Hey guys, so this is my first story in a REALLY long time. I apologize, this first chapter is short, it is sort of a start up. Wanted to introduce you readers to the way the story was going to be, and what it was mainly about. I promise that the next chapters will be longer, and things will be getting more interesting. The rating is based on future chapters. For blood, gore, ((everything zombies of course)) and some sexual scenes.

I in no way own the walking dead or any of it's characters.

It had been 203 days that is 29 weeks that is 6 months. 6 months since the whole world went to shit. 29 weeks since Moly had last seen her family alive, 203 days since the dead first started coming back to life. How had all this happen? How, in one day, did she lose everyone and everything she had ever known? It went from her visiting her family that she hadn't seen in close to two years, to being stuck, alone, in the time where hell was alive on earth. A tear fell from her eye, she would never see her family again. Why had she stayed away from them for so long? Yeah, they had their differences, but what family didn't? Was it worth it? Was it worth her mother's tears when she ran away from home at 16? Was it worth hearing the heart break in her mother's voice, begging her to come home, and her denying her each time? No, the answer is no. At them time, the answer was yes. Yes, it was worth it, yes they deserved it. But now, everything is different. Back then, she knew that she just needed time, and that her family would always be there, waiting for her to come home again. Now, that is gone, she could never apologize for the things that were said, she could never tell her mother that she loved her, and that she had raised her right. That she was the best mother a girl could have.

A scream interrupted her thoughts. A high pitched, very scared scream. Moly quickly climbed out of her tent that was situated at the top of a small building. She grabbed the binoculars that were sitting on the chair next to her handmade bow and arrows. She scanned the horizon until she spotted a young woman, fleeing from a group of walkers. Moly threw the binoculars down, grabbing her bow, and swinging her notch of arrows on her back. She quickly jumped down from the second story of the building to the first where a balcony stood. From there it was a quick drop onto some soft shrubbery. She darted off towards the sound of the screaming. She dodged walkers, most of them roamers, nothing to be too concerned about right now. More screams were heard, louder and more desperate this time.

God, with that scream she is going to attract every walker for miles. Moly thought to herself, shaking her head. If this girl survived, she was going to need to learn to shut the hell up. When Moly rounded the corner of a small convenience store, she realized that the screams had stopped. The group of roamers had got her. They didn't even realize Moly was standing there, they were too busy gnawing at the body of that screaming girl.

Without a second thought, Moly turned around and quickly made her way back to her tent, where she was, yet again, returning alone. She climbed up onto the balcony, grabbing the small rope she placed there to help her climb to the second story. She placed her bow and notch of arrows back on the small chair, and laid back into her tent. The day was slowly coming to an end and night was approaching. She closed her eyes, and sleep overtook her.

23 years ago

"Moly! Moly where the hell are you?" A voice, which could not be mistaken for anyone other than her brother, called out to her. Moly giggled softly, reveling in her amazing hiding spot. It had become a norm for her, she loved playing hide and seek with her brother, but he had always found her very quickly. She had searched and searched for days for the perfect hiding spot, before challenging her brother to another game, this time with her dessert as a prize. As soon as she had tied a bandana around her brother's eyes, she took off, not waiting to hear him counting down. She had ran down the small dirt path that was the only road into and out of her very small country town in the mountains of North Georgia. She had ran through many of the home's backyards, no one seeming to care, they were all pretty close as a town. She continued running until she made it to the small ravine that she had found on her explorations a few days before. She hid in a large, fallen over log that was hollowing out on the inside. Her brother passed by above her, never going down to the ravine, he couldn't swim, and even though the ravine was too shallow to even drown a baby midget, her brother never went down there, out of fear. When it had been a long while since she heard her brother go anywhere by her, Moly crawled out from the log, ready to march back to the house, victorious and with extra dessert for the night, when she saw she wasn't alone. A young boy, a few years older than herself in looks, was crouching near the ravine, poking the ground with a stick. He had sandy brown hair, almost looked like the dirt he was poking at, and bright green eyes that seemed to be shining as he sat there. Moly watched him carefully, he not having noticed her yet, and tried to see what was so fun with poking the ground with a stick. After a few moments of nothing exciting happening, Moly had to know.

"What you doin?" She asked, her country accent pushing through. The boy jumped, startled by her voice. He looked at her and pointed the stick.

"Pokin stuff, what it look like I'm doin?" He asked. He looked right at her for a long while, as Moly tried to find something to say.

"That is exactly what it looks like you doin, but why you doin it?" She asked.

"It is just something to do." He said, throwing the stick into the water. They both watched as the stick floated down the ravine, the soft tide pushing it towards wherever the ravine went. When Moly looked back at the boy, he had stood up, brushing the dirt from his ripped up jeans. He was tall, about a foot taller than she was. She had to crane her neck up to look at him.

"You is tiny." He said to her, looking her up and down.

"Nah, I ain't tiny, you is just a giant." She said to him, poking at what would be chest level to her, but only seeming to poke him in the stomach. He laughed at her, swatting her hand around.

"You is funny, I like you. I am Daryl, Daryl Dixon. What's your name little one?" He asked. She glared at him.

"I ain't little, and my name is Moly. Moly Moab." She said, folding her hands over her chest, hip out, like the way her momma got when she was scolding her and her brother for being late or getting to dirty.

"What the hell kind of name is Moab?" Daryl asked her.

"The same kind of name as Dixon I suppose." She said. Pursing her lips at him. "Ain't your momma ever teach you it ain't polite to cuss in front of lady?" She asked him. He laughed at her.

"You ain't no lady and my momma dead." He said. Moly was slightly taken aback by his comment. How could his momma be dead? Mommas can't die, they gotta live and take care of their kids, how is he being fed and loved without his momma?

"I'm sorry, how did she die?" She asked, her curiosity taking over. Boy, if her momma knew she had been so inconsiderate and asked that question, she would have been popped on the mouth.

"She died in a fire." He said, matter of fact, like it didn't bother him too much. Moly tried to remember when there was a fire here, but couldn't. She must have been too young.

"Oh well, since you ain't got no momma, I guess I am just going to have to teach you the lessons a momma is supposed to. Don't want you growing up to be a ruffian or anything like that." She said, nodding to herself, accepting this role for herself. Daryl just looked at her for a moment, before smiling.

"Alright, well then what's first up little momma?" He asked her. She smiled at him, happy that he had accepted this role for her as well.

"Well first, you need to eat, you is to dang skinny, and you need a bath cause you stink." She said, counting off her fingers at the things he needed. He just sat there, smiling at her as her list began to grow.

Well there you go, told you it would be short. Chapter 2 is in progress and will be out hopefully by tomorrow if not sooner, depending on how creative i am feeling. Reviews will be much appreciated, would love to hear back about what you guys think and if i should work on something or now. May even be taking requests to add characters or some story plots, depending on if it's going in the direction im heading with the story of course. Well yeah, hope you enjoyed and will stick around for more chapters.