Hey guys! Here's my first Walking Dead Fanfiction. It contains an OC, and it may turn M, I'm not quite sure. So read this first chapter, and tell me what ya think! It can be good or bad, I just want some criticism, even though I'll continue it anyways. Enjoy!

"Claimed!"

She sighed, hearing that same word being repeated over and over in the last half hour. They had just came to another house to gather supplies, so the men around her were at work, claiming what they wanted for themselves.

"Not getting anything for yourself?" She turned to the right of her to see the leader of their group, Joe, giving her a curious look. She shook her head.

"I'll wait." He chuckled, before reaching into his vest pocket for a cigarette and his lighter.

"They respect you, you know. There's no need to back down."

"Do they?"

"Yes. You've proved yourself. Just because you're a woman doesn't mean you can't stand up and demand respect." Their group was known for being somewhat sexist, and many of them showed that side most of the time. Joe was sexist on a few occasions, but he still allowed her to be her own person, and he didn't force her to do anything she didn't feel comfortable with. Then again, that might've been because she was his younger sister.

"Look Joe, you know as well as I do that if I start trying to stand up and be dominant, that they'll think I'm acting brave because I'm your sister. They'll say I'm hiding behind you." He lit his cigarette, taking a drag.

"Who said I'd let you do that? If you start anything, you're finishing it. I'm your brother, I know, but I gotta keep this group together. Now go check the kitchen, I told them I claimed that." He said the last sentence with a crooked grin. She rolled her green eyes, before walking to the kitchen. She began rummaging in the cupboards, until Lou walked in.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She spun around and put her hands on her hips, right at the waist of her black skinny jeans. They'd been torn from all her traveling, but they still kept her clothed and somewhat warm.

"Looking for food, what does it look like?"

"You're brother already claimed this room, bitch."

"Do not call me a bitch, Lou. He told me to search this room."

"Oh, I get it. He's providin' for you, 'cause you're too weak." She pointed her index finger at Lou, ready to yell at him. But before she could, Joe walked in with Len. Joe looked between her and Lou, waiting for an explanation. Lou started before she could open her mouth.

"Your sister here tried to claim this room." Joe glanced over at his sister, waiting.

"Joe, I told him you told me to search this room. He came in here, called me a bitch, and he said I'm too weak, so you've gotta provide for me." Joe looked at Lou.

"Is that true Lou?" Lou looked uncomfortable, and she almost burst out laughing. He knew what would happen if he lied to her brother, and if he admitted that he had said all of that to her, then Lou would look like a complete idiot.

"Yes Joe..But she's scavenging in the room that you already claimed!"

"I told her too. I was just trying to have a smoke, but instead you felt like being the leader for once. Go on upstairs Lou, before I have her go through your claimed shit." Lou left the kitchen, and she could hear his footsteps clomping up the stairs. Joe turned to look at her.

"Damnit Russia, I told you I didn't wanna finish your problems."

"You didn't have to step in." He scoffed, finishing off his cigarette.

"You two were getting too damn loud. Go on, I'll finish up with this room." She sighed once again, before doing as he said. She sat in the living room of the house, resting for a bit. They'd been going from house to house, stocking up on supplies, and she hadn't had a chance to sleep or even rest her eyes.

"Hey, get up! Joe wants you to go check to see where Lou is." She rubbed her eyes.

"Why the hell should I?"

"He said because you started it." She rolled her eyes, before getting up and walking to the stairs. She went up the stairs, glancing through doorways, before deciding to try the bathroom. She had seen Joe walking around with his damn tennis ball as she walked to the bathroom. Russia opened the door, and as she stepped inside, she barely had time to notice Lou's dead body on the floor before being pushed up against the wall. She stared into the bright blue eyes that were concentrated on her, breathing heavily from the rush of being attacked. He had closed the door behind her and had Lou's machine gun on his back. She then noticed the pair of scissors opened and against her neck as he stared her down. She examined in quickly, taking in his messy dark brown hair and slightly graying beard.

"Did you, did you kill him?" She looked down at Lou's body as she asked him this.

"Yeah. I need to get to my son. Don't try anything, I don't wanna kill you."

"I won't. Go." He released her, giving her a wary look, before going over to the window and exiting. She stared at the open window for a moment, until deciding she needed to leave the bathroom before Lou reanimated into a snapper. Russia walked down the stairs and out to the porch, where she saw her brother about to eat.

"Did ya find Lou?" She shook her head, looking out over the yard of the house.

"No."

"The house is only so big Rus-" They heard yells from inside the house, which made Joe jump into action. He pointed at her. "Stay here. I'll go deal with those idiots." He went inside, and when she turned around to look at the yard again, she saw the man from the bathroom running across the yard towards a woman and kid. Must be his kid...She thought. They disappeared down the road and a few minutes later, Joe came out, mad as hell.

"What happened?"

"Someone killed Lou and left him to turn in the bathroom. Tony said he saw a guy under the bed before Len knocked him out. Didn't you see him when you went looking for Lou!?"

