Title: Tinkerbelle

Summary: "You look like bad news, I've gotta have you." Molly wasn't the kind of girl you take home to meet your mama, Daryl thinks he might love that about her. Daryl/OC

Chapter 1: Cohabitation

Molly learned not to trust most people. She didn't consider Daryl Dixon most people. Daryl had found her in an abandoned gas station parking lot nursing a busted lip and black eye. She was pretty sure a concussion too from the beating she took, a Good Samaritan had come by and robbed her of the supplies she had leaving her for dead the night before. Daryl approached her like a spooked horse, gave her some water and jerky which she happily ate. She then passed out. Daryl carried her back to where the group was camping that night, but as soon as she woke up she tried to the leave the RV. She managed to stumble down the steps, despite the protests of an older man and blonde woman.

"What the hell woman, you gotta lay down get some rest! Was a hell of a beatin' you took. Go to sleep." Daryl said getting up from where he was skinning squirrels.

"I won't go back in there." She said walking over to him, but god she was tired.

"You gotta get some sleep, you're barley standing!" Daryl groused.

"Where do you sleep?" She asked.

"What, in my tent. Why?" He said absentmindedly pointing to the small green tent behind him.

"Ok, I'll get some rest if I can sleep there." She said swaying slightly Daryl got up to catch her.

"Sweetie, now that probably isn't a good idea. You should sleep in the RV while you recover. Then will find you your own tent." A brunette woman said standing next to a sheriff's deputy.

"Who the hell asked you? I think I was talking to Daryl. That your wife?" Molly asked, and then looked back at Daryl.

Daryl snorted. "No. Whatever I don't care." He said as she moved towards his tent. The truth was it tickled him a little that this girl had riled up Lori. He moved some of his stuff out of her way cleaning the small space, when he turned around she was shimming out of her jeans and kicking off her shoes. She then started to lie on the ground next to his sleeping bag.

"You can take my sleeping bag, I got an extra." Daryl said looking anywhere but her naked legs.

"Thank you for everything Daryl." She said sliding into his sleeping bag finally closing her eyes.

Daryl had no idea why this woman had attached herself to him but he wasn't going to sleep outside because she decided to take his sleeping bag. He got Merle's out of the truck and went back to his tent. The girl was still asleep, her breathing looked normal. He rolled out the other sleeping bag next to her. It was too hot, that night to sleep inside it so he just lied on top of it taking off his boots but not undressing any further. The tent was so small that she was within arm's reach. Now that she was asleep he could get a good look at her. She had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and a heart shaped face that was lightly dusted with freckles. Her features were delicate with a small ski slope nose cutting her profile. She was a mass of long lean limbs that were broken up by curves in all the right womanly places. Daryl could tell she had been in very good shape before the outbreak.

Molly was used to surviving on her own, practically raised herself, having to leave home at fifteen. She always had a few jobs, usually waitressing during the day and dancing at a club in Atlanta at night. Well it's more dance of the exotic variety, but she had no allusions about what she had to do she was a survivor. That's why she was still alive even now at the end of all things, because she was never going to just lay down and die.

When she awoke she remembered the events of the previous day and smiled causing her lip to bleed slightly. She licked her stinging lip and slowly opened her eyes, her right eye slightly more swollen but thankfully not swollen closed. During the night she had slid out of the sleeping bag from the heat. Her back that usually hurt from sleeping on the ground was instead leaning against something firm. When she tilted her head down seeing a hairy arm wrapped around her mid-section. That's when she felt the moist heat of breathe on her neck causing her to twitch slightly until she realized it was just Daryl. He was the first half way decent guy she met on her road travels. He had saved her life, gave her food and shelter. He didn't leer at her, which usually didn't bother her but he seemed oddly respectful or maybe just shy. Plus she got a good vibe from him. She always went with her gut first. She was still slightly sleepy so she closed her eyes again resting comfortably in his arms.

A/N: Ok so new story folks, hope you like my new OC. This will take place during season two. Season 3 is starting off with a bang hope we get lots more Daryl goodness.

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