So here's the first chapter of my brand new Daryl/OC fiction, I'm really excited about this one. Please review, it will help me to feel inspired and I'll update more often.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC Finn Clara, nobody else, not even Daryl *sobs*

Nobody Haunts Me like You

Chapter One

She stumbled over a branch - that was where it had all gone horribly wrong. As she'd tried to back track her way through the woods, away from where she had spotted the two walkers, her foot had caught on the root of a tree and caused her to crash backwards to the ground, she wasn't exactly heavy but her fall made enough noise to alert the walkers of her close presence.

Before she knew it, she had to force her tired, dehydrated body to run clumsily through the woods. Her legs were barely cooperating and as the two walkers gained on her she had little choice but to continue running as fast as she could.

"Sons of bitches don't give up," Finn muttered to herself through ragged breaths as she hopped over another of the dreaded tree roots, dodging rocks and bushes. Weeks in the woods had left her covered in grime and mud, she could only hope that she was camouflaging into the background enough to disorientate the geeks.

The sudden immobility of her left leg was what got her first as she plummeted to the ground, she hadn't tripped over again…she knew this because of the searing pain the radiated throughout her thigh, she couldn't help but let out a throaty cry as she looked down to find an arrow penetrated deep into the flesh, blood soaking through her trousers.

"Fuck!" She yelled, gritting her teeth as she tried to bite back a second scream.

As the walkers gained on her however, she had little time to comprehend her next move, there was no way she could run – she'd be over in a matter of seconds, that was presuming she could even get to her feet in time. Instead, she pulled the arrow from her flesh as quickly as she could, the pain was excruciating as the arrow burned through her flesh, with the arrow in hand, she waited for the first walker to reach her. It crashed down to her, knocking the wind from her lungs as she drove the arrow head deep into its eye, causing it to go limp against her chest.

She rolled it off of herself, her eyes searching for the second walker, only to find it lying in a motionless heap a few feet away. Finn groaned as she rolled over and immediately pressed her hands against the wound, it was bleeding…a lot, but it didn't look too bad considering.

"You been bit?" A voice yelled to her from somewhere in the distance, the sound hit off the trees, making it difficult for her to determine exactly where it was coming from.

"No! But I might bleed to death!" Finn replied sarcastically, her hands still pressing against the injury. She was starting to feel light headed and dizzy…she never had been a fan of blood, even her own.

In seconds, he was beside her, ripping one of his sleeves from his shirt, he tied the material roughly around the top of her thigh.

"A few introductions might be nice before you feel me up," Finn flinched away from him, but his eyes didn't move to meet hers.
"Hey my name is whatever, I'm the one that shot you, sorry 'bout that…" Finn mocked, but the strain was heavy in her tone, she scrunched her eyes shut and tried to ignore how much she was really hurting.

"Thought you was one of them," The man replied, his ice blue eyes meeting hers just momentarily, "Better safe than sorry," He added.

"Yeah well, let's see how safe I feel when I'm hopping about on one leg."

"You walk?"

"A man of few words, that should be endearing but currently it's just downright annoying," She took the man's hand and pulled herself up, she tested her leg a few times, but the second she put her full weight on it, it collapsed beneath her, she let out a scream that she had to force herself to stop as the pain in her leg shot up her side.

The man shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before he picked Finn up again, this time hoisting her over his shoulder as he began walking.

"I can walk just fine!" Finn yelled.

"You can crawl just fine, walkin' not so much." The man scoffed.

"This seem crazy to you? You could be some crazy ass hillbilly who's planning on taking me to his love dungeon up in the hills and I'm barely arguing, talk about a new kind of exhausted huh?" Finn laughed nervously.

"You always this much o'a blabbermouth?" The man hissed angrily.

"Don't know…you always this much of a crappy shot?" The man growled at her reply, but this didn't stop her, "I mean, do I look like one of them to you? I'll admit, I've been in the woods for a good few weeks, but I'd hope I don't look or smell quite as bad as those guys, give a girl a break," She winced.

The man just shook his head as he continued carrying her through the woods, keeping his eye out for anything suspicious. Trust him to find the most annoying person left to shoot.