"No! I didn't see anyone! Did Lou get anybody?"

"No. But we're damn lucky. He almost got Billy. Come on. We got our supplies. We're gonna leave and find this bastard, then we'll kill him."

They'd been on the road for a few days, and Russia wanted nothing more than for Joe to just give up. She wasn't getting soft, but she thought it was stupid for them to chase some guy for killing Lou. Lou deserved it anyhow, she thought smugly. The sound of Joe talking shook her out of her thoughts.

"Look here boys, we've got some son of a bitch waiting to die. He's a bowman though, I don't think he just gave up so easily." Sure enough, she looked a ways ahead of them at the road that was coming into view from the woods, and she saw a lone man on the ground, crossbow next to him. They surrounded him, Russia waiting patiently for them to either kill him or have him join their group. She watched, somewhat amused, as the stranger punched Joe in the face and aimed his bow at her brother. In the end, Joe convinced him to tag along with them. After that, they continued on their hunt for the man who killed Lou. As they walked, Russia decided to catch up with her brother and the stranger, who's name she had heard was Daryl. She fell into step next to Joe, while Daryl was on the other side of her brother.

"What do you want, Russia?" Her brother asked as he glanced at her.

"Just coming to chat, Joe." He ignored her, and after a couple hours, the group ended up in what looked like somebody else's old camp. They set up, and Russia went to sleep later on. She woke up to arguing, so she got up and found that Len and Daryl were fighting over a rabbit. Joe walked over to them and explained the 'claimed' rule to the newcomer, before splitting the rabbit in half. They set off again, this time walking on the railroad tracks. She walked with Joe and Daryl again, listening to her brother talk.

"Now I'm not forcin' you to stay with us, Daryl, but it'd be good for you. Can't stay here alone all the time. Now the only thing 'ere that you need to know, is that if you lie or steal in this group, you're itching for a severe beatin'." Russia rolled her eyes at her older brother's words, before nodding at a building up ahead.

"We could stay there for the night, Joe." He nodded.

"We will. C'mon boys, let's set up camp in that there platform." While the other men went on up ahead, Joe turned to Daryl. "Now there ain't nothin' sadder than an outdoor cat who thinks he's an indoor cat. Now men like us-" Daryl interrupted her brother.

"There ain't no 'us' here." Joe stopped walking to face Daryl.

"So you leaving right now?" The newcomer didn't reply, so Joe continued. "No? Then there sure seems like an 'us'." Joe walked towards the platform with the rest of his men, while Russia followed behind with Daryl. As the two of them walked in, the rest of the men were already laying claim to cars and whatnot to sleep in. She observed as Daryl tried to claim something, but with no such luck. He ended up on the floor, which she figured would happen, given he was the outcast at the moment. She walked to the car that Joe had claimed, already deciding she'd sleep in the passenger side. Russia fell asleep quickly, exhausted from walking all day.

"You stole my damn half of that rabbit, didn't 'cha, boy!?" Russia groaned as she heard Len yelling, presumably at Daryl. She pulled her dark brown leather jacket over her head, trying to block it out. Joe chuckled at her attempts, then got out of the car.

"I didn't steal your half! You're a lyin' piece of shit!" Russia slid out of the car and walked up to lean against the hood, watching as Joe grabbed Daryl's bag and dumped it on the floor. The contents fell out, including Len's half of the rabbit. "He set me up!" Joe turned to look at Len.

"Did you set Daryl up and put your half in his bag?" Russia raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what Len had to say.

"Why the hell would I do that? He took my half!" Joe seemed to almost contemplate that for a second, before sucker punching Len in the face. He whistled for the other men, before gesturing to Len on the floor.

"Teach Len here a lesson." The men swarmed Len and dragged him away to beat him, more than likely to death. Russia looked back over at Joe. "I saw Len plant that rabbit half in your bag earlier. I've had enough of him anyways." Joe went to pack up his things in the car he had slept in, while Russia made her way over to Daryl, crouching down to help him pick up his belongings. He swatted her away.

"I don't need your help." She rolled her eyes, before helping him anyways.

"Shut it, I'm helping. You don't seem like a group kind of guy. Were you ever in a group?" He didn't answer her right away, making her irritated, so she instead grabbed the garbage bag from him, making him lash out.

"Hey! What the hell? That's my bag, girl!" She pointed a finger at him, narrowing her eyes.

"You look here, boy, I'm the only one who can possibly help you here. I'm sick of all of these jackasses staring at me and 'putting me in my place'. I know you'll probably leave later on, but until that point in time, you're gonna have to get along with these dumbasses. So if you wanna live long enough with them, you're going to have to befriend at least one, which would be me. Now, are you gonna play along, or be just another ass?" He mumbled something she didn't quite catch, but she heard something along the lines of, 'just like her'. She didn't pressed the issue.

"Alright." She grinned.

"Good. Here." She gave him his bag back. "Now you gonna answer my question?"

"I was."

