Howdy Everyone! No, I am not a cowgirl but hey, I can fantasize just like you all fantasize about Daryl Dixon ;). Oh wait, I do that to but it's okay, don't tell my boyfriend. Anyways! This is not my first fanfiction! I've actually wrote a couple before under an account name similar to this one but to separate myself from that name and the genre's I did, I created this one! I'm in love with The Walking Dead. Seriously. If the world ends tomorrow, I can only hope that I'm with those same people. I saw the season finale on Sunday with the rest of other 9 million viewers, Yes. 9 million. Look it up. And I got inspired to create a story! Woohoo! There aren't enough Walking Dead Fanfictions.
This Story will be Eventually, Daryl/OC. Now, I know after this first chapter a lot of you may be thinking "Damn, Mary sue much?" Or, "What's with the weak princess." She will not stay this way! Even I don't like her weakness right now but once we get the story rolling, you'll see that she's sort of like other people. She's one way to the public eye and one way behind closed doors. The closed doors being the ending of the world. She's not Carol, Lori, Andrea, or even Amy. She's her own person and you'll see just how she's able to hang out with those Dixon boys, or boy after a while.
Now, This story is following Season one and two of The Walking dead. I will be changing things around to incorporate Savannah into the story more. There will also be chapters that are not in the show at all because honestly, you could just watch the show again if you wanted to see it all over again. Savannah will have a relationship with each character. Love or hate, you'll have to wait as see. Now, continue on to see warnings.
This story is for a mature audience only! If you are not above the age of 17 or do not like lemons, gore, violence, racism, sexism, and so on. This story is not for you. There will be lemons, Violence, racism, sexism, gore, death and much more. Any parents that catch their children reading this, please do not report me because I am warning them! It's your job to be in control of what your kids do on the internet, not mine. I'm here for reviews, writing down my Daryl fantasies and to let out creativeness. =). Also warning for grammar mistakes. I do not have a beta for this story yet, if ever, If there are any mistakes let me know or just ignore them =D Kthxbei.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own the Walking Dead. If I did, seeing how 9 million viewers watched Sunday, I would be rich and create my own Daryl and zombie land just for fun =D Fake zombies of course. I do not own anything relating to The walking dead. All I own is a computer, Savannah Olsen, any weird and unfamiliar characters, and a german shepherd named Baron. =D Read on!
Savannah couldn't breathe. Her lungs closing in as she tried to give another scream, hoping that her neighbors would hear. Her head tossed back, barely wincing as it collided with the wall behind her head in the tub that she had taken shelter in. She could hear them. It? Whatever it was at the door. Things that resembled her parents but had a dead look in their eye. Blood matting her mother's hair down to her head as she lay close to death on the ground. The small country bathroom wasn't big, not in the slightest. It had just enough room for one person to move their way in to sit on the toilet, brush their teeth and jump in the shower. The door was thin. Savannah could already hear it splintering as the weight of the animalistic growls and grumbles outside of the door sounded.
She wasn't sure what was going on to be honest. There had been a few news stores on the news of cannibal behavior in several cities of the country. Situations that the government was taking care of with the military by blocking off those cities, going in and executing. But it had yet to touch down in her small town of Holsten, Georgia. That was, until last night.
She closed her gray-blue eyes tightly, barely swallowing down vomit that burned her throat. She wanted this to be over with and so, she let herself be taken away for a moment
The night before.
A dimple filled smile filled her vision of herself as brushed her mid-back dark blonde hair in the mirror of the bathroom. Her southern tanned skin matched the rest of the Caucasian skinned people in her town. The sun was too bright in Georgia, even in the winter months and it kept them tanned throughout the year. Something that those Jersey Shore Kids could only hope for. They were practically immune to sunburns but the heat they were not, especially in early July. They could handle heat that most of the people up North couldn't handle but when it reached near 98 degrees, they all wanted to crawl inside their freezers and stay there until the leaves turned.
