Alice remember."

He laughed before falling asleep, exhausted.

I closed the door and rested my back to it before sliding down to sit on the floor. I was so weary and pretending that everything was alright was more than exhausting. I didn't know how long we would be able to go on the way we did. How long would I be able to pretend we were fine? We had almost no food left, maybe enough for two days, three if I stretched my share, with only one full tank of gas left and no medication...If Tommy didn't get better by tomorrow, I would need to take him somewhere where we could food and medication.

I reached for my well-worn leather belt and made a couple more holes in it. If I ever were to see a bright side to the zombie apocalypse, it would be the forced diet it made me do. Before everything started I was a size 22 woman. Now? I was not sure, but the size 14 pants I found a couple of months ago were now a good size too big.

I went to the fireplace to put some more paper and a wood log in the fire, before turning our clothes that were drying on the floor.

This hunting cabin had been our solace, we got lost as the major routes were closed and Tommy caught a cold which affected him more than anticipated. We needed a safe place quickly... This cabin was tiny, one main room with a table, two chairs, a sink a cupboard and a fireplace. A small bedroom had a single bed, a bathroom with a bathtub and a toilet but with no running water so we had to use the water pump at the side of the house and warm it on the fireplace with the small pots I found in the kitchen cabinet.

I checked our food bag and realized we were even lower on food that I thought. Tonight we would only have a pouch of dry chicken noodle soup, I checked our water supply which was low.

I opened the bedroom door slightly and was reassured by my brother soft snoring...I tiptoed to the window to make sure the shutters were properly closed, before going outside to get some water.

I took the bucket and placed my bow and arrows on my back in case of Ts being around. I was a decent shot and could take Ts out pretty easily. However I was not fast enough to hunt, but I was training everyday and I was sure that, soon enough, I would be able to give my brother the meat proteins he desperately needed.

Once the bucket was full, I decided to go in the nearby forest to try to find berries for Tommy. All this dry, industrial food wouldn't help him get better I was sure of that. I was walkin for a few minutes, when a soft shuffle in a nearby bush stopped me in my tracks.

I heard the distinctive clack of a snare closing and a small squealing sound.

I looked around... "Hello?" I tried not too loudly in case some Ts were around. I walked carefully to the bush, keeping an eye on my surrounding and found a pretty big hare in the snare. Was this snare simply forgotten by some hunter? Was I really that lucky?

I reached down to open the snare when an arrow flew by my face to connect with the tree trunk behind me. It had flown so close that, when I brought my hand to my cheek, I expected to touch blood.

"I ain't shot ya! Just a warnin'." I heard a deep southern drawl from behind me." Yer can't just go round stealin' catches."

I turned around briskly to see a man with a crossbow pointed right at me. I couldn't see him as half of his face was hidden by the crossbow and the rest was covered with dirt.

I raised my hands slowly in surrender. "Sorry I didn't know it was yours."

"Damn stupid excuse woman," he grumbled keeping his crossbow pointed at me.

Two men came to meet him.

The older of the two let out a weary sigh. "Bring the crossbow down Daryl, don't you see you are terrifying this woman." He pointed at me. "She is just a woman Dixon, not a walker."

"Th' fat bitch wanted t'steal dinner."

"Excuse me? Who are you calling a bitch?" I decided to ignore the 'fat' art because it was not the first and certainly not the last time I would be called that.

"Yessuh! ah don't see t'other bitch hyar."

"I..."

The older man turned toward me. "Excuse his manners, he is just…" He sighed again. "He is just Daryl."

I nodded, looking around wondering how I could escape. Tommy needed me, he would never survive on his own, he was way too puny for this.

The man probably noticed my distress because he stepped in front of Daryl. "I am sorry; we didn't mean to scare you."

I threw a look to Daryl, and I knew for sure that it was HIS intentions. The young Asian man snorted, probably following the same train of thoughts I did.

"Well not all of us." Added the man. "My name is Rick Grimes," he extended his hand tentatively which I shook. "This young man is Glenn" he pointed to the Asian guy who gave me a tentative smile. "And the hot head behind me is Daryl."

I stood there silent, I had seen ferocious strays and really nothing in this man reassured me.

"What's your name?" Asked Rick.

"Elena."

"Are you here all alone?" He added, making me stiffen.

"I need to go now, I have someone waiting on me. A guy" I added stupidly. It was not a lie they just didn't to know that this guy was my 13 years old sick brother.

Rick nodded. "Can we walk you back? I don't like the idea of a woman alone in the woods. Let us walk you home, and then we will go back to our camp."

I was about to refuse, when I looked down and noticed blood dripping from Rick left forearm. It was dripping too fast to be a superficial wound. "You are hurt."

"It's nothing." He replied dismissively.

I shook my head. "The blood loss is too important to be nothing." I extended a shaky hand. My medical skills might have been taking over but I was still terrified. "Please let me see."

Rick pulled his sleeve up before extending his arm to me. It was a pretty deep cut of about two inches and it was too close of the artery for my liking. A septicaemia there would infect his blood alarmingly fast. "Is your camp far?"

Glenn shrugged. "About 3 hours that way" he pointed north.

I looked at Rick, he was hurt and yet he was showing me concern. I could see in his eyes that he was safe to be around. "Please come with me, I just want to take care of this wound, it's bleeding too much and I am worried that your muscles, nerves and tendons will not get enough blood to be properly oxygenated, this might cause lasting damage to your arm mobility."

"Thank you. I have to admit it hurt."

"Th' guy is tough, he don't need yer he'p.. Lets get goin'"

"Just shut up Daryl" Glenn snapped at him.

"Ya shut up chinaman." He looked at me. "Fuckin'pussies this ain't important."

"It's not your arm!" I glared at him before cursing myself for angering an unstable man.

Daryl scowled "Careful." He moved out of the way which I took at a silent way to concede this one.

I shook my head realizing that taking three men I just met to the cabin I was sharing with my baby brother was probably the stupidest idea I had in a while.