Author's Note: Hello everyone! Not much to say at this point besides I really hope you enjoy my story. : ) I'm greatly inspired by ChooseJoy's story Accident or Grand Design. Fantastic story, you should totally check it out if you haven't already! More on Gwen in the next chapter, as well as out favorite hunky redneck. ;3

Chapter One

Judgment

Glenn wasn't one to judge, but the group that had made it to the outskirts of Atlanta were a hard bunch. In all honesty, he didn't even know where to start… there were two blonde sisters that didn't seem to have a compatible relationship. Then there was Dale, an elderly man with a R.V. and the mechanic, Jim. Shane was a cop who was with a woman and boy. Glenn assumed they were his woman and son, though the boy called him by name… step-son, maybe? Jackie was really polite and friendly, so was T-Dog and the Morales family. Unlike the Peletier family which had some obvious issues that no one wanted to touch with a ten foot pole.

However, compared to the two men that were setting up camp toward the back of the quarry, they were all saints. The Dixon brothers were not liked by anyone in the group so far, especially Merle.

Oh, and none of them knew how they snatched up the quiet brunette woman that sat on the tailgate of blue Ford truck.

Dale had mentioned that she didn't talk much unless she was speaking with the youngest Dixon. The elderly man also noted to a smaller section of the group that she could definitely hold her own against Merle. Apparently, the monster started making unnecessary comments and Dale saw who put the man in his place.

Glenn was having a hard time believing the tale since the woman hadn't said a word to anyone. The former pizza-boy watched from the top of the R.V. as Merle pointed toward the truck bed and spoke to the brunette. She reached around the motorcycle then tossed a hammer and rope to the man. Glenn couldn't help but think she was pretty as she stared out over the trees that surrounded them. He couldn't understand why she'd be with the two rednecks.

At the sound of the sharp whistle, Glenn turned his eyes in the direction and was greeted with a cold glare. Gulping down the lump in his throat, the man tipped his hat up and scratched his forehead as he looked away from Daryl. The guy was intimidating with that crossbow on his back.

"Looks like someone's staking his claim," Dale said with a friendly tone. "At least he seems a little kinder than his brother."

Glenn let out a breathy grown. "Yeah, and now he thinks I'm checking out his sister…"

Dale's bushy eyebrows rose as he turned his eyes to the three Atlanta survivors on the outskirts of the camp. Daryl had passed his crossbow to the woman, and was muttering something that made her look in the R.V.'s direction. On instinct, Dale nodded his head and received a smile in return. "Sister? I think it's a bit more complicated then that."

"Seriously? She's with one of them?"

"I don't think it's a hard guess of who's she with, Glenn," Dale replied, motioning for the younger male to move from his seat. "I'll take watch. Go make a new friend; she's actually a very nice young lady."

Glenn nodded and made his way down the ladder, but he didn't make a move toward the blue truck. Maybe later he'd talk to her… when the crossbow was put away.