Chapter 1

Meg kept her hands high, the annoyance ever so present in her face as the ginger haired man stepped forward, taking the pistols she had been forced to lay upon the ground. Turning her head to her left, Charlie sighed as she handed over her favorite angel blade to the other ginger. Glancing the other way, she watched Jody gave her shotgun to the young Asian kid, her steely gaze averting his.

"We mean no harm to you folks, we just needed a place to bunk down for the night. We could help -"

"Garth, hold."

The werewolf looked to the former demoness, his eyes burying into the back of her skull. Her deep brown orbs turned to stare at the man with his six shooter still trained on her. His gaze didn't falter as he spoke.

"Name's and if you have a bigger group or not." Jody glanced to Meg, Charlie, and Wally; the latter two casting a glance to their current leader. The former demoness kept quiet and continued to stare at the men and women in front of her. "I'm Meg, the red head's Charlie, the other is Jody. The skinny one's Garth and that's Wally. I'm not saying anymore until we know who you are in return, fearless."

The man with the six shooter looked over to another man, a crossbow settling in his arms. He looked between Meg and his leader, giving a small nod, the leader shifted slightly, nodding.

"My name is Rick, these are Daryl, Abraham, Sasha, and Glenn. The ones behind me are Carol, Rosita, Tara, Eugene, and Maggie. Now you know our names, tell us what are you're doin' out here and about your group."

Meg smirked, dropping her hands to place them on her hips as she chuckled. Looking around Rick's group she shrugged, "Just like Garth said, we needed a place to spend the night. You obviously own the joint right now so we can just leave, no need for bloodshed and no need for hysterics." Meg gazed over to Charlie, her hand going to the back of her head and run through her hair. "But we do have a big group, half in Kansas, myself, Jody and Charlie included.

"What about those two? They ain't with you or somethin'?" Daryl questioned bobbing his crossbow to Wally and Garth. Meg quirked an eyebrow before turning around to look at the two men. Wally tensed as Sasha took a step closer, rifle aimed for his head, when his eye shifted for the werewolf. Garth kept calm, Rosita's pistol held at the ready if he strikes, though it wouldn't do much good.

"They're with the other half of in Wisconsin, Garth's farm. Listen, we'll be out of your hair, just let us stay the night. Gone by morning, promise."

Rick hesitated before nodding, lowering his Python from her face as he raised his hand for the others to follow. Slowly everyone complied, except for Daryl, his crossbow still trained on the men. The woman known as Maggie stepped forward, placing a hand on Daryl's arm, pushing down the crossbow. "I don't think they mean us any harm." She spoke softly as he finally lowered the bow.

"Great!" Meg clapped, turning to her group. "Alright, Wally and Garth, get the trailer, I want the goats and horses in the barn. Jody, cle-"

"Wait, you have animals?" Tara stepped forward, her face lighting up. Charlie nodded, "we're taking them to the ranch to be trained and for food." Tara looked at Glenn and Eugene, both sharing a slightly curious expression. Meg rolled her eyes as she walked to Rick.

She smiled eerily up at him, "and we won't be able to get those animals back if we don't have our weapons."

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"Should we trust them?" Michonne put down her spoon, looking up at Rick who was watching Garth closely, as he talked with Carl and made faces at Judith. He was wary of Meg, his eyes sliding over to her as she kept a tight hand on the large black dog she called Shuck. Her head was bowed, as if she was sleeping, but he could see the tension lining her shoulders. Her hand on the inside of her jacket, most likely gripping the hilt of a knife. Turning back to Daryl and Michonne, he rubbed his hands together.

"No, not until we know who runs them, this Dean guy. I don't trust the fact that they have given little to no idea to who he is. And I definitely don't like that they seem to know more then they are letting on." Daryl nodded, shuddering as Meg looked up, a sardonic smile on her lips as she ruffled the space between the dark ears. There was something about her dark brown eyes that set him off, like they were a dark pit filled with monsters waiting to crawl into the light.

"If they start shit, I'm taking her first."