But they were handy. Especially in her town. The Holsten young adult community had skills that most could hope for to entertain themselves. You see, in her community, there wasn't money for internet and cell phones. You were as rich as they got in her town if your daddy was the mail man, which hers was. The kids used the opportunities that nature gave them. From the start, the boys were taught how to hunt, provide, and camp. The girls were taught to cook, clean and sew with improvisations like the local river, whatever the boys brought home, and a simple needle. Boys played sports and the peaches of Georgia stood on the sidelines cheering for them. When the girls turned into their teens, the boys began flipping their wings like peacocks. The girl's daddies stepping in with their shot guns and threatening them before the boys would back off because as her daddy put it, "His Savannah wasn't becoming one of those trailer trash girls that got pregnant at fifteen". But as they grew, the girls snuck off and the boys would teach the girls in flirty manners on how to handle a shot gun.
Lord were they a country song in the making.
Bu she wasn't a kid anymore. At 24, Savannah had a simple engagement ring on her finger. Ready to be married and to start having children. The Southern Belle. A wedding was being prepared for the sweetest flower of the Holsten community. Or as her neighbor wanted to put it, the fakest flower in Holsten. She snorted at her own reflection, screw him.
She moved out of the bathroom, heading into the kitchen to her mama, who was kneading some biscuit dough. "You wan' some help?" Her voice was sweet, the thick accent adding a twang that most Yankee's thought of on Southern princesses.
"Go on and set the table. He'll be home soon." He was her father. The local and only mailman in her town. She nodded her head, grabbing the stack of white plates that had pink daisies around the edges and set her to the task of setting the table when the door banged open. Her head turned towards him, seeing the blood dripping down his wrist and marking the white carpet. "Dadd-" She was caught off by him slamming his bag across the room in a fury. Her body instinctively taking a step back as her mother came out of the Kitchen.
"Joe? What's wrong?" She moved towards him, loyalty and devotion making her mother's feet work as she neared her angry husband. "Stupid dog fucking bit me on the last house. That dog needs to get put down!" He yelled, panting as he shoved past his wife and into the kitchen for the first aid. In their town, every house had one. The two women following after him as he jerked the sleeve of his arm up, exposing the bloodied fore arm. It sure looked like a bite but neither of the women looked close enough to recognize it as something other than a dog bite.
A sharp hissing was heard as he poured alcohol over his wound before wrapping it with the bandage. "What the hell are you two standin' 'round for? Get dinner ready." He barked the sexist attitude that most men had in her town coming forward as daughter and wife scurried off to finish up.
The clock dinged 11 O'clock when Savannah crawled into her white linened bed, pulling the covers over her chest and letting the darkness of the room lull her to sleep.
It was 6 Am when her alarm clock went off, slipping for her bed as she grabbed her clothes for the day. A simple pair of jeans, tank top and red button up the front shirt. She opened her door, walking down the hall towards the bathroom when she stopped as she heard a bang from her parent's room followed by a groan. A bright flush covering her cheeks as she hurried into the bathroom, attempting not to gag as she shut the door. The sound of water filling the bathroom as she took a quick shower and got dressed. Her dark locks being pulled into a pony tail at the top of her head before she turned to open the bathroom door, only to yelp.
Her father was kneeling in front of his bedroom door, blood dripping down his chin, his jaw moving like a cow as it chewed grass. He was chewing something. That's when she saw her mother beside him, her arm in shreds from her collarbone to her wrist. A part of her cheek ripped out and she was staring right at her daughter. Looked dull, close to death. She heaved at the smell that filled the small hallway, Alerting the...the...thing on the floor of the presence of another piece of food. His head lifting, a hungry growl leaving his throat as he stood, starting to charge for her when she slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it. "Oh god. Oh god." She muttered, leaning against the door as it jumped under each bang of her father's body.
She couldn't breathe. Shit. She couldn't breathe. She opened her mouth, attempting to get a grip, to get breath but she couldn't find it. She stumbled towards the bathroom sink, jerking the mirror open. Bottles of pills dropping from the shelf as her hand wrapped around an inhaler. She jerked the cap off, wheezing as she tried to get a good breath before she put the inhaler to her lips, pumping it as she took a deep breath in. Her chest giving way, allowing the medicine to fill her lungs to relax them. She coughed, heaving over the sink for air, her hand trembling as she suddenly let out a scream. "Help!" She moved over towards the tub, stepping into it, her free hand raising, shoving the window open as she screamed out of it. "Help! Someone please! Help!" She could hear the splintering of the wood behind her as she turned around, her eyes wide as she could hear the door giving way under her father's weight.
