A/N: Hi hello, I'm really excited to upload for the first time my fanfictions on the Internet. This is the second Walking Dead fiction I write, but the first one I publish.

** DISCLAIMER AND BLAHBLAH: I do not own either The Walking Dead and The Walking Dead game characters **

Clementine's outfit is on my polyvore account electric-outfits in the '' My Zombie Apocalypse Survivors' Team '' collection, come take a look! (she is #13)

Prologue

The main character's Clementine (Clem) from the Walking Dead video game but her past story has been changed to fit with this fanfiction. In the following chapters, she'll be the narrator.

Clementine was with the group since Atlanta. Loving to play with Carl and Sofia, she was a smart little girl, trying to live a normal life in a crazy world. She followed them to the CDC and to Hershel's farm. Despite her young age back then, she became Daryl's good friend and sometimes - when he allowed her - she had gone looking for Sofia or had gone hunting with him. He taught her a few survival and fighting things.

The night the farm was attacked, she hadn't got the time to climb in any car and wasn't noticed by anyone so she had ran away. Gratefully carrying a backpack filled with food, clothes and a hammer and a gun for weapons, it was too late when she thought about heading back to the highway; they were already gone and far. She spent a lot of time alone, looking for her group.

Daryl's advices helped her a lot with surviving but it was harder to find food since she wasn't a really good hunter. Clementine didn't find another group; she could only focus on looking for her people. Almost a year went by and she hadn't found anyone: she started loosing hope. "They're probably dead," she'd told herself a few times but she kept searching, at least looking for their bodies, dead or alive.

She heard the noise of when the prison was attacked and decided to follow it. After a few hours, she ended up on the ruins of the battlefield and left it. A few more days later, she saw a cabin and, seeing it was getting late, decided to go in. When she knocked on the door to attract any walkers that may be inside, Daryl opened the door, his crossbow pointed at her face. She froze, unable to react in a different way than jumping on him and hugging him. Finally. He told her about everything that's happened to them while she was gone: the prison, the Governor, the attack, people they lost.

"You left alone?" she asked.

"No."

She looked around. "I don't see anyone else!"

"She's… gone."

"Who?"

"Beth."

Clementine looked up at him in shock. "I'm so sorry…"

She preferred to not ask more. Daryl was being such a dick when he was drunk and he seemed pretty affected by Beth's leak. All day, he was drinking causing the entire cabin to smell like alcohol and he was barely eating. He didn't go on a hunt for the time they spent together, she had to do everything by herself. For a 15 years old girl, she had to survive for two people at the same time.