"Two words, congrats. What happened?"

"Overrun." She sighed, running a hand through her dark blonde hair.

"Okay, seriously? You're horrible at befriending people. C'mon, let's go. Joe probably wants to leave soon." As they walked over to Joe's car, he motioned for them to go outside. Russia led the way for Daryl and as they went outside, they saw Len's body laying on the ground, bloody and beaten with an arrow to the head. Daryl reached for a sheet lying next to them to cover him but then thought better of it. The two of them followed Joe and the group down onto the railroad tracks, continuing with their trek to find Lou's killer. After they had been walking for awhile, Russia heard Daryl say something. "Sorry, what?"

"You got sumthin' with Joe?" He nodded his head to Joe who was walking up front, talking to Tony.

"Do I have something with Joe?" She laughed so hard that the men turned to look back at her with Daryl. She quieted herself down then replied.

"No...No, no! He's my older brother. Oh my...No!" She looked at Daryl from the corner of her eye to see him somewhat flushed, looking slightly embarassed for asking the question in the first place. "Sorry for laughing...No though, Joe's my older brother."

"Oh."

"Got any siblings?"

"None of your damn business."

"Hey! It's like Hammurabi Code here. Eye for an eye, question for a question!"

"Yeah."

"How many?"

"One."

"Did he, did he die?"

"Well he ain't here now is he?"

"Sorry, I'm being a pain. I have an older sister too, but I have no idea where she is."

"Had to put my older brother down. Found him already turned into a walker."

"A...what? Walker? What the hell is- Oh! A snapper? One of the dead?"

"Sure."

"That must've sucked. If Joe turned, I'd probably get killed. He's the one who found me wandering around alone. I left town with my roommate and her boyfriend. She got ripped apart by some snappers. Her boyfriend was starting to get a bit too touchy-touchy. Joe saved me, took me in with the rest of his group. These men, they're bastards. For the first couple weeks, they tried to cop a feel and get much too close for my liking. I complained to Joe, and he told me I was on my own. He'd stop it from going too far, like rape, but if I wanted the catcalls and vulgar remarks to end, I'd have to stand up."

"You weren't already this upfront and forward?" She chuckled at his remark, and saw just the sly beginning of a smirk on his face.

"Naw, I was shy as a bird. We grew up in one of those kind of families. Mama taught my sister and I to behave and be polite, ya know, respect men and know our place. Our dad treated us like glass, while Joe was treated like a star son, taught all the rules for being a 'man'. That's what you're seeing here. So at first, I wasn't used to being called these disgusting names, like bitch, slut, eyecandy, etc...They treated me like an object used for only one thing. Well after my talk with Joe, I realized that I'd need to do as he said. So I pulled on my big girl jeans, slapped on my 'bitch face', and I showed them what's up."

"Anything happen?"

"Len. He tried to pull the 'claimed' bullshit on me. Came over to me one night while I was setting up my things to sleep. Got real cozy. Well as he tried to get in these skinny jeans, I slapped him across the face, took the knife from his belt, and I held it up to his neck. I dragged him over to the fire we had started, making sure all of the men saw me make a fool of Len. I told him I wasn't gonna have any of their bullshit, I was not an object to claim, and if they tried anything, I said I'd cut off what means most to them. I kicked Len face first into the dirt, slid his knife into coat pocket, then went back to continue setting up."

"Guessin' he didn't like ya much after that." She shook her head with a smile.

"No. Joe was proud of me though. He reinforced the no-claiming rule for me. Slapped me on the back and called me his sister in front of them all, making sure they all knew I wasn't a force to be reckoned with." She chuckled. "However, even though he acts like I need to fend for myself, I know he'll let me have at his 'claimed' things. Such as the car from last night where I slept. Maybe this whole outbreak thing brought us closer. Or I watched one too many cliche movies."

"What happened to your roommates man?"

"Joe didn't like him. He lied to Joe, said I was his girlfriend. Joe pretty much gutted him and fed him to the snappers. He doesn't let the other men do the dirty work all of the time, ya know." Daryl nodded, before stopping to say 'claimed' and picking up a strawberry plant growing next to the tracks. He put it in his bag and carried on walking with Russia. Russia got the courage to ask Daryl another question.

"What happened back when we found you? What were you doing?" He almost seemed like he wasn't going to answer, but he opened his mouth to reply.

"Chasin' down a car."

"Why?"

"Took the girl I was with."

"Did you, did you lov-"

"No." She didn't go anymore into it, instead opting to change the subject.

"So you're a bowman?"

"Yeah."

"That's pretty handy during all this, isn't it? Silent?"

"You don't ever shut your mouth, do ya?"

"Oh, my apologies. Ass..." She muttered the last part, but he chuckled, so he must've heard it. They continued on in silence, off into the unknown to find some man that killed one of their own.

Okay so that was my first Walking Dead Fanfiction. Go ahead and go at it. Tell me if you liked it or not. I know this first chapter was short but I figured I'd publish it anyhow. Thanks for reading!