"Hello class," The daycare teacher smiled, surveying the small class of toddlers with mouthfuls of digits. They blinked back uncomprehendingly and she continued to smile a bright smile and grabbed some crayons, putting them on the flower shaped tables "okay class you can colour! Let's get straight into class!"

"What's your name," a black haired boy asked a mahogany haired boy. The brown haired boy stuck out his tongue in concentration to haphazardly colour in the horrendous drawing of a purple tiger.

"I'm Wuke," the boy smiled and surveyed his drawing with a critical eye. Nick did the same before simply replying:

"That drawing's shit."

"Nick," the daycare teachers gasped over dramatically "what did you just say?! Actually, no, no, don't say a thing! Just- don't say it again! Where'd you here that?" Nick looked back with innocent blue eyes, making the teacher's heart melt like an ice cream in summer.

"My dad says it," Nick replied simply, and the teacher groaned and decided to call his mother to ask about the home situation. That was appropriate wasn't it?

"Nick I need to call your mother," the teacher stated and Nick nodded "what's your mother's name?"

"I dunno," Nick said sadly, making the teacher whimper.

"Well what does your dad call her," the teacher asked.

"A fat bitch."

A four year old Jane Halloway wandered through the daycare, hands in pockets, trying to maintain a cool aura. These kids were to immature for her. She was cool...she was official...she was awesome.

"Whatcha doin'," a voice called and Jane looked up to see a four year old with blonde pigtails on top of a shelf. The girl was wearing a small trainers and an orange jacket. Jane's mom didn't allow jackets. They weren't ladylike according to her.

"I dunno. What are you doing," Jane retorted and the girl raised a blonde eyebrow. Nobody talked to Molly Crawford that way! Molly stood up, hitting her head on the ceiling on the way and stuck her tongue out at Jane.

Jane glared and climbed up the shelf to where Molly was, but the blonde girl crawled away. Jane followed quickly when the teacher gasped, leaving Nick and Luke, and looking at the two toddlers who were about to fall!

"Molly, Jane, just come down, and you won't get in trouble," the teacher spoke slowly, as if to a wounded animal. Molly internally screamed and pointed at Jane accusingly.

"It's her fault," Molly screamed and stomped her foot, sending a pot of pink paint onto the teacher's head. There was a frozen silence as the teacher slowly wiped the paint from her eyes, and gazed at Molly and Jane.

"Molly...Jane...get down."

"What's your name," someone asked a four year old Lilly Caul, and the girl in question turned her head to a dark skinned, brown eyed boy with black hair and gave and intense glare. The boy shuddered but waited for an answer nonetheless.

"I'm Lilly, who are you," Lilly replied and the boy smiled, and prepared to tell her his name, but someone suddenly grabbed the boy's hand and started to pull him away to play.

"C'mon Lee, we're about to play catch," a shorter girl with brown hair to her shoulder giggled, but Lilly grabbed the boy's other hand and gave the girl a cold look.

"Sorry we were talking," Lilly snapped and the girl leered in response. Lilly tugged the boy towards her, but then the other girl did the same.

"By the way, I'm Lee; that's Cawley," Lee said and Carley smirked, and gave a look that said 'Lilly, you better back the fuck off'. Lilly snarled and tugged the boy viciously towards herself, and Carley did the same.

Eventually it became a Lee tug-o-war.

"Some-bo-dy-help-meeeeeee," Lee cried as he was thrown side to side by the two warring girls. The teacher was busy washing up and a boy with a cap, Kenny, stood up with a proud look.

"I'll save you Lee," Kenny declared heroically before yelling "LEE HAS COOTIES!"

The two girls shared a look that said 'run' and they sprinted in opposite directions, shrieking. Lee glared at Kenny and muttered "thanks Kenny."

"No problem pal," Kenny smiled obliviously.

"Hi," a chubby girl with wild curly hair greeted, sitting beside an equally chubby boy with glasses. The boy returned the greeting with a smile and continued messing with the crayons that were littered at his table.

"What's your name," the girl inquired and the boy blushed, but he didn't quite know why. His face felt hot and he managed to stutter out a reply.

"I-I'm Alvin," he said and the girl smiled.

"I'm-"

"Rebecca," a croaky voice asked and they both turned towards the source of the interruption and saw a tall boy with cold grey eyes and a drawn on moustache standing there with a smirk.

"What do you want Bill," she snarled and he laughed in a way that showed he didn't find it funny.

"Why don't you hang out with me," he asked "I control the jungle gym. Don't hang out with this loser."

"I don't like you, your mean," Rebecca pouted "and he's not a loser, he's Alvin!" She hugged him and Alvin smiled to himself, sticking his tongue out at Bill.

"Come on don't you like me," Bill asked sadly and Rebecca raised a sassy eyebrow before turning to Alvin and saying:

"Will you be my best friend?"

"Yeah," Alvin agreed instantly and Rebecca smiled.

"See Bill? We're best friends! And I don't like boys who draw on themselves," Rebecca retorted and Alvin giggled at the crumbling look on Bill's face. Bill suddenly became angry, very angry.

"This, isn't, over," Bill muttered threateningly, and walked away.

IT'S ALL THE WALKING DEAD CHARACTERS IN DAY CARE AHHHHH PREPARE FOR BABY CHARACTERS! MORE CHARACTERS WILL COME LIKE TROY, CHRISTA, OMID, KATJAA, SARITA, WALTER, MATTHEW, NATE, STEPHANIE, CLEMENTINE, SARAH , BONNIE, AND MIKE!

HAPPY READING!

~ PARADOXILLA