She dropped her head back, praying to god as she took deep breaths. Let it be over with. Oh god. Please.
"Girl, What the fuck ya doin'?" She heard a voice. Her eyes snapping open and her body spinning around, her grey-blue eyes wide as she stared up into darker blue eyes. "Dar-" "Move outta the way." He demanded waiting until her head disappeared before yanking a knife out of his pocket, slicing into the screen window. "Get up here." He ordered as he pulled the screen down, leaving the opening just wide enough for him to pull her small body through. "Stand on the edge of the tub." His voice was heavy with his accent, husky with natural male attitude as he reached his arms in, his hands going to rest of her waist. "Listen to me. Ya ganna count to three and push yaself up through tha window. I'mma ease your ass through so ya don't get cut."
She nodded her head, bracing her heads on the window edge. "One" "Two" "Three" Her arms flexed as she pushed her weight up from he tub, feeling his hands tighten, taking on most of her weight and easing her through the window. She groaned as she felt a few pieces of the wire stabbing at her back but she quickly put her hands on his shoulders, gripping them tightly as he helped her the rest of the way through just as the door splintered the rest of the way.
She squeaked as her father charged for the window, shoving his arm and head out of the small opening, tearing his face as he snapped his teeth. Savannah turned her head, hiding against the chest of her neighbor as he raised the sharp knife used to save her and doing it again. By shoving the blade right between Joe Olsen's eyes. She felt his arm tense as he yanked it out, beginning to lead her away without having her look up to see her father hanging from the window, a trail of blood going down his face to mix with the rest.
"Where ya been boy? Get ya ass over here 'n' pack up! Takin' ya damn time 'n' bein' a hero. Get ya ass movin'" Merle Dixon yelled at his brother from the side walk as he loaded up a couple bags into the back of the pick-up truck. "You to Princess!" Neither merle nor Daryl even said anything about her coming along, it was a given at that point. Both of the men knew things but as did their new addition. Would it be another mouth to feed? Yeah. But they both knew that Savannah could pull her own weight if needed.
The two moved along, Savannah's eyes watering as she helped lift the bags into the back of the truck in a hurry. Their street was a mess. Knocked over trash bins, animals loose, cars crashing into one another in a hurry to leave and escape their small country town that was quickly going up in flames.
They quickly did a final sweep of their house. First aid kits were taken. Hunting guns and bows with their ammo was packed. Canned food and the few last pieces of lunch meat packed in a cooler. The medicine cabinet fully raided and packed. And by 7:18 AM, The Dixon brothers and Savannah Olsen were quickly driving down the street. Savannah pressed between the two purely redneck brothers. Tears marking her cheeks as she glanced one final time at the pale yellow house that used to be home. Her Inhaler firmly grasped in her hand protectively, the only thing she had left. Car horns echoed in her ears as family friends and neighbors shouted angrily. Blood dripping down some of their necks as they pleaded. "Your dog bit my father." Savannah suddenly said, knowing how vicious their Pit-bull always was. "My dog didn't bite a one girl. Shut ya mouth before I feed you to the Jenner's" Merle ordered, glancing over at their female rider.
"He said it bit him. You callin' my father a liar?" She spoke angrily, staring out the windshield. Daryl silent between the two arguing. "No, I'm sayin' you 'n' ya mama were the only ones not knowin' that ya daddy was fuckin' Darlene Lexing. " Savannah went quiet after that as Merle pulled around crashed cars. Her eyes closing as she tried to breath. Her father was bitten by his mistress, not the Dixon dog. Great, just great. The world was fully crashing down around her. The radio covering all of their thoughts as they left their small town behind.
Let's watch this city burn,
From the sky lines on top of the world,
Till there's nothing left in her,
Let's watch this city burn the world.