After seeing several posts on tumblr, I decided to try my hand at this pairing. Bear in mind I've only watched three episodes of Fear the Walking Dead while I was writing this so I've tried to make it as close to Alicia's character as I can with what I know now. Leave me a comment or something if you enjoy it :)

That dreadful shuffling of feet, the twisted snarls and growls sounded all around her. Her mind fogged any thoughts of escape, the pain lingering at the back of her head halting any attempts to escape. This was how Alicia Clark was to die then. Lying on the road, alone, without even putting up a fight. The last thing she remembered was her family disappearing behind the crowd of zombies, cutting her off from them.

Her survival instincts screamed at her to move, to at least try to get away. The message finally tore through, and she feebly clawed at the ground beneath her. She wasn't going down without a fight. No way.

"Get up!" she heard the inner voices yell, though they were surprisingly loud. "Come on, you idiot!" Something grabbed her arm.

Still dazed from the bash on her head, her eyes snapped open, snatching her arm back from the creature's clutches. She backpedalled, sliding across the road as her head swam. The zombies were still shuffling closer, far too close for comfort, but another figure moved closer to her. It had more purpose, more elegance than the rest.

"Get up!"

Alicia realised that the voice was coming from the blurry figure. She thought she could make out a crop of blonde hair before the hands hauled her up to her feet. She stumbled across the road and was pushed into a car.

"Move your damn legs!" The stranger commanded before she slammed the door shut.

Alicia was left in a strange haze, jumping when a bloodied face slammed against the car window. Another slamming door announced the stranger's presence, the car engine revving a few times before the car shot off, mowing down the zombies in front. Alicia gripped the dashboard hard as her saviour flew off at breakneck speed. Tires screeched as they sped around corners, nearly slamming into buildings on the way.

"Ever heard of brakes?" Alicia asked, her knuckles white.

The stranger laughed, careering around a bend. "At least if we crash, it's a better death than being caught by them."

Alicia shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She was still woozy, but she could see that her new companion was a blonde woman, around the same age as her. Her tank top was covered in dirt stains, as were her jeans. In the back seat lay a jacket, a shotgun and a pistol, along with a few bags spilling packets of food all over the floor. Alicia turned in time to see a wall of bricks racing up to meet them. She heard the screech of brakes mix with the stranger's warning, and then her head hit the dashboard and she blacked out again.

It took a while for Alicia to come around. Both blows to the head had addled her senses. She spent five minutes in a strange daze, simply listening to the peaceful sounds around her. When her brain had finally began working, the gears clicking into place again, she could identify the sounds; the crackling of a nearby fire, the chirping of crickets. She could smell sweet smoke, along with some kind of food cooking. The phone in her back pocket was digging into her skin, so she decided to move.

She sat up, clutching the car door so she wouldn't keel over. She had been laid out on the back seat of a small car, swaying slightly with her reeling head. The door across from her was open, so she slid across the seat, her progress slow to avoid another dizzy spell. It was an effort, but she needed to get out. Her legs swung out and brushed the coarse grass.

"Hey." She looked up at the sound, fingers clutching the door even tighter. The blonde woman sat nearby next to a small fire. "If you throw up in my car, you're cleaning it up."

Alicia only nodded in reply. When she felt ready, she put her weight on her feet and stood up, only to crumple to the ground in a heap.

There was a light chuckle, closely followed by footsteps. Callused hands gripped her shoulders and helped Alicia over to the fire, where she was eased into a seat.

"Where am I?" she mumbled, keeping her eyes on the ground.

"Twenty miles out of town. Give or take."

This made Alicia look up, though she did so slowly. Her tired eyes settled on the blonde's eyes, glittering in the firelight. "My family? What happened to them?"

The woman smiled sadly. She sat on the ground, tearing apart pieces of bread to dip into a metal bowl she had suspended over the fire. "I don't know." Alicia's eyes closed, her hands running through her hair. "The horde seemed to be more interested in you. I think they got away but I can't be certain."

"Why did you help?" she asked, her words sour and venomous. "Why did you help me and not them?"

The blonde's eyebrows rose slightly. "Alright then. Next time I'll just leave your ungrateful ass for the zombies to munch on." The blonde went back to her food, staring into the fire.

Silence reigned for a few minutes, only broken by the sparking of the logs and the gentle bubbling of whatever she was making. Alicia thought of her brother, her parents. She quickly checked her phone, but there were no messages. She only hoped her determination to keep her phone charged had rubbed off on them too. She switched it off, returning it to her pocket.

"Is my bag here?" she asked when she felt a little better.

The blonde nodded. "In the back seat."

"Thanks." Alicia moved to stand up, only to fall back into the creaky deck chair. The blonde laughed again. "Is this funny for you?"

"Little bit." The blonde placed her plate on the ground and uncrossed her legs, moving to kneel in front of Alicia, rough hands cupping her cheeks. "Relax," she said as Alicia pulled back from her as if burned. "I was a med student. I'm checking if you have a concussion."

