Here is my first crack at Walking dead fanfiction. I'm used to Firefly and Lexx, but will try to keep with the tone of this show. There are OCs, but after introduction they are not central characters and will not be romantically linked to any Walking Dead character. Any constructive criticism is welcome, and I hope you enjoy! If I start to get too out of tone and take up some of my Firefly habits, I am sorry and will try better.
I'm a hardcore Caryler-just to warn you.
Also, I'm a Yankee and not used to a southern accent. Should it sound too grammatically correct, just use your imagination. :)
It took a surprisingly short amount of time for the Woodbury residents to settle into a routine at the prison. After coming to grips with the fact they had been lied to by their former leader, which Karen was very useful in getting the point across, they seemed to accept their change in fortune rather easily. Another cell block had been cleared to allow enough space for all, but there was still a central eating area.
Extra supplies had not been an issue either. Woodbury was well stocked with more than enough of everything. Small groups had been making runs back and forth to gather all supplies at the prison. Storage was now an issue, but it was a welcome issue.
Rick was standing in the courtyard. He, Glenn, Tyreese and Daryl had just finished putting up a temporary gate on the outer fence. Clearing the yard had been easy after they had blocked the broken gate with the bus. Daryl was suddenly beside him, knocking him out of his daydreaming.
"Ya'll goin' to Woodbury to get the last of the stuff tomorrow?"
Rick turned to him with a sigh, "I guess we should. Not much left but it's something."
"Thinkin' instead of goin with you I'd go huntin."
Rick nodded. Even with all the dry goods they still needed meat. He sighed, "That's fine, but I got a request."
Daryl stiffened, "Yeah?"
"With the Governor still out there I'd like you to take someone with you."
Daryl shot him a look like Rick had lost his mind, "What the hell I gotta do that for? I'm better on my own."
Rick ran his hand through his hair, "I know, but I'd like it if someone was with you just in case. If something should happen, they'd be able to get back here and at least tell someone. It's a small request Daryl."
Daryl scoffed and Rick knew he would refuse. He needed to pull his trump card.
"It can even be Carol, just so someone is there."
Daryl narrowed his eyes at Rick and considered him for a moment. He then turned around and started to walk away. He threw a look over his shoulder, "Fine! I'll take Carol dammit."
The corner of Rick's mouth curled up as he heard the man grumble as he walked away. Daryl may be tough, but he wasn't hard to work with if you knew how.
The next morning was simple. They had planned ahead of time, but they had also been through this many times. Daryl and Carol had left at sunup. Carol trailing behind a scowling Daryl with a bag on her shoulder and a wave goodbye to everyone.
Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Karen were the ones to go to Woodbury. Karen was going because she was the only one left alive(aside from Philip, Martinez and Shumpert) who knew the layout of Woodbury and was physically capable of keeping up. They all piled in the Cherokee and set off.
The drive there had almost become routine over the last weeks since the Governor's attack and slaughter of his people. It didn't take long and they were getting out at the building they had come for. The town had been clear of walkers since day one. The last building to be emptied was a small storage building. Most of the stuff was at the prison, but some still remained.
Rick was about to go inside and help when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He slowly turned around, but saw nothing. Knowing never to doubt his instincts be drew his gun and started across the street towards a small store they had emptied days before. He carefully stepped though the open door and did a short, but thorough search of the premises. Finding nothing he turned towards the door. Just as he was about to exit he felt a familiar cold metal on his neck.
"Now calm down buddy. I'm not going to hurt you."
It was a voice Rick had never heard before. The accent was like a newscaster when TV was still a thing. The voice sounded tired.
"I gotta ask you one question pal. Your friends over there are loading a baby seat. Do you have a baby or are you just taking it for fun?"
Rick stiffened at the man's question, but somehow didn't feel in danger, even with a gun to his neck. He decided to be honest. "We have an infant and a few children. Also one of ours is pregnant. " One of the Woodbury ladies was due any day now.
The voice seemed to consider this. He then swore under his breath, "How about medical supplies?"
"Yeah, all the supplies from here."
The voice swore again, "Ok chief, I'm kinda desperate here."
Suddenly the gun was handed over Rick's shoulder by the barrel. Rick grabbed it and turned around.
He looked right into the blue eyes of a soldier. An honest to God soldier. His uniform, while not immaculate, was all there. It hung off him a little but Rick could see why. The gaunt look of his face said it all. His blond hair was greasy and hung in his face. His arms raised slowly.
"We need your help."
Rick motioned for the man to proceed him out of the store. Immediately Glenn and Maggie rushed forward with guns drawn. They lowered them when they saw Rick had it under control.
Rick stopped the man with a hand on his shoulder, "Who's we?"
The man sighed, "There are five of us. One is injured and needs help immediately. One is an infant."
"Take us to them."
The man's shoulders slouched a little and as he walked away Rick could swear he heard under the man's breath "She's gonna kill me."
Somehow he didn't think the man meant Maggie or Karen.
