Hey guys this is my first TWD fic but I've been thinking about writing one for a long time now. This fic is based off of the show but I plan to pretty much scrap the timeline and make it my own. I want to focus a lot on family in this fic so the romance is going to be major slowburn, we probably wont even meet Daryl for a long time. I'm sorry to anyone who doesn't like that. Oh and also this is written and uploaded on the mobile app so I'm not too sure what the formatting is like yet on desktop. I hope you all enjoy though!

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Superglue: Chapter 1

Surviving the big city life was tough enough for Ivy Rowan as it was, but then 'The Fall' happened and had to go and make a big deal out of surviving in general. Ivy had grown up in a rural town in Yukon Canada, but she tagged along with her brother when he moved to Atlanta to fill a business position. Large crowds of people were never Ivy's thing, so adjusting to the cramed, fast pace lifestyle was a bit tricky for her, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make to stick with her beloved brother, the only family she had. Unfortunately not even a year after the big move, life as she knew it came to an end. Everything happened so fast, there was no way to prepare for the devastation that was coming. 'The Fall', as Ivy had begun to call it, was reported to have started somewhere in Africa and after a few days news of a strange illness had started to spread. It was too bad the illness traveled faster than the news because by the time the government released any information the dead had already started taking over the rest of the world.

When The Fall hit Georgia word of a refuge center in Atlanta was spread. That news didn't sit well with Ivy's brother, Carter. He had said that the government was crazy if they thought they could protect a city that big, and insisted that they leave. So Ivy packed a few bags, loaded them into Carter's truck and they hit the road only to get trapped on the highway to watch the city go up in flames. Carter was right, the city was easily overrun and the military had made a last ditch effort to stop the dead by bombing the city. Of course that didn't work though because as Ivy soon learned, only trauma to the brain could render the 'dead' permanently dead.

The duo fled the highway that night and had taken to the woods. They lasted a mere week before Ivy's world truly crumbled. The moment Ivy watched the life drain from her brother's eyes was the moment the apocalypse truly began for her. With Carter by her side she could do anything, without him she felt lost. Losing him was like losing her other half. And she'd never forgive herself for letting it happen.

After losing her brother Ivy could not bring herself to leave his grave so instead of moving on in search of supplies and a safer camp, she was forced to return to nearby Atlanta to scavenge. At first, the city and its hordes of dead terrified her and she nearly got herself stupidly killed on her first few runs. Eventually though she got a hang of using her small size to sneak around without alerting the dead and sending them into a frenzy. Runs into Atlanta became a breeze for Ivy, well at least they were a breeze until other idiots decided to stir up trouble and get her trapped in the city.

The run started like any other, sneaking through alleyways and searching through buildings for supplies while keeping quiet and encountering as little dead as possible. Ivy had filled her backpack by noon and was confident she would make it out of the city long before night fell. She was peeking out between buildings hoping to find a smooth exit route when a man in a sheriff uniform on a horse frantically rode into her path a few blocks down the road. The mass of dead went into a frenzy and Ivy had no choice but to stay in the relative saftey of her alley and watch with a heavy heart as the sheriff got thrown and the horse went down. She was about two city blocks away with a sea of dead between them and there was no way she could help the sheriff, but saw him crawl under a tank not to far from him.

'I hope he managed to get inside.'If he was inside he was trapped, but alive, which meant she could try to help him. He may have caused her some major trouble, and there was a good chance she could die trying to help him, but the world was shitty enough as it was and she was not about to let someone starve to death in a tank. 'Carter would know what to do.'Figuring she had time to work out a plan of action she climbed the fire escape of the tall building to her left so she could get a birds eye view of the situation. She made it to the top and pulled her binoculars out of her bag just in time to see the sheriff burst out of the top of the tank and make a run for an alleyway to his right.

"That man sure has guts, hopefully those guts don't become dinner for the dead. Good luck sheriff." She said. The sheriff was out of the tank and on his own now. All she had to do now was find a way out of the situation the reckless sheriff caused. Going forward was not an option, the swarm around the downed horse and tank blocked her original route, and going back the way she came was also a no-go because the horde she had passed through the next block over was riled up as well.

'Well ain't that crappy'

Her best option at that point was to try going roof to roof until she was in a clear zone and she could go back down to the streets and out of the city. Traveling by rooftop was going to be time consuming as she'd have to climb down between buildings she couldn't jump across, which was going to be a lot of them considering she was cursed with short legs. The distance between the building she was on and the next was a distance she thought she could make, so she packed her binoculars back into her trusty backpack then heaved it across to the other building. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath then opened them and took a flying leap. "Holy shit" she breathed out when her feet hit the other side. The next one she was thankful she had to climb down.

Not even ten minutes later shots rang out and echoed through the air. Ivy instinctively ducked down onto the roof she was on and covered her head. The shots lasted only a minute or two before they stopped, but she stayed down for a few more moments just to be safe before moving on again.

Traveling by rooftop was exhausting work, and after dispatching some dead with her knife on the way, Ivy was quickly running out of steam when it started to rain. She took a break on a roof and let the rain cool her heated skin. She was beginning to doubt she'd make it back to her camp by night fall. This wouldn't be the first time she would have to spend the night in the city but that didn't make it any less worrying. Sleeping on a rooftop was fairly safe as long as it was cleared of the dead and all rooftop access doors were checked on. Deciding to gain as much ground as possible before dark, Ivy shook her arms and legs out and kept moving. Building after building and even more commotion in the streets below, 'a car alarm?', but she kept going. Her arms and back were on fire and her legs were begging her to stop jumping and climbing. She was breathing heavy and sweating bullets when she suddenly started hearing deranged yells up ahead. She couldn't see anyone standing on buildings in front of her though. Maybe whoever it was had been shot in the earlier gunfire and was laying down hurt behind on if the walls where she couldn't see them? Before Ivy could call out to whoever it was the yells and unintelligible rambling turned to anguished screaming. She immediately rushed to the edge of the roof she was on and realized it was too far to jump.

"Just hold on!" Ivy yelled over in an attempt to calm the person down and let them know someone was on their way to help. she scrambled down the ladder in record time despite her bodies protests and panicked halfway back up the other side when she realized the screaming had stopped. By the time she pulled herself up over the edge of the roof she felt like she was going to pass out. Ivywilled herself to keep moving but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a man lying on the ground.

He was a muscular man with a closely shaved head and a scruffy face, wearing cargo pants, a ripped wife beater shirt and a black vest. His skin was lobster read and blistered in some places from the sun. His face was scrunched up and his teeth were grit in obvious pain. Pain which was probably caused by the hand lying a foot from where it should have been attached to the bleeding stump of his arm. "Holy walnuts..."