"Oh. Okay." Alicia allowed the contact, taking in the blonde's features. A small braid ran through her messy hair, which looked like it could use a wash. Her nails were dirt stained and she obviously worked with her hands a lot, judging by the calluses and tough skin. Her face and hands were relatively clean though, and she had a few almost healed cuts on her skin.

Alicia was suddenly blinded by a bright light shining right into her eye. "Hey!" she snapped, batting the woman's hand away.

"Your pupils are fine. You're not bleeding. How many fingers?" she asked, stowing the tiny torch away in the rucksack she had lying next to her. Alicia squinted, blinking a few times to clear her vision. When it cleared, she saw the blonde holding her middle finger up to her.

"Very funny." Again, Alicia batted the finger away.

The woman settled back onto the ground, reaching over to her plastic plate with the chunk of bread on it. "You're going to have a few bruises but you're fine. Sorry I had to whack on the brakes like that, but it's better than hitting the wall." She bit into it like an animal, teeth tearing through the dough. Alicia's stomach grumbled loudly, much to her displeasure.

"Hungry?" asked the blonde casually.

Alicia leaned back, folding her arms over her chest. "No." Her stomach rumbled again, louder this time.

The blonde grinned, slowly tearing a piece of bread and dipping it into the metal can. Red sauce dripped from the bread down her hand, where she slowly licked it from her wrist, all the way up to her fingers and finally eating the bread. Alicia found herself entranced, her stomach growling again. "Sure you're not."

But the blonde offered her the plate, which Alicia unabashedly dug into.

"What's your name?" asked the blonde, unhooking the tin can of sauce from the stick over the fire and setting it down beside Alicia.

"Alicia. Clark," she responded through a mouthful of bread. "You?"

"Elyza Lex."

Alicia scoffed the last of the bread, licking her fingers and scooping up the last of the crumbs. "Why were you in town?"

Elyza leaned back on her hands, staring up at the stars. "Supplies. Speaking of…" She rummaged through her rucksack, withdrawing a small packet. The foil crinkled as she popped two pills and passed them to Alicia along with a bottle of water. "For the pain."

"Thanks," said Alicia, downing the pills eagerly. "Well…" She stood up, still a little woozy, but her head remained clear enough to remain on her feet. "Thanks for everything, but I have to go."

She turned her back, but again there was that light, airy laugh that ground against her every nerve.

Elyza was lounging on the ground, her eyes seeming to dance in the firelight. "Are you mad?"

Alicia shook her head, her determination showing on her face as she raised her head, glaring defiantly at Elyza. "I have to find my family."

"They're probably holed up somewhere for the night." Alicia wasn't listening. She turned and strode to the car, her shoes rustling the grass beneath her feet. She fished out her backpack from the back seat, quickly going through it to make sure nothing had been taken. She glanced into the front seat – the keys were still in the ignition. "Alicia!"

Alicia turned to see Elyza standing before her. "Don't stop me."

"It's suicide! It'll take you all night just to walk back to town!"

"Who said I was walking?" replied Alicia, before she dived into the car and slammed the door shut.

"Alicia!" shouted Elyza from outside, pounding on the window. Alicia lunged for the locks, slamming the two locks down. Elyza leapt over the bonnet, throwing passenger side door before Alicia had time to lock it. Alicia withdrew and twisted the keys in the ignition, firing up the engine. "Don't you dare!"

Alicia swung her legs down and slammed the accelerator pedal. Elyza clung onto the passenger seat, hauling herself inside and driving the handbrake down.

"You've already been hit in the head twice tonight, I'd be happy to make it three!"

Elyza leaned over Alicia, who hit and slapped her at her but all her blows simply bouncing off Elyza's hard, lean muscle. With a deft flick of her wrist, the engine died. Elyza pulled back, holding the keys tightly in her hand, out of Alicia's desperate reach. Her other hand reached behind her to open the door. She never took her eyes of Alicia until she was stumbling out of the car.

Alicia swore and kicked open her own door, slamming it shut and walking straight up to Elyza. "Just let me go! I need to find them!"

Elyza stuffed them into her jeans pocket. "You can go tomorrow! It's not safe!"

Alicia felt her frustrations, her fear and anger all boil over. "It's never safe! Not in daylight, not in the dark! We're never safe!"

For a few long moments, the pair stared at each other, breathing heavily from exertion. Both were waiting for the other to make a move, to react.

Then Elyza took a step back, raising her hands in defeat. "If you want to go off on a damn suicide mission, then fine. Just don't expect me to be around to save your sorry ass again." She plonked herself down in front of the fire. "And you're not getting my car. So you can either stick with me for one night and have a better chance of surviving, or you can wander off back to town and probably get killed." Elyza pointed off in an eastwardly direction. "Town's that way, in case you were wondering."

Alicia gripped her backpack straps, contemplating Elyza's words. She had a point, though Alicia hated to admit it. She had only her phone as a source of light. She could get lost in the twenty miles between here and the town easily in the dark. And even when she got there, what would she do then? Her family were probably hiding somewhere, and would move on in the daylight. At least Elyza had weapons, supplies, a car. This was as safe a place as she could find for tonight.

"Fine," she said, her shoulders sagging as she slid the straps off of her shoulders.