THIS IS BOLD SO YOU SHOULD PROBABLY LOOK AT IT!
Hoekay! So this is more or less going to be a little off because I'm pretty fucking good at messing up Characters... and plot. More or less I'll try to keep it true to the oh so wonderful TV series...

Rated Mature Because I refuse to censor myself

Disclaimer I'm not responsible enough to finish anything so clearly I don't own the walking dead... or a pet.


Chapter 1: Camp Fire Shenanigans

-Ashlen-


I've always been a fan of the wilderness and incidentally I've always been a fan of loneliness. So I guess it would be natural for me to high tail my ass out of the cities and into my favorite camping spot when the dead started eating the living. Too bad for me that some others had the very same idea. I didn't want to go anywhere else; this was my special place… so I joined them.

Don't get me wrong. It's not like I dislike the people. I actually get along with them quite well but I'm just more comfortable alone. I've always been this way so naturally I've learned to interact with people without actually befriending them. Easier to be alone when you don't have anyone that wants to spend time with you.

"Ashlen, I haven't seen you all day." An authoritative voice informed me from outside my tent. "Come to the fire."

I let out a long exaggerated groan as I slithered out of my sleeping bag and unzipped my tent. "Yes, Dad." I snapped sarcastically.

Shane gave me a stern glare like I was a toddler who'd said a bad word. Rolling my eyes I obeyed him and trudged to the fire where everyone was gathered. I plopped myself down next to the closest person to friend that I have. Glenn and I naturally fell together since we had similar personalities… honestly if he weren't such a social butterfly I'd dare say he was the male version of me.

"Glenda." I greeted, nodding my head towards him.

"Asher." He retorted holding up is hand with an open palm for me to punch lightly. Keeping completely serious faces we mimicked the actions but switched the roles.

Originally, I only talked to Glenn because I was sick of hearing the girls fawn over Daryl Dixon and after that we just automatically joined each others' sides. We don't hang out on our spare time but when I'm forced to be around people I chose to be around him.

"Exciting day?" I yawned, waiting for Shane to direct his attention back to Lori so I could slip back to my tent. "Everyone seems so lively."

Glenn shrugged. "They seem lively because you never come to the campfires."

I looked away, wanting to change the subject but lock eyes with the man every girl here wants. Daryl's gaze doesn't falter when I catch him staring but instead intensifies like I ticked him off for even looking in his direction. I cocked an eyebrow before looking towards Shane. He was distracted, sitting on a lawn chair with Lori on the ground leaning on his legs for support. Leaning forward he began whispering things into her ear. I could have taken this time to flee but I figured I'd play a game first.

Nudging Glenn with my elbow to get his attention I signaled towards the 'secret' couple. Knowing exactly what I wanted he scooted closer and grinned devilishly. Glenn and I have a peculiar way of entertaining ourselves during the apocalypse.

"How are you doing down there, comfy?" Glenn whispered in his imitation of Shane. "Should I fart to make your air smell better?"

I giggled ridiculously… my weakness: fart jokes. "No, the aroma from your sweaty ball sack is more than enough." I mocked Lori.

"Just a sample of what you'll be licking tonight." Glenn attempted to sound alluring through his laughter but even his spot on impersonation was faltering. "Can't wait to get you in the tent and just cover your forehead with my poop."

"But what about Carl?" I gasped in my Lori voice before dropping the facade and laughing again.

"He can watch." Glenn whispered in Shane's signature cop voice.

I couldn't hold it anymore and apparently neither could Glenn. The camp erupted in the sound of our laughter and Glenn even snorted… which sent me into a whole nether laughing fit.

"Care to share what's so funny with the group?" Shane asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Can't." Glenn said between chuckles.

"Not without you beating us to death." I giggled.

"Honestly," Lori sighed annoyed at us. "Maybe we should keep you two separated. You're nothing but trouble."

Glenn feigned desperation and pulled my head into his chest wrapping his arms around my entire skull. "You'd separate me from the love of my life?" He gasped almost as if he were appalled that she'd even give it a second thought. "You're a cruel, cruel woman, Lori Grimes."

My laughter was muffled by his arms that squeezed my head into him. My hand lifted to pull his arm away so I could breathe easier. Unleashing my head I threw my head back and laid on the ground to calm myself enough to catch my breath.

"Can't have a peaceful night with you can we, Ashlen?" Shane sighed already annoyed with me. I was good at that.

"You're the one who forced me here." I pointed out simply.

"I think it's nice to see her enjoying herself for once." Carol, the sweetest lady I've ever met, chimed in her mouse like voice. "I only see her when she's doing chores."

Swallowing hard I looked for an escape. Shit was going to get uncomfortable for me unless I changed the subject. My eyes wandered as I thought of something to say… someone to shine the spotlight on so I could hide away in the dark again.

"Who's going on the run tomorrow?" Daryl asked lazily before I could think of something to say. Was that a coincidence? I mean unlike his older brother, Merle, Daryl never really spoke much. There's no way that he was rescuing me… right?

"The usual." Shane shrugged. "Why do you ask?"

"I wanna go huntin' so I was thinking that I'd stay back this time 'round." He explained easily, like he was bored.

"Alright, that's fair enough." Shane sighed. "You've been on all of 'em before now so I suppose you deserve a vacation."

"Shane's so good at kissing ass don't you think?" Glenn whispered to me.